Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 8/8/2018
By reyap
I'm in a basement. There's really poor lighting and a smell of dust in the air. There is a small pit in a corner and three metallic things behind bars. I put on a pair of gloves and throw a kind of wall-e block down a ramp, putting my hand away immediately. The things start fighting for the block (their food??) and making clacking noises with the huge scissors that come out of their abdomen. Of course, they scare me a little, but I'm mostly disgusted. Later, I'm on the passenger side of a car. There's a redhead woman who's smoking while driving. I think she's my friend. Suddenly, a big car with bars on its back tries to get ahead of us. The woman says "what bad luck -and addressing myself- get down". The car passes by our side brushing the mirror, and behind the bars I see many things like the ones I was feeding, all piled up. I don't have time to react. Some scissors get stuck in the glass of my window, a few inches away from me, cutting the glass as if it were butter. I get really scared for a second, but it seems I'm used to that. Afterwards, the woman speaks of this with indignation. She says all the things do is eat. And I tell her that they also kill. She agrees, and we're talking about this as if it were a recurring topic of conversation.