Sweven

March has been pretty sketchy for dreams. But then i haven't made the proper time or space for them either.
I do need to add my lunar eclipse night dreams.

(pre eclipse)

Lunatics
The world winks black. Souls sense disaster. My lone heart mourns. I will miss this rusty moon. Shade windows. Lock doors. Search shadows on all floors. Calm babies. One sleeps west. One sleeps east. Arm myself with bouquets of blades. They glint out from between fingers. "Look at me. I'm Wolverine," attempt to jest. We are too tense. A movement on the porch. The lunatics are here. "Is someone at the door?" I whisper and slowly slink near.

Sky Strings
A slowly undulating sky is waves of blue and white. I am transfixed and attempt to decipher the shapes made by the shifting strings of shells.


(post eclipse)

Hell Run
Tires slosh and sludge through boggy field. Water stands too thick, too deep. Try to back out but our beast coughs and dies. Others roar and spin. Can not escape the mess and mud. Smoke bellows from rears. Fire flares from fronts. None will help slow with the threatening glow that flickers neath the hood. Snuff out the flame. Abandon the game. There are better hells than these.

Warped Space
We flee into the empty embrace of a new found space. We are frightened. We are free. Rejoice with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a few sock tucked bills. She chooses the largest room as her own. I choose the smallest, heart hoarding hopes of minimalist mornings. Her floor is warped. We measure and make plans for her crooked place. "Look at the windows, we can watch the eclipse from here," I mention then forget what we are fixing. The place becomes a jumble of odd tilts and obtuse angles. Can't even care as I obsess over the coming of the blood moon.