So besides having dreams about fish, the other recurring theme I have is of outer space. Usually in all my spacey dreams humanity ends up dead either by Earth getting sucked into a black hole or the sun exploding and frying us. No matter what these dreams consist of or how they end, I'm always horrified and scared. I only remember the last two space dreams I had, the most recent one being just last week.
Space Dream of Doom #1:
All was well with the world and our solar system, and then for some reason it turned out that Pluto was really a gigantic black hole (how ironic considering it's recent degredation from planet to asteroid) and it sucked us all up. D:
Space Dream of Doom #2:
There was a scientist somewhere who was experimenting with creating mini-universes in a laboratory. He had managed to create a mini-galaxy and kept it in a jar so it wouldn't disturb anything; however, he failed to take into consideration that even a mini-galaxy would have an extremely dense core by which it would attract and keep in its orbit the other stars and gases. This particular mini-galaxy became so dense that it turned into a black hole, broke out of the jar, and sucked us all up. o_O;
Geez, wtf? Seriously, where's Freud or Jung when you need them?
Friday, January 25, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Fish X-ing
The fish are following me.
It's been quite a while since fish have made an appearance in my dreams. So what do they do now but start showing up in real life!
It was late one night a couple weeks back, and as I drove up our gravel road I spotted something in my headlights. It was a coyote. It took off into the shrubbery, leaving this writhing, flopping blob in the middle of the road. At first I thought it was a bird struggling about, its wings broken and its body probably ripped halfway open, bleeding a slow and painful death. But the way this thing flipped about was not very bird-like. It must've been a fish. The overgrown creek right off the road has always been known for its salmon-spawning; the coyote must've caught a salmon after it became tangled in the branches and thorns covering the creek and then drug it up to the road to make the kill.
So there I was, confronted with an actual fish who was dying and needed to be saved. This was my chance to save it and redeem myself for all the failed rescue attempts in my dreams. But for some reason I didn't stop. Something was telling me that this was how it was meant to be and that everything would be okay. So I continued up the road, leaving the fish to its fate. How shocking, though. It was one of the most disturbing things I've ever seen.
It's been quite a while since fish have made an appearance in my dreams. So what do they do now but start showing up in real life!
It was late one night a couple weeks back, and as I drove up our gravel road I spotted something in my headlights. It was a coyote. It took off into the shrubbery, leaving this writhing, flopping blob in the middle of the road. At first I thought it was a bird struggling about, its wings broken and its body probably ripped halfway open, bleeding a slow and painful death. But the way this thing flipped about was not very bird-like. It must've been a fish. The overgrown creek right off the road has always been known for its salmon-spawning; the coyote must've caught a salmon after it became tangled in the branches and thorns covering the creek and then drug it up to the road to make the kill.
So there I was, confronted with an actual fish who was dying and needed to be saved. This was my chance to save it and redeem myself for all the failed rescue attempts in my dreams. But for some reason I didn't stop. Something was telling me that this was how it was meant to be and that everything would be okay. So I continued up the road, leaving the fish to its fate. How shocking, though. It was one of the most disturbing things I've ever seen.
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