Steve Nicks, Leather and Lace.
And what a hard time this song is having at driving out my dream. I’ve said before that only very violent dreams are ‘nightmares’ to me. Wow, this one was. One minute I’m in a snowy field, admiring the reflection of trees in a lake. The next, a man is pulling his entire digestive system out through his mouth, hand over fist, and the intestines took a really long, messy time to come out. I don’t know if I’ve ever managed to look away until it was over in a dream before. The sounds didn’t stop, though. Ewww.
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I love stevie nicks (and that song)!
My sympathies. The psyche can be a dark place to get out of. You mean you can’t get out of the psyche? Oh. Oh dear. I hadn’t thought of that. [ponders some more. nothing arises. silence.]
Guess we’re stuck with the psyche?
Sounds a like a good name for a rock band. Stevie and the Stuck-With-the-Psyches.
Stuck With the Pysche, ft Micron!
Do you dream in technicolor?
Yep. I’m also sometimes someone else. I only know this because I was a man and looked down at my body, and it sure wasnt this one! I was buff. 😀 I’ve also died in dreams twice, so there’s a myth busted.
Then there’s the flying…. !
I wish I still had flying dreams, I haven’t since I was a single-digit age. I miss them.
Love the flying. I dream science fiction a lot. Dream in color. I used to wish I could hook my head up to a VCR because my dreams were a curious experience and often funny!
My favorite dreams are finding/looting dreams. Buried treasure, a lost horse I jump on and gallop away, or even end-of-the-world dreams where you have to loot to live. I’d be great at that 🙂