Proustian Slumber Part II

The smells and sights of my dreams

Sage brush and the rotting carcass--in the desert behind the juniper bush after a light rain.

Skateboarding with great ease.

Lost in a landscape, dark, no exit, wake up fast, heart beating...

The old backyard and mysteries hiding behind the fence.

Fragments of people I once knew, they come in and out of frame, some blurred together to create people slightly recognizable.

Talking too fast and not conveying what I want to, information lost in speech, inability to speak, nervous.

Catalina Island--summers spent there, fragments thereof, smells of greasy food, fishy pier, suntan lotion...

Sequential, short, "speed dreams". As if I'm fast forwarding through mindscapes in order to find the correct dream to dwell on for a while. Weird.