some of the recurring themes in my dreams are talking cats (they never talk very well, it sounds kind of parroty and mimicy and just spooky as hell) tornados (which took over from nuclear mushroom clouds, once a common childhood symbol: in a particular dream the latter turned into the former and then tornados began poulating my dreams, although I haven't dreamed of them in years), long narrow hallways and giant expansive warehouses, completely empty city streets and public structures, the memory loss of one or more days or more frequently the memory loss of a particular portion of every day over the course of several months, revolvers that work poorly and have too many chambers in their cylinders or weird shaped bullets that don't quite fit, and, if I don't happen to be smoking cigarettes at that particular point in real time, cigarettes.
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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