China Cat Sunflower
I had one of those moments this afternoon where I tell myself that a nap is waiting if I just let it happen. So I put on a GD show turned down low, leaned back and kicked my feet up on the desk. And dreamed.
I was running through a corn field with stalks well above my head. I can still hear the noise as I was slashing through the corn, not running to anything nor running from anything. Just running.
I soon came into a clearing maybe 20x20 feet that had a trap door in the ground. I opened it and went down a few steps and entered a room full of 20 or 30 women sewing. Some were sitting at machines, some were knitting and others were darning, and there were a half dozen or so children running around the room. As I walked through the room no one took notice of my presence, it was if I was invisible. I headed to a door on the other side of the room (a regular door, not a trap door) and walked out.
I came out into a field of sunflowers, huge sunflowers, at least twice as tall as me. I began running again, going even faster this time. It came to a point where I thought "I can't be running this fast" and I looked down. I wasn't running but hovering as I was going through the field. I again came to a clearing, much the same as the other, with a trap door also. I opened it and went down and entered a bar. It was a typical bar, people shooting pool, throwing darts and sitting at the bar. I looked around for a familiar face but didn't recognize anyone and it was if I wasn't seen by anyone else, just like the sewing room. Again I walked through and exited a door on the other side of the room.
This time I came out into a field of corn and sunflowers but I couldn't run, it was way too dense. As I walked through the field the ground became wet, like it had just rained and the more I walked the muddier the ground got. It finally came to a point that I was sinking up past my ankles and I was needing to pull myself out of the mud using the plant stalks.
Then I woke up, not with a start or anything, my eyes just opened and I was staring at the ceiling. Then I heard the song that was playing, China Cat Sunflower and thought to myself, "that's kind of freaky." Then I looked down and saw Malcolm looking at me with his squinted eyes, sound asleep. (He sleeps with his eyes open quite often).
That was really freaky.
I was running through a corn field with stalks well above my head. I can still hear the noise as I was slashing through the corn, not running to anything nor running from anything. Just running.
I soon came into a clearing maybe 20x20 feet that had a trap door in the ground. I opened it and went down a few steps and entered a room full of 20 or 30 women sewing. Some were sitting at machines, some were knitting and others were darning, and there were a half dozen or so children running around the room. As I walked through the room no one took notice of my presence, it was if I was invisible. I headed to a door on the other side of the room (a regular door, not a trap door) and walked out.
I came out into a field of sunflowers, huge sunflowers, at least twice as tall as me. I began running again, going even faster this time. It came to a point where I thought "I can't be running this fast" and I looked down. I wasn't running but hovering as I was going through the field. I again came to a clearing, much the same as the other, with a trap door also. I opened it and went down and entered a bar. It was a typical bar, people shooting pool, throwing darts and sitting at the bar. I looked around for a familiar face but didn't recognize anyone and it was if I wasn't seen by anyone else, just like the sewing room. Again I walked through and exited a door on the other side of the room.
This time I came out into a field of corn and sunflowers but I couldn't run, it was way too dense. As I walked through the field the ground became wet, like it had just rained and the more I walked the muddier the ground got. It finally came to a point that I was sinking up past my ankles and I was needing to pull myself out of the mud using the plant stalks.
Then I woke up, not with a start or anything, my eyes just opened and I was staring at the ceiling. Then I heard the song that was playing, China Cat Sunflower and thought to myself, "that's kind of freaky." Then I looked down and saw Malcolm looking at me with his squinted eyes, sound asleep. (He sleeps with his eyes open quite often).
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