The shock of being suddenly destroyed. Can any of us truly imagine it? I mean, can any of us really, truly imagine what that would be like, the shock of that?
I know I can. I have an AWESOME imagination! I'm like, boo yah, any time I think of something - there's practically nothing I can think of that I can't also imagine.
It's partly because my head was set on fire once, in a dream. Wow, that hurt.
But these days, the shoe's on the other foot - and I'm the one setting peoples' heads on fire! It doesn't really impress them, though, because...I think they realize it's a dream. I think everybody in my dreams knows it's a dream. But do they realize that it is in fact my dream? I think some of them do. Some of them seem to be humoring me.
I don't know, I'm kind of sick of the fantastic. I'd like a nice normal restful dream. It seems like anymore...my dreams are plagued by shitty plotting and bad special effects. I want contemplative dreams. I want profound dreams. If I don't start getting them...I'm going to have to start setting peoples' heads on fire.
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