What is it with full moons that makes you have all these messed up lucid dreams? I don’t often ‘register’ my dreams, but the days around full moon make me dream like I’m trippin’ on acid. Or whatever. I don’t do drugs, but it always feels pretty darn trippy.
Last night’s dream I spent hanging out with some old friends in the basement of some supermarket. I have no clue what we were doing there. Hanging out like you do in supermarket basements. After we said goodbye, I went ‘up’ to get something from the supermarket. It all went downhill from there. Police showed up in the supermarket, guns drawn and coming for me. I had to escape. Of course not without first getting myself a bowl of granola yoghurt and fresh fruits somewhere*. A bowl of fruit yoghurt in one hand, my groceries in the other, I ran. It took a lot of running to get to the basement garage where I had parked. I spilled all yoghurt on the way. Never got to know what it tasted like. Just before the exit door they got me.
Then I woke up, bathing in sweat… feeling like I didn’t sleep
——————————————————————————————————————*A good bowl of yoghurt before escaping the armed police in some huge supermarket maze, because, why not?