What this week’s dreams have taught me:
- Life is funny. One minute you’re at Walmart picking out sheets, the next you’re at Ryan Gosling’s annual hedonism fight fest in New Jersey.
- Turtles are the everyday dragon.
- If a large eagle rescues you from a flood, years later you too will be transformed into a heroic bird of prey. There’s nothing you can do about it. Accept your destiny.
- When farm dogs get old, their masters bury them up to their necks in a field and let nature take its course.
- If you move into a house and your bedroom keeps switching rooms, you should probably relocate.
- If you stay, you will eventually run into a blind monster who can only see the stars.
- When you find out your step-dad has been cheating on your mom through a midget clown escort service, the last thing you want from him is a hug.



![mythologyofblue:
“Of all the things I wondered about on this land, I wondered the hardest about the seduction of certain geographies that feel like home—not by story or blood but merely by their forms and colors. How our perceptions are our only internal map of the world, how there are places that claim you and places that warn you away. How you can fall in love with the light.” -Ellen Meloy
[Image: Francesca Woodman, Providence, Rhode Island (Mirrors in Pilgrim Mills Loft), 1976; via foxesinbreeches]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me3towC3SU1qac37io1_500.jpg)
