Chris writes:
So I had died, don’t know how, but I was sitting in the lobby of an office tower which unbeknownst to me was purgatory. I hadn’t really realized I had died until the receptionist and some others came up and told me I had died and they were going to take me to heaven. “Ah” I thought, “so thats why I’m here.” As they were leading me to an elevator an evil me appeared dressed all in red with little horns and a tail trying to beckon me to another elevator, saying how much fun it would be etc. Well, I saw right through it of course, the red with the horns and tail, that was so predictable did anybody actually fall for that anymore? So I went with the angels and we took the elevator up to the third floor, a floor just like any office floor where I would spend the rest of eternity in front of a computer doing heaven’s work, which I assumed meant I was doing good in the world, I didn’t really know. Continue reading
[So, we’ve gotten a few wonderful dream submissions that are in the form of very short, simple, almost zen-like images–I like to call these “dream haikus.” I’ve added some formatting for effect.]
Dianne writes that she was creeped out by the following dream:
Someone kept trying
to get me to hold a little baby
but it had a full set of teeth.
Sam dreamt:
I had a dream my eyebrows turned dark
and grew out to the sides of my head,
and no one had a tweezers.
Loren sends us these two:
I was taking the train to Uganda,
but I accidently go off in Japan.
It was okay, I just got on going in the opposite direction.
Before the election,
I dreamt I saw Obama in a rocky clearing,
fighting a bear. He won.
Rachel writes:
During the election, I dreamed that I was in a huge convention hall and around me were all the most important women in my life – friends, family, crushes, celebrities – everyone was there. As we were all milling around meeting one another, the lights went dim and on all four walls of the convention center, someone started projecting these Sarah Palin attack ads. But they were about really dumb stuff, like “Sarah Palin has stupid hair, Sarah Palin wears loser shoes, Sarah Palin smells bad, Sarah Palin is a total bitch.” When suddenly, out of nowhere, in a pantsuit so sparkly only she could wear it, comes Hillary Clinton. And she runs through the hall, trying to block the projectors with her body, shouting “Attack her policies! Attack her policies!”
Then I woke up.
I dream of dada 