Foul play
This week we dreamed of dirt and disgust.
Creepy crawly nightmares were higher than usual. A handful of sweet butterflies and lucky ladybirds. Mostly unwelcome worms, spiders and lice.
High school flashbacks saw us choked in second-hand cigarette smoke. One night stands took place in bread-crumb-covered bed sheets. Even the water in our dreams was brown and murky.
Our bodies revolted and were revolting. Lost eyes, stomach-churning wounds, rotting skin.
All in all, a pretty grimy week.
Perhaps let’s leave it at that.
I had a dream in which I saw a sequence of floods rising everywhere, drowning everyone, including myself. The moment I drowned, everything went black.
Then, I could smell my own rotting dead body and could feel and hear the flies and fungus around me.
