Ibeces?

Ibiceing you?

No, these were ibexes, not ibises.

I had a fever delusion in that half-state. I kept going through glass curtains, sheets falling and shattering like thin ice on a lake, making that beautiful sound, blood streaming from all my gashes.

Actually, I'm not that self-centered. Tuesday-Thursday, when I actually thought I might die, I was wondering if I should sit on an open hefty trash bag to make disposal easier when the boss called sanitation.

I dreamed my father, my brother, my sister, and I were eating at a diner. It was next to a concert venue, and Justin came out to get something out of a vehicle. He was debonnair, as always, with the perfect hair, black slacks, and a dark blue shirt. I, on the other hand, was dressed like the Oakley Barbie, but I couldn't refrain from waving. He waved back. I was so beside myself. The great Justin waved back after I waved. Was it coincidence?

So, my brother had a window with a different vantage point, closer to the stage door. All he was talking about was how Justin shrugged. Oof! Here I saw Justin being all nice, and my brother saw him with the mask off going, "Whatever. Crazy fans."

I was dreaming about being on one of the cruises last night. Only it was the last cruise, and I was thinking about how long we had been planning it. Then we were talking about how the solo cruises were coming up. Very messy dream after that, glad I woke up when I did. Ever have those dreams where stuff is just a mess and nothing makes sense?

lunazure said

I was dreaming about being on one of the cruises last night. Only it was the last cruise, and I was thinking about how long we had been planning it. Then we were talking about how the solo cruises were coming up. Very messy dream after that, glad I woke up when I did. Ever have those dreams where stuff is just a mess and nothing makes sense?

I dreamed of filth below train tracks. It's been on my mind a lot.

I also had a somewhat disturbing dream that I was talking to my mother, and she looked very sickly, to put it politely. I don't remember what she said, only that I was frightened for her.

sometimes a dream is just a dream.

This isn't a vision/dream exactly, but several weeks ago, I was wandering around downtown, and the word/name, "Meritor" came into my head and it wouldn't leave. Since then, every few days, I will remember that and ask myself, "What is Meritor?"

Any suggestions (facetious or helpful)?

I've learned it's a company in Troy, a city in which I lived very briefly. Maybe they're hiring - but they make military equipment, and I don't want to do something like that.

My vision right now looks out the window to the north. The trees are all black, in shadow, against a bright peach-gold sunset on a textured cloud mass. The sky grades to purple hues above the cloud. There is a mountain on the horizon, and a cloud sits in the valley. An occasional firefly flits by. Out the western window, the sky is the color of faded denim, backdrop to black trees. It is the kind of thing to which I can never get a camera to do justice.

Ooh, a band between the cloud and sky just turned a marvy pastel of cerise/magenta. Now, the mountain is black with a faint purple vibrancy.