Okay, dreampt's not a word. But when I dreampt, I shrunk in size to where I could enter a flower. The flower grew on a vine by a wall down the walk from our front door. The flower contained a shop with a counter with a shopkeeeper behind it. My mother was making a purchase. There was a back room where my brother and sister struggled with each other over control of a tomahawk. I dreampt all this early, early as in my first remembered dream. I wonder now, why a tomahawk? What made my underdeveloped subsconscious brain conjure forth a tomahawk inside a flower? And why did I wake in terror seeing them wrestle on the floor of that flower?
Saturday, May 13, 2006
True Story 1 - Flower Dream
Okay, dreampt's not a word. But when I dreampt, I shrunk in size to where I could enter a flower. The flower grew on a vine by a wall down the walk from our front door. The flower contained a shop with a counter with a shopkeeeper behind it. My mother was making a purchase. There was a back room where my brother and sister struggled with each other over control of a tomahawk. I dreampt all this early, early as in my first remembered dream. I wonder now, why a tomahawk? What made my underdeveloped subsconscious brain conjure forth a tomahawk inside a flower? And why did I wake in terror seeing them wrestle on the floor of that flower?
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