Peter sends us the following two dreams:
1 – In this dream, the teenagers were all caught up in a fad they called “kaleing”. They would sit in couples, each with garlands of kale around their necks, and quietly, sweetly graze on each other.
2 – A dream of witches. Not the earth-loving neopagan kind, or the cartoony variety, but chilling supernatural beings. I was walking down a dark alleyway in Minneapolis, with only shafts of moonlight and occasional patches of incandescence cast down from the windows of the old brick and wood city buildings to either side. It was a shivery fall night, and the wind was pushing small objects around the alleyway.
Then, a surge in the wind — and the air felt as I have never felt it before. It was as if the rivulets of the gust threaded right through my body. Every hair stood erect, and a whispering right behind my ear seemed to accompany the whoosh of air. “wwhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiitttchhhhhh…” Continue reading
I dream of dada 