thecarrot

(This is transcribed from my journal and I scribble whatever I remember down rather quickly so...stick with me here.)

Two boys run over and we're behind the scenes of an unnamed Jack-The-Ripper docudrama skipping through rooms and we go upstairs, to a boardroom (?) and I close the curtains because handymen were taking off their clothes and I thought the boys shouldn’t see that. I leave. Limo and grandma is driving it, saying "You're innocent as milk, milk" and we're in New York and then lucidity hits. "Grandma, what am I innocent of?" The sky fills with clouds and a few building start falling, exploding. "Milk, Milk, I promise." Somehow we're on top of a skyscraper [lucidity lost] and then a helicopter and a SWAT team riding dragons appear behind us and she says something about stars. The SWAT guys have targets on them like Fallout 3 people. Random segments: A LOT of blue, everywhere. Pictures of the ocean. Jack the Ripper (or someone who felt like him) talking about pencils.

So yeah, first dream journal that I think is shareable.