a dream from a several nights ago. i only remembered the end of the dream when i wrote it down.

my perspective in the dream varied--sometimes i was seeing through my eyes, other times through something else, a rather "creaturely" and occasionally evil-seeming being's eyes. but i was always in my body in the dream. i started finding rather large shards of glass protruding from my body--as if someone had been sloppy and left them there lodged in my flesh. in fact, i remember when i was "creaturely" in the dream, i thought "why's he always leaving this stuff around?!" when i would extract the glass, i'd find there were small pieces still buried in my skin, and then "i" would feel sadded by that pain that i'd have to live with. i know i pulled several pieces from my hands and arms. then in the more vivid part of the dream, i felt one of the shards in my left breast. as i pulled it out, i felt the creaturely other perspective feeling bitter. i watched myself pull this long, curved, white, very sharp shard of glass out of my breast, which, as it was pulled out, left a huge opening. again "i" felt sad because there was still great discomfort from lots of little shards still left inside. the "creaturely" part reached my hand inside my breast, in which it looked like there was a hefty serving of scrambled eggs. my hand pulled at the remaining glass, but when it would try to grab the glass it would not only slice my hand terribly, but also the glass would slip and slice into the eggy stuff. but then i felt the "creaturely" part feel delight when it pulled out a CD. yep, a CD, which i somehow knew was ali g, from my breast. again, "i" felt angry that whoever left it there was a big slob. then i think there was a sudden schizm between the creaturely part, which suddenly flew out of me as this hideous and scary little dragon. my other part felt "this is my chance to kill it!" i ran after it as it flew out a nearby window and hovered outside, sort of taunting me and somehow saying i could never get it. i raised my left hand, knowing it could shoot fire, of course, but realized that for it to shoot fire i'd have to HATE the dragon. so i stared into the creepy little dragon's eyes, which were little red, blistery looking eyes, and i felt this intense, deep hatred towards it. i felt the fire build up in my hand and i aimed it at the dragon, who moved slightly as the fire emerged from my hand, which had been aimed at the dragon's previous position. then as the fire emerged it became an orange ball of what looked like duct tape or rubberbands--light, plasticy and poofy like a fireball from a B-movie set. the dragon thought it was hilarious and i felt really, deeply horrified that i'd failed to kill him, and even more horrified by his eyes. so horrified that i started screaming and woke up with avram telling me it was okay and asking me to hold his hand.

earlier in the dream i was in marfa. the downtown stores were covered up by black spray-painted particle board, and various signs had covered up some of the doorways that were nailed up. i know i was surprised to find a yoga studio closed and i think a bike shop of some kind was open though. it was all very dreamy and the whole marfa scene almost felt like i had stumbled on a high school theater set of marfa.

on a funny note, after i had woken from my dragon-fighting dream, i coughed very quietly and avram said in his sleep, "oh no! megan! you need to calm down! please calm down!"