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The Heads, The Crocodile and The Wolf.

14 Jul 2010 1 Comment

by magicplum in My Dreams Tags: Crocodile, Dream, Hanging, New York City Policeman, Putrefaction, Severed Heads, Suicide, White Wolf

A recent dream. (Because I have nothing else prepared.  How lazy a blog post is a dream, apart from the write up?)

It was evening.  I was with an old school friend - Claire.  We were trying to get ahead somewhere before her mother got there, so we could pretend we had been there all along. We ran along a dark path through grassland and we found ourselves at some railings. They were strange railings. They formed a box shape and there was a door on them that made them like a cage. We got inside to try to get out the other side. Once we were in, we couldn’t get out. A New York City policeman came by and shone his flashlight through the railings at us. He told us we had to get out, that the tide was coming in.  And then I noticed that Claire had gone, the door was swinging open.  I tried to leave the cage but somehow I got caught up with the policeman in some ropes that were there out of nowhere, and we were suddenly up high, swinging.  I left my body and I was watching us swing from above.  The ropes caught around our necks and with the swinging they kept tightening until our necks were as narrow as pencils, and our bodies vanished and there were just our heads swinging there – and we had two heads each.  I watched our heads as they rapidly changed colours going through the spectrum of putrefaction.  My heads ended up a purple and gold colour.

Then I was with two friends of mine, Ellie and Adrian.  We were walking along a wooden walkway that was partly submerged in water.  It lead through a grassy kind of Everglade swampland.  I looked down into the water, which was no longer clear, it had turned white.   I saw a crocodile, it was made of a fluid white clay like substance and looked like it kept reforming itself.  I screamed for Ellie and Adrian to stay on the walkway.  The crocodile rose out of the water and tried to jump to us, but it fell back in the water.  Adrian jumped into the water and started to wrestle with the crocodile and I was stunned and couldn’t believe he was even attempting such a thing.

This crocodile scene sprinkled away and I was walking somewhere else and I saw a hesian sack on the ground.  I picked it up and inside there was the leg of a white wolf.  The leg was moving.  I saw other sacks so I looked inside them.  They all contained a different body part of the same white wolf.  I held the heavy head of this wolf and it was moving and I felt really sad that it was still alive – because what kind of life could it have like this not attached to all the rest of him?  Then a woman passed me and she told me that the white wolf was being prosecuted for experimental suicide. 

I woke up.

Any analysis welcome!  x