>>6107 >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. >it just poked above the surface of the water. >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).
oh my goodness. It sounds like a horror script and it´s giving me vibes of that film called Creepshow 2 (around the 9th minute) produced during the 80s:
>Themes in my modern life feature two things >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. for some reason, after thinking about it for a while, it hides within its settings something metaphorical. The interpretations can vary a lot when it comes to judging these sentences from yours with a proper but:
Could it be related to age? I mean, when you are a child, you have illusions and lots of friends that accompany you through that ride but the more that you grow up, the less clear the path is for you (and less contacts that will support you for this journey). The trail could mean that it is a path to follow only for yourself that you find convenient. Those random people who live in those houses that don´t notice you won´t care about what you do. The fog could indicate your solitude and the guiding rocks could mean your daily short term actions.