I had some horrifying and bizarre dreams last night, strange even by my standards.
I looked down at my left side, along my torso. It was covered with raised, frilly growths of mottled skin, like the fungus you might find growing on a tree. "A rash, some horrible rash. I must be allergic to something." It didn't hurt, it didn't itch, even as I poked at the grotesque eruptions gently, scared of making it worse. One area was different from the pink-red frills and had specks of black embedded in it. Somehow I removed one of the specks, which dropped onto the table. It had legs, and it scurried away, a tiny black insect. Visions of the brain-bugs in Wrath of Kahn rushed into my consciousness. I freaked out, and furiously dialed the doctor's office.
I was sitting in a car, stuck in traffic. A parade was going on up ahead, and there were cars and people clogging the road. A few people in costumes came riding by on bikes, swerving through the crowd. It was my friend's bike gang, and I waved at the people I knew. As one boy rode through the crowd, a spectator shoved him, almost toppling him. "Hey!" the crowd shouted. "Not cool!" The pushy guy ran across the street, and a cop followed him, his futuristic ray-gun/taser thrust out in front of him as he gave chase. The bad man was caught quickly and brought back to the crowd of spectators, where the cop gave him a lecture, delivered in rhyming verse.
Posted by thevieve at October 25, 2006 8:25 AM