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Dream data: El Javelina del Amor.

So, yesterday, solipsistnation had made a journal post about El Javelina del Amor, the Peccary of Love, and we joked around as to how it would invade my dreams. Apparently, my subconcious is highly impressionable (not that that comes as any surprise to those who know me), for said piggie did make a series of appearances in last night's nocturnal visions.

Last night, I was on some interminable journey. I had no idea what my destination was, but there was a draining amount of travel involved. Weeks upon weeks, turning into months upon months. And I never arrived anywhere. Indeed, I never got out of conveyances and structures of travel. Buses, airports, airplanes, trains, depots, stations, boats, harbors. And every step along the way, random people from my past would casually, accidentally, almost incidentally apepar. Maybe not random, actually. Mostly people who, given my druthers, I would have preferred not to see again. But, each time I would try to make the best out of a tense, and awkward situation, and each time, just as things were beginning to devolve, and become more obviously stressful and prone to angst-inducing fits of vitriol, regret, recrimination, and anger, El Javelina del Amor would come trundling up out of nowhere. He would snuffle me, and lead me away from the moment. He would spend a few minutes with me, and make sure I was ok, and when he was convinced that all was well with me, he would toddle off, fading away until the next near-climax of tension.

Wow.
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