i haven't had a chance to eat anything funky for a while but tonight i'll be eating piroges. i've already eaten two and i'll be eating one more in 10 minutes or so and then hit the sack somewhat later.
i still don't have a good way of remembering the dreams when i wake up though, i'll try and find my small microtaperecorder and keep that by the bed.
result: hoo boy - i got some real wierd stuff with this one. i did find my tape recorder but i mumbled so much at two o clock, when i woke up the first time, that i can't make out much at all. anyhow, here's what i do remember; me and my family, i think, lived in a semi-completed house. nothing more than the walls and the foundation was in place but we had some tarp as roof and a big fire in a corner to keep us warm.
there was a jetty close by where a lot of rich kids parked their big, flashy boats. despite it being mid day it suddenly became pitch black and something started falling from the sky. i could feel the ground getting mushy and soft, despite being on the jetty all the time. when the light "came back on" i noticed that it had been bats, or more precisely, bat young, that had fallen from the sky and smashed on the jetty.
after this i reached for my attaché case, that for some reason had brought even though i don't own one, and held it up above my head. the next second it started raining, only it was bird shit. it was as if thousands and thousands of birds flew over us and crapped all at once. bleurk.
that's all i have from this dream and i think we all should be thankful for that. and no more piroges before bedtime.
