Dream

Posted on February 19, 2004 in Dreams

These doctor-prescribed narcotics subdue the pain and open my mind to strange, interesting dreams. During one of the many naps I took yesterday, I dreamed that I was renting rooms in a house without windows to my friends. My mother was actually kind and cooking for us without complaint. Some of my friends became sick. They lay naked on their stomaches under a sheet or two. I examined their backs and spied large chocolate bruises. I looked in a mirror and saw that my beard had fallen off, my skin withered to a powdery gray, and my eyes retreated into black slits; I looked like a mummy found in a desert. I felt no fear, merely curiosity.