So I had a couple of tornado dreams that were super realistic. There was one where a young woman committed suicide by walking out into the desert and getting sucked up into the so called tornadic funnel. It got me to thinking.... What if these dreams of tornados is just my brains way of logically making sense of aliens? People don't just float into the air, so there must be a scientific, logical explanation that my brain or mind needs to grab onto, to make sense of things. But what if it's not real? What if I'm not afraid of storms? What if that's my own projection? It just got me to thinking. Lately.... The tornados have been forming in cloudless skies.. In my dreams of course.
The Unexpected
I wish I could turn around without feeling like I've done something wrong. Can you even see yourself? I keep looking at the moon and thinking of the mice. Every night. I look for refuge in all of the wrong places. Even music gets lonely. I wish it wasn't so easy for people to hurt. I wish it wasn't so easy for people to hurt me because they are hurt by something else. I wish that I knew how to change that. Desert of Sadness by DJ Dado