More pinwheels shooting from my morning mind. This dream I had recently.
It was the kind of [color=orange][b]sunrise [/b][/color]you only see in dreams. I remembered them brightly at my old house, and I'm squinting just thinking about it. I remember, it being an east-west street, how the sun would bend westward all the way down the road, splotching through the trees and making this amazing maze of [color=darkslategray][b]shadows[/b][/color] and light. Springtime, so [b][color=green]green[/color][/b] and [color=yellow][b]yellow[/b][/color]! This memory was summoned for this dream, for my old home.
So I'm driving my hoopdy [color=sienna][b]Buick[/b][/color] (a car I currently own) to my old house, one that I moved from when I was 10 years old. The street was littered with tiny little box turtles, scampering up the street away from the sunrise. I made sure to avoid all turtles with my Buick, carefully parking in front of my house (north side of the street). I turn to my house, and suddenly realize that it feels incomplete. It's the shape of my home, but there was something doused and frozen about it. Before I could explore that further, a great rumbling came from the east. [b][size=3][color=darkgreen]Giant turtles[/color][/size][/b], the size of Godzilla. There were 3 of them, I noticed, walking on their hind legs like big silly men, but bearing the threatening presence of dinosaurs on the loose. Except that you knew they wouldn't eat [color=sandybrown][b]people[/b][/color]. The face of one of the turtles looked familiar, a human face with a [color=green][b]green[/b][/color] freckly complexion, and I never was able to place who it was, only that I knew he was [color=mediumturquoise][b]untrustworthy[/b][/color]. And wore a straw hat, the kind you wave around with a cane in a [color=indigo][b]tap dance[/b][/color] number. They disappeared behind the [color=dimgray][b]greying[/b][/color] perimeters of my dream, down the next street, then behind the yards of a row of houses bordering the east, with tall trees guarding the backyards in a comfortable, unsettling shade. Instinctively I followed the turtles beyond the shade and the trees casting it, floating, or swimming or something. Behind those houses was supposed to be a field. But instead it was [color=blue][b]New York City[/b][/color], skyscrapers hugging the sky, and a [b][color=#ff8040]parade[/color][/b] was taking place. I was dazed, maybe thinking it was a warp I just leapt through, and lost track of [color=silver][b]time[/b][/color] and [color=royalblue][b]space[/b][/color]. I was hovering on auto-pilot, but my eyes were next to my head, like I was a rearview mirror on my head, and could see my eyeless face out the corner of my vision. Buildings curved upward and downward like crescents, exaggerating perspective like a cartoon. There was loud applause somewhere. I leaned my head from halfway up a skyscraper, and saw something shocking on the pavement, next to a manhole so large that it once swallowed the third moon of [color=red][b]Mars[/b][/color]. Next to that manhole were 3 giant [color=green][b]green[/b][/color] puddles with little heads floating within them. They were the turtles, but melted. Their heads were still talking, and the straw hat head seemed annoyed. His brother, who was not innocent, was morose and unspeaking next to him, wearing a beanie. But the turtle I felt sorry for was the straw hat head's son, whose head was swimming merrily with his ears, great big butterfly strokes, in the puddle of his own melted turtle flesh. Immediately I knew how it happened: the [size=3][color=#804000][b]pirates[/b][/color][/size] of New York City and the space [color=deepskyblue][b]rayguns[/b][/color] of the third moon of Mars! Their galleon was gliding by in the parade, ridiculously elaborate sails like great parade balloons, [color=darkorange][b]confetti[/b][/color] everywhere. Or they were multi-colored birds...or some of the confetti changed to birds? I didn't even see the bottom of these NYC canyons, just the 50-story view. I hovered to a nearby corner office window, overlooking the festivities, and there inside was the pirate captain, laying his back on a psychiatrist's chair, dispensing his griefs to a professional-looking woman attentively taking notes. "I didn't actually mean to [color=yellowgreen][b]liquidize[/b][/color] the turtles, it's just in my nature." (He had a [color=green][b]Cajun[/b][/color] hint in his voice, which I think means he wanted turtle [color=#408080][b]gumbo[/b][/color] - I had some while in [color=indigo][b]New Orleans[/b][/color] last year.) Then I was sucked back through the warp to a military facility, looking through a viewhole on a field of dirt clods and craters, the hissing of fireworks or missiles screaming in the night. Out there running was a [color=#804040][b]gingerbread[/b][/color] man, weaving and rolling by each explosion, laughing like a joker. Then it dawned on me: those weren't dirt clods. It was a field entirely made of gingerbread. In fact, the entire earth was gingerbread! The creature was made from [b][color=plum]war[/color][/b], blowing bits of the earth into [color=darkslateblue][b]man-shaped[/b][/color] rubble, and it somehow came alive. I then found myself on the pathway leading to the front door of my old house. The sun was greying, but regaining luster. Again I stared at the house with a mixture of happiness and utter loneliness. "I don't live here." But I did? My [color=#ff80c0][b]brain[/b][/color] didn't quite know what to do with this one. It was home, but no family was inside...they had gone on, moved away, never to return. The world rapidly changed to [color=orange][b]autumn[/b][/color] before my eyes, and a group of [color=darkred][b]brown-coated humans[/b][/color] who gathered behind me meshed together and formed a castle, with one man's hat in the group morphing into a giant tower in the center of my kingdom, and another man's ruffled jacket forming battlements. The woman in the group became the moat, her hair the beast in the moat. One man's eyebrow I think became the [color=#804000][b]bronze[/b][/color] banner, and the drawbridge lowered. With the world decaying around me, I walked in.
Then the next dream happened, or so I think this is a separate dream.
I was inside my parents' home, the most recent one, and just realized my Mom was borne of the [color=red][color=black]most[/color] [b]vile evil ever[/b][/color] to incarnate to a mortal shell. She's the most gentle human in real life, so this rocked my foundations like 1906 [color=teal][b]San Francisco[/b][/color]. One of my older brothers knew the secret too, but foolishly called her out on it. In a display that repulses me beyond words, I proceeded to witness my mother removing the flesh from my brother's face like peeling a carrot, and stitching it back together, building her own mask made from human flesh. She [color=mediumturquoise][b]reassembled[/b][/color] my brother's face, but he could not smile, frown, anything. He was waxen! I stared at him, from within my hiding spot, and saw his big eyes, yelling at me to do something about this. To [b][color=purple]destroy my mother[/color][/b] and keep her from doing to others what she did to him! His eyes just kept getting bigger, like helium, or the 'camera' was drifting closer. Then I fell into his eyes like a pit. THE END