Nonetheless (a #dream)

As common in my dreams, also in this dream, I was on the run from the end of the world. Sometimes right after an apocalyps, sometimes witnessing it together with the Woman in my Dreams and sometimes decades after society as we know it had collapsed.

Just trying to survive with a small band of different people: friends, relatives, neighbours, people we picked up along the way. This time our small tribe encountered another group of survivors. Apparently they had decided a woman in their group was responsible for some of their bad luck, called her a witch and decided not to kill her 'because we're not barbarians!'. Instead they condemded her to pulling their old fashioned camper together with their mule. 

Last time we saw them, the mule and the woman - wearing a read, flowery headscarf to keep her long, black hair in place - were pushing the house on wheels through neck deep, murky water and sobbing she almost drowned a couple of times but pushed forward nonetheless. 

Alien language (a #dream)

My old boss asked me to come back to work for him so we sat down for a talk at my old office. To my surprise he didn't ask me to get back to my old job but to become the new CEO as he stepped down. Next I was being set down at a sunny terrace in a foreign country and talked to a friend. Next I was given a tour of the new office building. Like in many previous dreams I got lost in a maze of hallways, lots of corridors with shiny white floors, doors leading to nowwhere and elevators. 

Someone asked me to join them for lunch at the cafeteria where coffee would unlimited and eggs were on special offer and I could only pretend to know where that was. Tried following signs but non made sense to me. As if they were written in an alien language. 

My hair (a #dream)

My son and my mother were sitting next to eachother on my couch. In the course of the dream my son slowly grew older: from 7 until his current age of 29. His grandmother mostly smiled while I did most of the talking.

All this time crows were circling their heads. Until one of them landed on my head and I woke up, still feeling its nails in my scalp, holding on, trying not to slide of my hair.