I don't think I've ever dreamed about eating. Most of my dreams are really warped reflections of reality.
Guess that says a lot...
What do you see?
Familiar things, but they often occupy far too much space but they aren't any bigger than they are in real life, distances are wrong, places I go are in the right place but they lead to impossible locations, things I'm doing result in impossible results like driving a car with pieces that vanish until there's nothing left but it's a transition from the driving activity to being somewhere else.
Sometimes things are just goofy, like a western USA mountainous world where the surface was covered with rubber 8-ball gearshift knobs that had the roman numeral X on all of them (except for the ponderosa pines,) llamas that leave skid marks on the tiled porch where if you step on them you'll break your knee, a black&white world where it was nothing but cartoon-style mining operations and some old dude talking about how the gold mine was a very good shaft, haunted houses with rabbits made of clay that would crack into dust if they saw a red diamond in the sky, shit like that.
I usually sleep pretty dead these days, so I don't remember as much as I did when I was younger.
I've always wondered about dreams.
Something about them just seems so special.
Not in the cute way, either. Something about dreams makes me real suspicious.
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