Dream log
Last night I had some bad dreams, and the first was about the apocalypse. It was nothing like my previous and as of then only world-will-end dream, which borrowed heavily from Dante’s Inferno and involved a crumbling spiral staircase surrounded by a city in flames and flailing bodies. This one was less fire and brimstone and more fear and loathing. I remember seeing a lot of white and feeling a sense of dread. I only knew it was an apocalypse dream because someone straight up said to me “the world is going to end tomorrow.” I woke up at 4:25 a.m. thinking that the world was, in fact, about to end.
The other dreams are sort of amorphous in my memory now. One was in a big log cabin, and some of my extended family was there. Someone was sick or we were trying to hide someone. People kept coming in and out. At one point, we left, and I rode from some floating-flying thing that I took from Up. Then I was in a swampy area where people were hunting one another. I was in the river near the log cabin, and I was trying to stay as low to the water as I could so that no one would shoot me. I think I’m just afraid of death.
