it's my own fault, I 'asked' for these dreams: well, dreams of worth or value...
1) about 3am:
woke up with a big triangular moth in the room that fluttered near my face and might have landed on my mouth. Next I'm in front of the bathroom mirror and fat black shiny caterpillars or carapaced millipedes are filling my mouth. I use my fingers to wedge these things out and they clatter into the sink below. More and more appear and finally I can pull no more of them out as they're secreting this slime that starts to seal my mouth shut. I approach a fellow 'exploration team' member saying, "Fix me, I'm in a dream." and they bring out a small spinning diamond crystal that emits a needle-fine corrective beam of song.
2) about 5am:
a friend of mine shows me the (substantial) paperback they've written; lilac-coloured swirly cover-font reads Cosmology, Thinking & Lateral Movement. How man of these have you written? Oh, about THIRTY.
