Category: Dreams

I have very weird dreams. You can ask Frank. He usually just shakes his head after I tell him my dreams and utters something the effect of how “f-up my head is”. I like them. They can be terrifying sometimes, but they are like a movie I could never imagine if I was awake. They are filled with characters, colors, lots of activity and I feel lucky to wake up and remember them. Dreams can tell us things too I believe. Ways in which our sleeping mind is working out the stuff we push aside during the day. And sometimes they tell us not to eat jalapenos before we fall asleep. Please enjoy at your own risk. I warned you. I’m weird.

Slack Jaw

MichelleR

By Michelle Raskey – A Dream. A short story start? You tell me.

At first glance I thought she had tried to unsuccessfully swallow a mouthful of coffee grounds. Brown crumbs fell out her parted lips, her mouth too small to hold everything. Then I realized that her jaw was detached, lower mandible slack, held in place by flesh that looked stretched to capacity. She tried to speak, I tried to look away. I was sure my expression was at the very least shock veiled in horror. I peered, staring at the grotesqueness of the beautiful girl. I can’t remember if I spoke out loud or thought it, “Does it hurt? How does it work?”

“This is the only way to keep my face together,” she mumbled, tufts of soil falling out her mouth. Black , rich, fertile soil. She swung back on her neck, gaped open, eyes rolling back in her head in death or ecstasy, revealing her contents. A forest floor was in her mouth. An orchard’s worth of roots, all tangled together, were keeping the earth and her jaw intact, just enough. She quickly shut it, a puff of dust escaping in time with her eyes rolling back into their place.

“You should only open your mouth when you absolutely have to,” I thought to her.

She looked out the window of our taxi, waiting for her stop.

May 1, 2018

MichelleR

Last night’s dream was a real whizbanger of weirdness:

I was in some sort of Western cafeteria-type place that was a cross between a restaurant and post-apocalyptic survival center. People seemed in varying degrees of panic. There was a large trough like area with several levels where people could have food (looked like some sort of veal or meat type product) squished through these cylinders where it would come out the other side as milk for babies. People had their babies at the troughs and would put their bottles under the cylinders to be filled up, sort of like we fill up a drink at a fast food place. I saw a couple with twins who were only feeding one baby and I became enraged about the other baby they had seemed to ignore. I went over (without asking) and picked up the other baby but found they had given him or her only a bottle nipple hooked up to a long tube that should have gone to milk but instead the baby was frantically slurping up the air. The baby’s belly was getting huge with air and I tried to gently push on the baby’s stomach to make it fart the air out. It wasn’t working. I could not get the bottle top out of the babies mouth and realized this baby was going to burst from all the air if I didn’t get it something to drink. So I started pushing people to get the end of the tube into that weird milk. I woke up to Frank’s alarm wondering what in the world?!

Feel free to leave your interpretation of my dream in a comment. I am always fascinated by the interpretation of dreams from the silly to the psychoanalysis. I won’t put my stock in any of it, but it’s fun to read!

Disclaimer

This blogger acknowledges that she knows little to nothing of Arizona, its people or its history. She is however, excited to learn as much as she can. This blog is just her “notes from the journey” on making an epic life changing move. If I get something wrong, meh – get used to it. Blerg.