Friday, August 28, 2009

A Dream: Woman With Birds

Art: Woman with Hens by Brenda Rose on Etsy


The haunting sounds of visceral moaning awoke me, and there she sat, this faceless woman, at the far northeast corner of my bedroom, legs splayed. I sat up and nudged the dream man, but nothing. I stared frightened for a few more seconds before I rose and grabbed my robe. Hesitantly, I approached the strange, faceless woman; realizing her girth, knelt before her. She pulled the end of her pale blue gown up above her wobbling knees and exposed the lock-in double handles of an industrial deep-fryer basket. Wide eyed, a bit of nausea sets in along with that painful temple throbbing that preceded my usual histrionics. Gingerly, I untangle my hands from each other and grab hold of the handles. She smiles excitedly, okay madly and nods in a way that indicates I've done something good. Now, I nod too-not really in agreement, more like the insane nervous shaking in the rest of my body has now made it to my head.


As she continues to labor-I guess that's what you'd call it, I can feel the intermittent breaks in the suction-like hold her pelvic floor has on the fryer basket; indicating she is contracting. And, suddenly the hold breaks. I instinctively pull; only, there's no cathartic birthing howl. Wait! There's no woman either! It's just me alone, on the floor of the far northeast corner of my bedroom with the lock-in double handles of an industrial deep fryer basket full of animated dead birds with "X"s for eyes in my grasp. Had any weird dreams lately?


Peace

12 comments:

PussDaddy said...

Whoa. That was pretty freaky.

PussDaddy

nicaeli said...

that is one very strange dream!

my goofy zombie dreams are nothing compared to that one.

mairedodd said...

whoa! your subconscious is screaming! cannot wait to see what art you birth around this frenzy of cerebral activity...

Kathy said...

Now that is one strange dream! Mine pales in comparison, but we were in Russia in this hotel, when they told us all to leave and they would get our belongings to us....we figured out that they were really going to kill us all. So people were hiding in the hotel, and some, like us, were trying to escape. I saw a lady tip toeing down the hallway with a gallon of milk. I guess she had kids or something! HAHA! This other guy was building a raft and we were going to try to sail away. I woke up feeling tired and confused....and wondering what the heck that was all about???

Dina said...

I absolutely love the way you write. Even this odd dream is beautifully and creatively expressed.

PonderandStitch said...
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PonderandStitch said...

The scariest part is the "x"s for eyes...I can just imagine that. Freaky! Oops, now I have a deleted post above- it was just a typo!

Ms. Bar B: said...

Dang. That was very... Coraline =). Maybe there is a deeper meaning, or, maybe its just your creativity manifesting itself.

PussDaddy said...

I guess dreaming that you are smoking isn't so bad after all, lol.

PussDaddy

T.Allen-Mercado said...

Now I need to see Coraline-I've never seen it. I wish I could paint, I envision it as something surrealist, and Kahlo-esque.

fly tie said...

you've got me beat. mine have been strange in the sense of "why the hell are these particular people in my dreams?", but nothing like that.

Chris Stone said...

wow. that is interesting. you must have been exhausted when you woke!

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