There was an apartment, and from outside I heard just the most terrible screams. In my dream a lady and her kid was trying to dig under the building to release the girl, but there was concrete blocks stopping them.
Then someone came with a chisel and tore a hole in the side of the apartment. When it was down, it did not look like the inside of an apartment, but like an underground garage. All was concrete. And a filthy, battered girl was in the fetal position in the corner
She was cowering under an electric volt box, and next to a half rotted pizza . . .
Someone asked “Is that rot on her arm?” and from MY perspective I looked down to MY forearm and seen a green moldy patch.
Then I was talking to the girl. When asked what happened to this poor thing she said;
“I crawled from the bottom of the ocean with my tongue, I had to. My arms were tied, God, it ripped part of it off”
I tried, in this part of the dream, to put the found piece of tongue in ice, but it just kept melting and getting warmer and warmer.
I woke from this dream in a panic, because I could not save the bit of tongue. Could not help that girl. And did not ask “How the hell were you at the bottom of the ocean in the first place?”
Also “I crawled from the bottom of the ocean with my tongue” seems like a disturbingly relevant quote to me . . . Somehow.
Glad there is a section for this on Yahoo. Comment if you please, please
Then someone came with a chisel and tore a hole in the side of the apartment. When it was down, it did not look like the inside of an apartment, but like an underground garage. All was concrete. And a filthy, battered girl was in the fetal position in the corner
She was cowering under an electric volt box, and next to a half rotted pizza . . .
Someone asked “Is that rot on her arm?” and from MY perspective I looked down to MY forearm and seen a green moldy patch.
Then I was talking to the girl. When asked what happened to this poor thing she said;
“I crawled from the bottom of the ocean with my tongue, I had to. My arms were tied, God, it ripped part of it off”
I tried, in this part of the dream, to put the found piece of tongue in ice, but it just kept melting and getting warmer and warmer.
I woke from this dream in a panic, because I could not save the bit of tongue. Could not help that girl. And did not ask “How the hell were you at the bottom of the ocean in the first place?”
Also “I crawled from the bottom of the ocean with my tongue” seems like a disturbingly relevant quote to me . . . Somehow.
Glad there is a section for this on Yahoo. Comment if you please, please