Sand & scales
The week dreams about sand were higher than they’ve been in months. Beaches, deserts, and dunes.
These sandy world were not content to simply serve as the backdrop to our sleeping narratives. They took centre stage. The main character.
These beaches were not lush paradises. Or exotic holiday destinations. This week we dreamed of barren wastelands, empty wilderness.
If we happened across other humans, they were unkind. One dreamer was dismissed by Brad Pitt, others fled apocalyptic robots, or rollercoaster disasters.
The animals we met were not much nicer. Crocodiles, scorpions, and lizards crept through our dreams. Threatening stings and bites.
So I had a dream I was at the beach. I wasn’t alone, there were other people there but then suddenly when I turned around I saw faceless white buildings along the boardwalk.
No doors or windows. It was giving eerie vibes because then the people on the beach started to disappear and it was just me and only a few other people on a flat, golden sand beach and those buildings.
