Inspired by Spencer Krug's Dreamland project under the Moonface moniker, i am recording down my dreams in a blog. Some are weird, some are scary, and some are dramatic. And they are all done while i'm asleep.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
The Savannah Cliff Dream.
I am in a very wide open desert-type area. It is dry. It is just dirt for miles. Bright blue sky. There is an old, small, dark mansion, facing the opposite of the sun's light from behind. Inside, it is my friend Kimberly's house. It is very messy, not to reflect her actual home in real life. Things are torn down, things are pushed around. It is very dirty. I am talking to the landlord on the phone about a problem with the house. The mansion is on the edge biblically deep but thin crack/canyon in the ground. On the other side of this canyon is many dry dirt mountains where Zebras and other Savannah-type animals run around and roam. Keep in mind, this is all i see. Just dirt forever and ever on each side of this empty canyon. It was very realistic, looking out beyond this canyon and seeing these small, sun-emblazened dirt hills with grass and rocks and animals. Not to mention, Kim and her one baby sister were in this house.
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