Morning pages, April 26, 1996

I awakened from a movie dream, a dream about a movie I may have played a part in, or maybe I was only the audience.

People in the dream were turning into grotesque and violent ‘aliens’ (as, in aliens from the movie Aliens). They had tentacles and their tentacles would slide out and kill people.

Certain people would be taken away and then turned into these mutant creatures. The creatures were ruled by robots who would change into any form and the mutant humans and the robots would have sex, but mutant humans had no control and the sex would get so heated that the robots, in erotic human form, would begin to melt… like a dented car would look and the mutant humans turned into these grotesque, horrible monsters with huge skulls and stick figure bodies.

Such evil evil dreams back in 1996.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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