Fragments, Jan.8

Date: 1/8/2021

No full dreams, just remembered images and scenes. Driving through the woods to a cabin. A tall metal tower. At the beach at low tide. The currents bring all lost toys together. I find lots of hot wheels cars. Mapping their location, I find perfect mirror symmetry. Tiny race cars are delivered to the wrong place. I find them, and try to assemble the ball/tower they can race inside. It’s a literal puzzle, and falls apart. Someone else has a larger rc car. I hold a perforated garbage can still with my feet while they drive the car inside. It rides inside due to centripetal forces. Outside, someone is throwing boxes of assembled but unpainted models into the trash. One is a giant dragon with half a body in its mouth. The other is a tree, with two tiny dragons at the top. I hop over a stone wall to return to my stone home (university residence?). Someone tells me they’ve seen a coffin on my roof. Museum curators are trying to restore a salmon made of granulated sugar. The sugar is crystallizing over the years. Do they restore it to the original state. Or preserve the new state? A metal ball for a mouse to run in. I open my box of tiny race cars, but the mouse is not there. I decide I need to get a new mouse. Two batteries in the red USB charger for the tiny cars.