anachred

Down Side To Being Internet Free Most of the Day:

I have a lot more time to be thinking of all sorts of things, including things to blog about. Sorry, kids.



I've been also not watching shows so much close to bed time. This means...
having my own dreams, not based on other stories!


...My primal imagination is A BEAST.

I was at the funeral of a villain-type with a bad goatee, and he was alive to leer at me in anticipation (of my discomfort). At least while everyone was gathering. Once dead, he was sent off with fire, but in such a way as to have a spectacular roll of burning coals to be rolled to the four points of the compass, 43 times, 44...45...

Grotesque (not gross, there's a difference) and strangely anthropological in impression. Despite the fantasy edge to it...

Though I'm not sure I always dream in color, some moments of them definitely are.
The corpse scorched a black streak in the lush grass.


Sometimes I don't know how I write such sane stuff, when I get a look Back There.