I would wake up gasping for air because I had stopped breathing in my sleep. There had been a ship passing over head slowly as I was swimming under water.
Now, my dreams have turned pretty drab.
I dream that I am at work making copies and taking people’s orders and helping people out at the ship center. I dream of shopping at the mall for various clothing items. I dream of conversations I’ve had recently. Basically, my dreams have gone from life threatening, arbitrary, absolute insanity to regurgitations of my everyday life with the occasional random crap thrown in.
I wish I knew what the cause of all this is. I remember waking up when I’d have the crazy dreams and feeling blown away that my mind would make such fucked up tossed salads of thought. They were like watching crazy low budget films, the free movies, you know. My recent dreams just make me depressed.
This transition from absurdity to mediocrity reminds me of the change we go through with age. As kids, we believe in the fantastic and the impossible. Somewhere along the way, we lose that in the abyss of society and adulthood. I guess working in retail for so long breaks you down in to the mindless fuck they love us to be.
I don’t sleep to re-live this shitty existence on Earth. I want to go back to the Dr. Seuss bowling alley.