Jason KausJan 15, 2019

Much has come to pass in the dreamscape as of late. I will dole it out in parts, but in this thread, my continued Oneirobiography:

The woods were not kind. At least, unlike the road, they were eventful.

There were things lurking behind the trees, the things from deeper levels of dream. They couldn’t show themselves or act here, but they could watch.

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They could watch as I was chased by a mass of worms. A slimy, slithering, knotted tidal wave; it moved with unearthly rapidity. This was not the first night it had pursued me.

For the past week, running from this thing was the only dream I could recall.

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The dreambleed I had sustained from the wayward car was finally gone, but two more had been inflicted soon after by what I could only imagine was a Jub Jub bird, then four from a Bandersnatch.
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I suppose that made this place the Tugly wood. Was this thing a Jabberwock? It didn’t look like any traditional depiction. It certainly did burble, though.
Jan 24, 2019 at 4:01amWeb