Saturday, March 18, 2006
I am suffering from bouts of insomnia between animal-haunted nightmares. My wakeful pillow gives me no rest. Dreams inhabited by cunning creatures. Some out for blood while others are playfully deceitful. Most are suffering and in need of protection. There always seems to be some lame creature crying for help or about to be swallowed up. Usually set in a house or surreal structure with many rooms, trap doors, stairs that lead nowhere or to an edge that drops indefinitely. Alternately, I am in a boat adrift at sea on dark rolling waves. I fall in to discover a world where I can breathe — encounter strange creatures, some friendly, most not.