Dream Journal 11-1-2016
This is an ongoing dream journal tracking dreams over a 20 year period. Disclaimer: Any reference made to a person living or dead is purely the work of my subconscious and should be taken lightly. I have omitted last names to protect the innocent.
I am all alone in a desolate landscape. It is dark and bare. There is a sense that civilization has been cleared out and the air is full of dread.
I see a dead tree on a hill. As I approach I see an orange blob at the foot of the tree. This is the only colorful element in an otherwise monotone dream. I say “I’m glad that’s over.”
Then I see a snake spiral up the tree and I am filled with an even stronger sense of dread. I then hear a loud disembodied voice say “It’s too late his ideas are already out there.”
I sketched the tree later for some album art as seen below.
