Entry 56

Written on 04 April 2020, Saturday:

Early morning dream I was hiking down a hill, everything felt fresh, like it had just rained, and familiar, like I had hiked this trail before. Then I’m in a house and I guess I’m asking for directions. — was there. She was pulling out a book or a map from somewhere and asking me something I couldn’t quite make out or can’t remember, something about whether I would stay or that the name of the next town was “Listay,” or “Lisjay” where I can take a rest-stop, stay overnight.

I woke up and tried to commit the dream to memory; I was still sleepy, fell back asleep and dreamt other dreams, so most of what I remember in this early dream was just the feeling of it, the freedom in the beginning, the hesitancy when — asked me, because I actually wanted to stay, but wasn’t sure it was appropriate. I thought or felt her dad was there even though I didn’t see him.

Next dream I was serving some snacks, a row of small red cakes, sort of like in an ice tray from the freezer, and also cubes of brownies from the fridge. I said to my guests that the red ones had only a hint of cannabis, the brown ones are the real space brownies. Then I was pulling out small octopus from the fridge, and it was slippery, and I guess it was trying to get away from me, pulling away from me, but I’m not really chasing it, or it was actually leading as I ran downstair and out of the house. The octopus then fell out of my hands, or maybe I threw it into a dark pool. It transforms into a pink puffer fish, bloated, and somebody tells me I need to pull it out of the pool so we can grill it. So I pull it out by the tail and it regurgitates not water, but its long, dark-colored intestines, or maybe its stomach, but it was very long and flat-empty with these small, short tentacles, I guess like the skin of the puffer fish, but not spiky. Somebody said we can still grill it, but I need to pull out the rest of the intestines from the bottom of the fish.

The last dream I was talking to someone in a room. This is all very hazy, I don’t really remember any images, but I left the room and another guy appeared walking beside me. I got the feeling he was the same guy in the previous dream telling me we can grill the octopus/puffer fish/intestines. But this guy as he walked beside me was nagging me about something, asking me about what I had said to the first guy I was talking to, the one I had left in the room. This nagging guy was asking me what advice I had told the other guy, and I didn’t really know, or I didn’t want to tell him and break confidentiality. Finally I stopped walking and I said, or even shouted, “Write! I told him to write.” But even though this is what came out of my mouth, it wasn’t really what I thought. I didn’t really know what I thought or what I was going to say. It was just what came out. And as I said it, I wondered if this was actually the advice I gave the other guy in the room, or if I was just making it up. . .