In latest dream news, genitals crumble. Upstairs is populated by invalids and nuns. Work is bizarre. I have forgotten who my friends are, but I know they hang around these places in my mind, vaguely. Remembering does not feel important.
I had a dream the other night that I let a girl at a party borrow my new favorite earrings. I bought them on ebay when I was drunk. She disappeared and then the party ended.
Last night, I dreamed I had a tongue piercing, and I kept taking it out and putting it back in. I couldn’t believe that I couldn’t feel anything. I kept putting it through my tongue and taking it out, and each time the bar grew longer and it became more and more awkward to put the ring through, but I kept running it through the hole until I tore my tongue partially apart.
Perhaps all of the holes in me were elective at one point. Maybe I do not wish to heal.