I had another rather symbolic dream last night.
I dreamt that an old infatuation of mine appeared at my house, asking me if I cared to hang out with them sometime. Naturally I was surprised and ecstatic, for I had previously noted their disinterest in me and had now given up hope of ever forming a friendship with them. I told them to wait one moment though, I had to go to the bathroom, an excuse to make sure I was presentable to a person to whom I held such esteem. When I ripped a wad of toilet paper to blow my nose, it caught flame and burned in my grasp, smudging black ashes all over my hands. Shit, I thought, turning on the water to wash the ashes off, splashing some into my face, only to find that the water was like ink, staining my hands further and rendering my face splattered with discoloration. It was silly, but I started panicking, how could I hang out with somebody so cool with my hands and face all stained and unclean?!?! I started frantically endeavoring to dry myself with the towel, only succeeding in smudging the blackness all over the place. And then I stopped as the irony hit me, I sat on the bathroom floor and started to laugh.
And then I woke up.
All sewed up.
My first solar eclipse.
Werewolf.
Some small moments in life are so profound and symbolic. But I never really know why.
I had a dream last night that all the frets fell off of my guitar. I was scared to play it without them. It was a rather symbolic dream.
