Waking

[smokingboot]

Strange waking dreams... a grey fronted city, houses on the river, a bomb goes off or an earthquake happens, something like that, and the fronts all slide off the houses, some side walls too, and fall down into the water. Blinking, that sight goes and it seems to me the houses are high up or the water is low, a drought or the tide is out. The sides of the river are almost like escarpments, or cliffs, but that doesn't feel right. A very blue sky, the wings of a great bird flying into the sun.

While I take my dreams seriously in terms of understanding what's happening in my backbrain, my general rule is to discount them if there is a physical attribute which may be unduly influencing me, like illness or indigestion...and my stomach is not happy today. This may be down to my terrible attempt at cooking last night, in which I learned that chucking raisins into boiled couscous is no solution to anything.

The bird interests me though. I would quite like a tattoo at some point, though doctors don't want me to have one because of the potential melanoma thing.  In any case, it's hard for me to find symbols I would want on my skin permanently; stars, the sun, waves, daisies, birds flying away. That's kind of where it would be. So the sun and the bird are at least part of my lexicon. The rest of the vision is probably a combination of subconscious anxiety and creeping gut rot.