Prelin

When I woke up this morning, I almost didn't remember anything more than an odd mix of emotion. Then, within a minute or so as I focused on that feeling, my dreams came flooding back to me.

I was outside on a city street, under a well-constructed awning made of marble. I watched some clouds twist into the most amazing funnel shapes and then descend rapidly into the street. I felt safe behind a large, square stone pillar, so I didn't run. In fact, I pulled out my cell phone to take video as the tornado formed in front of me in the street. Unfortunately, it quickly dissipated as it unwound in ever direction, and I suddenly realized it was actually some sort of inter-dimensional portal. A creature like Godzilla was coming through.

Now suddenly I was in a foolish place to be, and Godzilla was looking right at me. I ran around behind the building, suddenly jealous of everyone who was safely inside off the streets. But then I heard him smashing his way through buildings to get to where he had seen me run, and I knew that being inside wouldn't help me at all anyway.

The monster came around the block where he was able to spot me again, but there were a few other people, also frantically looking for shelter, so I don't think he was immediately focused on eating me. I remember thinking, "What good does it do to hide, the damn thing can smell us!" I managed to get into the back of an ethnic grocery store of some sort, and after I passed through the loading dock area into the actual store, I felt safe enough to shop for exotic produce, and I forgot about the monster. I had one very brief moment of lucidity when I pulled my camera out to see if I good video of the inter-dimensional portal. It was a perfect reproduction taken at a perfect angle and a perfect view, and I remember thinking, "I didn't know you could record dream material at such high quality!" But that was my only lucid thought, and it wasn't completely lucid at that.


I had another, briefer dream in which I was soaking some large dolls in a zipper bag full of breast milk. For some reason, the breast milk had the consistency of sour cream, and I was disgusted by this task. That's all I remember about that dream, aside from the fact that it evoked memories of my grandmother and her home. I think they were her dolls (she had a collection in life), and I think the dream was set in an inaccurate reproduction of a room in her house.