Dream Journal
Epic dreams of having missed 2 concerts in a day, of being in a post-apocalyptic zombie world, and having a whale that introduced me to the waterworld.
I realised I had two concerts to go for in the midst of the second concert (I believe it was Sara Bareilles, Jo!), and I was nowhere near the event. There was a paroxysm of shock and regret and urgency to catch whatever is left of the second one. I rushed to the concert theatre and it was a weird dark place with crammed but plush seats and falling roofs and scaffolds all over the place. Upon reaching, I saw a group of people leaving and I thought the concert was over, but that group was from a different theatre. I enjoyed the last few songs she sang.
In the post-apocalyptic world, I was stuck in a house with a few others and there were zombies trying to break in. We had no choice but to arm ourselves with crossbows and escape into the wild.
The whale. The whale was my friend and he wanted to bring me places. I needed to be somewhere far and he was more than willing to take me around. I latched myself onto his fins and he swam. It was thrilling and beautiful and majestic… until I realised that whales swim deep, and they can hold their breaths way longer than I could. I panicked but was reassured that he wouldn’t go deep. He teased though, and I held my breath and we went under a couple of times, but mostly we were swimming near the surface.
I just realised this whale story sounds almost sexual. But it’s not.





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