Dream Journal: Balancing Honey and Puzzles

Last night I dreamt that I was put into an asymmetric, geometric like place that was filled with puzzle pieces that glowed in the dark with neon colors. I was very confused to where I was or why I was here in this odd looking room. There were other people in the room with me. They looked familiar, but I could not remember the names and faces because the colorful neon colors and shapes was too distracting for me. 

       Suddenly, I was teleported into a laboratory that had an hourglass that I had to fill and balance with honey. There was a hole-like indentation in the middle of the hourglass that I had to watch out for. The honey acted like neon-color changing lava that felt so scalding hot to the touch. I stood over a table full of beakers, test tubes, crystals, and all kinds of fascinating gadgets. I could swear I could see a night sky in the background.

            Someone was trying to grab my attention while I was finishing up with the honey. They seemed strange yet familiar to me. They came to get me from the lab and I was walked back into the room that I thought I was in before, but it was a different kind of room which turned out to be a rotating box. The outside of the box was broken yet attached and had to be rotated around to be fit back into place. As the pieces rotated, grains of sugar softly crumbled from the edges of the pieces of the puzzle like box contraption.

             As soon as I was able to fix the box contraption (barely), I was teleported back into the original room that I found myself in. Everyone in that room seemed hysterical that I disappeared. I turned to my left and saw a circular, geometric piece with a image of a feminine monk figure sitting in the middle of it. The monk turned into a seed-tree of life shape. The people in the room with me kept trying to get my attention, but I could not help but feel pulled towards the piece I was looking at. I felt as though I couldn’t let anyone grab my attention away from whatever was going on at this moment in time. After this, I woke up. 

I have had dreams similar to this before, but not this detailed. 

 

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Counting Skulls

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I count human skulls for sheer good luck.

I count human skulls to help me sleep at night.

I count human skulls to help relieve my agonizing stress.

I count human skulls to help pass the time.

I count human skulls simply because I can.

I count human skulls because I want to.

I count human skulls because it’s fun.

I count human skulls and collect human bones.

I count human skulls by watching them crumble through my hourglass.

I count on the angel of death to bring me my beloved skulls.

I am the assistant of the angel of death.

I count human skulls because I am the skull counter.

I count human skulls for my dearest master.

I count human skulls, I count, and I count, and I count, and I count.


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