I slept about ten hours last night and visions of sugarplums danced in my head.
I dreamt that I was having a family party up in tall snowy hills and some imaginary cousins were left with me. One was too young to play the games with everyone else so we walked out on a long path which we discovered led into a cemetery. There were many tall mythological statues, and I picked her up and carried her to each and told her the myth of each statue. Then as we began to walk out there were overly enormous mausoleums that just looked like plain houses with no doors. I thought they were excessive and stared up into their empty windows and suddenly caught a vision of a person moving rhythmically and frantically back and forth through each floor in hummingbird speed, over and over again trying to find a way out and keeping itself existing on its own sickening pace.
This came after learning some interesting news about old friends.
This then faded into a dark, looming cavernous house that was heavily decorated in an old european style. I was a child then and a little boy was with me. There was an uncle who was frighteningly tall and broad and always wore dark suits. He seemed to have a lot of money and a terrible amount of control over the environment. He sent caretakers for us, a young woman in a white dress and a young man, who we could not tell if they were torturing us or trying to be too much of intimate friends. Then a large middle aged woman was sent out to sing us a story. She sat on a colt that did not move for a long time. In the middle of her song the colt began to gag and stagger. It fell to the ground and the woman laughed and began to drag the colt through a corridor and into a huge 'game room'. There were work tables where unfinished sculptures of heads were all looking up and on the same tables were piles and piles of skinned dead animals, mostly cats and young horses. We watched the woman pull the skin off of the horse and saw in its gaping mouth that its tongue was still slowly moving back and forth.
