The Guy who Scripts my Dreams
Dreamed 1982/8/24 by Chris Wayan
When I dreamt this, I was recovering from a batterer, broke, and quite sick. Family (and doctors) said it was all in my head (really an untreated infection PLUS gluten intolerance). In my head? How about therapy then? Nope!
So I did dreamwork--the shrink you see for free.
Another horror movie! But so
hokey I laugh--at first. The star?
A triceratops so big his horns
loom above horizon, even miles
off. But he's not just a dinosaur:
a runaway train too. Crushes brush,
Horrorflick swallows my friends & me.
A girl strolls by, blind to beast. Does she
Drum, drum! Hulking torso looms. Spikes
I run, yell "NAVA! HELP!" but my friend
So I must fight alone. Fight dirty. Finally I
"More than GUNS?" says the monster,
Oh. His job? Nice to be heard, I guess.
stagger down hall, only to find
Oh, Horny's sly. Assigned me an
by the lintel's a wide closet--three
The cost? Now closet-jaw yawns wide.
NOTES NEXT MORNING
I posted this dream for two reasons.
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