Already, by the end of January 2020, I started to think it was a bit odd. All the dreams I had and could remember, all of them were in darkness.
No nightmares or anything like that. The usual dreams, full of action, weirdness – in short, full of writing inspiration.
But no sunlight, no bright skies. Just darkness and night time, just gloomy foggy dark blue and dark green lights.
As I am writing this post, the terrible-incredible in many ways year 2020 is coming to an end. It’s dawn. At last, some snow decided to stay.
In last night’s dream, the one I can remember anyway, the light was a dull greenish pale light. A shopping mall had been transformed into a medical clinic (I dearly hope it’s not a premonition). An old man could not close is widely broken jaws. Long strings of saliva hanging from his mouth, and where it touched the tired brown floor tiles, strawberry gummies pop out.
Like I said, it’s gloomy and dark, but very rarely scary.
Here’s my question to myself now: where’s the light?Continuer la lecture de « The Year of Twilight Dreams »