I dreamt that I was walking along a narrow path beside a stagnant body of water. It was long, like a stream, but the water didn't flow at all. Old dead trees broke the surface of the water periodically and there was an orange scum at the edges of the water. I walked along and I was looking for something but I wasn't sure what, but it was important that I find it and quickly. I slipped on the muddy bank and fell into the water. It was immediately very deep but I was able to tread water. Then an intense fear struck me that there were enormous fish circling me in the water. At that exact moment a fish that looked prehistoric swam past my legs. I could see it's jagged dorsal fin just below the surface of the water. I could see others now, some resembling coy only mutated to somehow be bigger than I was. I swam as hard as I could, and as with all dreams like this I could barely move despite all of my struggling. I finally managed to reach a big dead tree that was standing in the water and I climbed up it's branches. Without warning all of the fish went belly up and I didn't know what had happened but I felt bad that they were all dying and I wanted to do something to help them. I held onto the branches, mourning the fish and debating getting back into the water to try to help them.
Next I was treated to a slide show. The first showed me my old Manager, holding out a beer for me with a half smile and a sparkle in his eyes. Next I saw an old television with static on the screen. That gave way to a house that was engulfed in flames against a night sky. A masquerade ball with elaborate costumes came next, followed by a car crash. A woman struggling to swim against a strong current came next, and finally a man lying in a hole in the ground with coins over his eyes and soil on his chest.
The last dream I had involved me laying in a bed in a dark room. I opened my eyes and saw a man standing at the foot of my bed. He had white makeup on his face and around his eyes and lips were painted black. He appeared to be wearing a court jester's outfit, and though the dream was black and white I was sure that his outfit would have been green and yellow. He stood at the foot of the bed with a big toothy smile. The black lipstick was smeared across his teeth, and he was looking at me. Then he was suddenly a hair closer and his expression had changed to one of extreme anger. A moment later he was closer still, smiling again but his eyes were too big for his face and distorted it. He continued to progress slowly toward me, his face changing each time and becoming more far fetched. One moment his mouth taking up his entire face, the next his head tilted at an impossible angle, then he had one eye so large that it took up half of the circumference of his head. Each change of his face brought another extreme expression; fury, euphoria, despair, malice. This went on forever but he was getting closer to me. Finally when his face was nearly touching mine because he had come so close, I screamed a blood curdling shriek, squeezing my eyes shut and pulling myself away from him as much as I could.
I woke up to the sound of my own pathetic tiny moaning noises that had been blood curdling screams only a seconds before in my nightmare. I was breathing heavily but relieved to have escaped intact. Nightmares were a common occurrence for me but like this assortment, they never went together or seemed to say anything. Since I had no knowledge of my past I had of course consulted dream dictionaries on my never ending quest for any clue as to what had happened to me, however I hadn't been able to get anything useful out of them. Dream dictionaries always seemed to tell people the obvious connotations of possible meanings combined with the probability that you were pregnant.
The urge to sleep was long gone now.
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