I dream that I’m on a cruise ship with my parents and sister, my first order of business: to locate a stationary store. We disembark for a little tour, I’m running late because I still have to tie up my shoelaces. I take a picture of a little frog, then of a rock with a hole on top, the sun shining through, then of my dad posing in front of some pretty doors. They are all too dark.
Tag: frogs
There Was Much More Stuff And Yet I Only Remember What I Saw Just Before Waking Up
I dream that I’m called to a window to see a zeppelin fly by. The sky is gray and thundering, from the smokey clouds emerges… a massive red frog, with big black eyes, swimming lazily through the air. I watch as its giant belly flies above my head.
Poor Little Thing
I dream that I’m trying to save a tiny frog during a rainstorm. My brother accidentally steps on and kills it.
Half-drowned
I look down from the living room window, the tarmac outside is wet and muddy, looks like a scene after a big flood. There are dozens of little creatures on the ground; some look dead, some fish are floundering wildly, out of oxygen. As I watch it starts raining, and one by one the little animals wake up and scutter away, including the ones I thought were dead, alongside the fish I see turtles, frogs, even an axolotl with its big smile. The last thing I see is a cat running away with a little mouse on its back.
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