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Three Line Lunch: Dream Catalog #2
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 49
Dream Catalog #2
“Come quick!” Elise yells from bed, “The virus is moving!” Virus? I run in,
See something small round and brown hop over a bedspread wrinkle.
I lean in, it jumps — soft and flat hits the base of my throat, slips down inside my shirt.
creepy!
creepy!
I'm just now realizing how much this virus creature in this dream was like those creatures in an early Star Trek episode that were like little pancakes that dropped on you and attached to you. I don't remember what happened–seems like they attached to Spock, but I don't remember the consequences or solution. Just that they were scary things–might have implanted deeply in my subconscious and come out now in this form.
I'm just now realizing how much this virus creature in this dream was like those creatures in an early Star Trek episode that were like little pancakes that dropped on you and attached to you. I don't remember what happened–seems like they attached to Spock, but I don't remember the consequences or solution. Just that they were scary things–might have implanted deeply in my subconscious and come out now in this form.