Kathe Izzo it's weird, when I was young I had a repetitive dream of newborn puppies, that I forgot were there, living under my bed, last night I dreamt of full grown tigers & jaguars roaming around my house (it's not the first time)
8 hours agoEve Hermann
because i have to tell you when i dream of youlast night i was in a warehouse & outside it was storming & i received a folded up blanket with batik writing on it, a message from your daughter (not sure which one) to me. but the blanket was from both of you. when i unfolded it the blanket had a giant picture of an eagle on it. i was confused by it, an eagle? then i put it over me and there was such an immense sense of comfort. and i watched the storm outside and felt safe.
love the imagery from your dream about the cats.
I have been feverish for 3 days.
There is a large red anarchist's A on the garage across the alley from my bathoom window. I stare at it when I sit on the toilet. Every day. Many times a day. My eyes fall on it and I automatically go into some kind of trance.
I witnessed an ex yesterday and he appeared to me, in my delerium, as a feral animal, I am not quite sure which kind. What is that static that appears in someone's eyes when they are not telling the truth, a kind of pixelation, a lack of clear frequency. I hadn't asked him anything and he hadn't really said much, but the smell of a lie was in the air. It was strange. Like a disturbing perfume, it had a violent base note to it, whether intentional or not, a element of danger and it wasn't the sexy kind of danger. Or maybe it once was, but was not anymore. Bad danger. This perfume was so exhausting, I mean I was sick and this was clearly the wrong time for this kind of thing. And don't shoot the messenger.
Last night I dreamt of untethered tigers, well actually a large female tiger and a much smaller male jaguar. They were living in the large house of a friend, where they had their own wing. She gave them to me and I really wanted them. The weird thing about the dream was how conscious I was, from rubbing my hands over the sinewy bodies of the big cats, to touching the huge fangs of the tiger, to wondering, once the animals had been sedated and placed in large crates, how I would get them up the three flights to my home and then what would I do with them once they were there.
I wanted these animals so much, but I wondered if I could really sleep with them in my large single room, if I was safe. I spent a lot of time thinking about if they needed to run and the safety of the other people around me, the people that didn't know about the cats, had not had a chance to decide if they wanted to live with wild carnivorous animals. At one point, I saw the jaguar leap from my window, 3 flights up, down to the street & I felt a deep pull in my gut as I surrendered control, like "the cat might die, it might survive, it might run, it might attack, I give up all accountability for this wild animal, I surrender, it is free" but then, of course magically, the way dreams work, suddenly the jaguar was back in front of me, needing my attention.
It has been a very long time since I have had to remind myself several times, throughout the day, that it was only a dream.