Anon 05/26/2020 (Tue) 06:11:55 No.6107 del
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>>6106
I would like to speak though, a bit of the themes of my dreams. But I have no images that even come close.

When I was a child I dreamt often of maneating coral. Swimming pools, in particular, would sometimes become infected and the first a random swimmer would learn of it, was that when he stepped on an oddly colored section of floor, he would find himself stuck. Within seconds a full tropical array of plants would grow THROUGH their leg. A few people had been able to cut off their stuck leg at the knee, and thus survived to warn future swimmers.
Other times your only clue would bu the odd pipes and fans stacked to man-height, until it just poked above the surface of the water. Then you could know, that it would never again be safe to swim in that pool (but some tried it, hoping to swim above the coral proper. After all, this was the pool they had to swim in, and there was no other way).

Themes in my modern life feature two things, prominently, though often not in the same dream. One is the path. It starts out like a multilane highway, but the higher it climbs the more it peters out, until I wake stuck on a deer trail cutting through a cliff in the Andes, only fog below, only loose rocks to guide me, no sounds of human activity. Sometimes there'll be a hut, or a house I know. It's off the path, and the people that live there now, don't notice me. So that doesn't help.

The other is water. Yesterday I dreamt that I had been hired as part of a team to [...] (obviously not part of the script; not specified anywhere) but the city in question was thirty feet under water. The water had been rerouted, so there was also a dry underground cave-city that had been active in the '30s, and occasionally the dream would jump to the above-ground city that was built as a continuous harbor / float. If you slipped from the over city, you could get mired in clay and drown. But in the under-city, we had some means of breathing in the underwater city, though I remember pretty much nothing about that aside from watching a chair-elevator lower a griffon companion to what looked like a watery grave but we all expected him to be back after his shift. Sulu (from star trek? Sometimes this team member was played by a particular uncle, who is no variation of asian at all), being a motorcycle racing fanatic (actually a retired racer, which is why he was hired to ... rebuild an underwater city? The questions my awake-mind asks are never answered by the script writer) anyway, Sulu was excited to see I'd decorated the wall above the ramp to the wooden chair/elevator with racing leathers I'd managed to save when the above ground store that was selling them, fell into the water.

There, /night/ -- tell me *that* is off topic here. (also, do you have a picture to go with *ANY* of that?)