Over the past few days I’ve had semi recurring dreams about what I’d have to describe as normal life stuff. You know going to work, driving a car visiting friends. These are sprinkled with light dreamstuff, like toys that eat each other or semiautomatic cars. Yet, the principal themes appear to be just ordinary everyday life occurrences.
The only really odd deal was in one dream I was fighting a toy pillow that had come to life and had began to construct a plastic army of robot toys made from the flesh or Barbie dolls (bleached and hardened) and last night I was working in a radio station along with a troupe of kids straight from the pages of Newsboy Legion.
The common themes of most of the last few night’s dreams has been an overwhelming number of dreams about moving home to Ontario, which I’m sure will be put aside by a visit home sometime in the next few months.