Intensity.
17 Mar 2011 Leave a Comment
So, recently, I’ve been having very abstract dreams at night, and I’m not entirely sure why. I’m not even remotely certain of what exactly the dreams contain. While they are consistent to some extent, the subjects of the dreams are endlessly changing. In fact, the only thing that these dreams share in common is this:
I am in a dark room with one or more of my closest friends. The room looks rather similar to my own; somewhat modest in size, but large enough to move around freely. There is a window in the corner that is dimly highlighted by the orange lights in my parking lot. A friend takes a lava lamp from the top of one of my dressers and plugs it into a nearby power outlet. The lamp contains vividly chromed wax, each drop featuring peaceful distortions of different people in my life, some being more prominent than others.
“This is how a lava lamp works…” the friend says, with a smile so placid that it is almost uncomfortable.
The instant that these words are spoken, the wax begins to flow from the bottom of the lamp, and the room is, at once, engulfed with lukewarm violet flames that peel away unfamiliar wall paper. The floor of the room drops out, and my friends disappear, leaving me in a vast pool of cerulean water. A hand reaches out and takes hold of my own, and I am pulled forward until my eyes are able to perceive an infinite trench… and then I wake up.
So essentially, each dream begins and ends with fire and water. Again, I am not entirely sure about why these dreams have been occurring. Perhaps stress? Artistic backup? Can anybody out there identify with this bizzarre occurence?
Heyo!
16 Mar 2011 1 Comment
Hey guys! It’s your friendly neighborhood Martian here! I don’t really know what to talk about yet… so I guess I’ll just start by saying that I’m new here. You can expect new blogs from me every now and then. I’ll just be letting out my thoughts and junk, so yeah. Keep watch!
-Martianhammock
