Out of a curdled dream with an aching knee and a brain that remembered not remembering in a dream. The clock showed a bleary eyed three and I clearly remembered why the the cat was not there. I remembered quite clearly and that is the first thing that I remembered...
Don't usually remember dreams. Especially not vividly. Yet, woke up to a persistent alarm clock that clicked instead of ticking and ran fast and then saw the chiming wall clock running fast as well.
Remembered vividly not remembering. Had stepped out of my house after A & J came a visiting. Remembered A's face and J presence but not the face or the rest... Stepped out of a house that was mine and yet so unfamiliar. Moved out of a room and not a door. Walked to get some kind of food. Walked past cheetahs that barked at me and moved away with a an amputated front paw each. Walked through a dark and urban jungle and smelt of nothing and tasted familiar and dank. Don't remember the creature, the almost wind-up creature, that skipped ahead and bounded and skippled ahead of me on my way back... Remember picking it up and nestling it in my palm...
Remember the oppression on my head about not being able to recollect where I was going and especially where to go back... The impending implosion opened my eyes to the bleary tubelights and current reality of other things that cannot be wished away... The resonance fast fading away like a bell feels the last reverberation after a toll...
Don't usually remember dreams. Especially not vividly. Yet, woke up to a persistent alarm clock that clicked instead of ticking and ran fast and then saw the chiming wall clock running fast as well.
Remembered vividly not remembering. Had stepped out of my house after A & J came a visiting. Remembered A's face and J presence but not the face or the rest... Stepped out of a house that was mine and yet so unfamiliar. Moved out of a room and not a door. Walked to get some kind of food. Walked past cheetahs that barked at me and moved away with a an amputated front paw each. Walked through a dark and urban jungle and smelt of nothing and tasted familiar and dank. Don't remember the creature, the almost wind-up creature, that skipped ahead and bounded and skippled ahead of me on my way back... Remember picking it up and nestling it in my palm...
Remember the oppression on my head about not being able to recollect where I was going and especially where to go back... The impending implosion opened my eyes to the bleary tubelights and current reality of other things that cannot be wished away... The resonance fast fading away like a bell feels the last reverberation after a toll...
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