Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

I’m in a large mansion-like house with several people I know. It’s like a class field trip or maybe it’s a group home. I’m an outsider somehow. There’s talk of a meteor shower and I go outside alone. It’s pouring stardust, like powdery gold. I leap and dance in it. I let it hit my chest, my face, everywhere.Everything is glowing Golden. I climb a pine tree that covered in magical glowing gold like cave crystals, to rap on a 2nd story window of a friend (a gal I know from RM who just announced she’s starting a masters program in psych on Facebook),

The viewpoint changes to hers. She sees me in the snow - no meteor shower - acting like I’m tripping. I’ve had a break with reality and I’ll likely freeze to death. She goes back to sleep.

I wake up troubled.

Not going to psychoanalize this one. Too disturbing.

I will say I think I read that there were meteor showers last night. And that the vision and sensation of Golden stardust was beautiful.