the dream.

I can't seem to shake the image of this dream I had on Friday night...even though I can only remember fragments of it.

What I remember most clearly about it was the feeling of wearing a dress very much like one of these:

(it's victorian, not edwardian)

Maybe because I'm a little fascinated with this style of dress and rue our present day lack of corsets and bustles...

But anyway, I was in a black taffeta Victorian dress (I remember the variegated sheen of the fabric) and I was with four or five other women in an unremarkable room. There was an Eastern-European woman with us, of a gypsy sort, and she had a concoction that was yellow and mushy like polenta with red flecks in it. It was proposed to us that if we were to touch, smell or taste this concoction then we would experience visionary episodes in different ways...depending on how we used it.

Somehow, I was the one who was to taste it.

So I scooped some out with two fingers and put it into my mouth and the gypsy woman told me it was too much. I had taken too much.
(Oh, how subtle, now that I think about it.)

I tried to spit it out, but only a little would come out...and I distinctly remember saying, 'well, it sure tastes like shit,' and nervous giggles all around.

I was immediately struck by a sense of approaching intoxication...and then I woke up.

Wish I could remember more of it.

I also remember a dream I had last night in which I lost my daughter on a very wide, very crowded beach...and I remember walking and walking looking for her until I was no longer on a beach, but on the top of a concrete block wall that was leading me into a strange-looking housing project with people standing all around looking at me like, 'what the fuck are you doing here?'

I've been having so many dreams lately. It's been years and years since I can remember having this many dreams that stay with me after waking.

I kind of like it, though.

Bring it on.