I dreamed I was an otter. A river otter floating on green-gold waters between sandy banks under willow trees. A time traveling river otter with black fur.
My best friend was a swimming chicken. Or a floating chicken, who bobbed beside me, floating on the currents, whom I probably had to keep from drowning. An all white chicken, feathers ragged and wet, floating at my side, looking for adventure.
It's all kind of hazy from there, but I think we invaded a fancy hotel, trailing mud and feathers through the penthouse suite, over quilted satin counterpanes. Is that enough bat-shit crazy for one post?
Hi!
I'm Laura, and this is my mind on not a single drug at all. I'm not sure yet what format I'll follow here. Probably nothing solid for a while. Will my dreams have titles? Maybe. Will I be sure to include the date, probably. How often will I post? I have no clue. Will they follow a linear progression? Not at all! I have dreams recorded in the past that I plan on posting at some point. Will I include commentary or interpretation? Probably not, but you're welcome to do so in the comments. I'd be interested in hearing what you think.
So sit back and enjoy!
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