Dream Journal 17-06-16
The world I saw when I shut my eyes last night was but one stream of blurred images following rapidly one after the other. That all changed once I fell asleep. Then, the world was being created right before my very eyes. Not by the hand of any god but by the pen of the author. My dreams last night happened in text. As it was written on that blood-stained page as did it occur in my mind as a dream.
There was something about my dogs, something about someone that I had over for tea, and something about me lying unconscious on the floor.