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Yesterday’s dreams were exceptionally vivid. They took place in two separate sleeps (and yes I’ve been polyphasic of late for some reason).

Dream #1:

An acquaintance doused a wall with gasoline and set it on fire. It was for necessary self-preservation purposes and we all agreed on it. When he started it, I knew clearly that it’s fatal for the residents. They’d be trapped and perish unless I warned them about it right then. And I had lots of time because it was a curiously slow fire. But I didn’t.

I knew they would die. But I just left it as that, kept it to myself. The only reason I remember having was sloth. Pure laziness. It was too much of a hassle to even mention the danger or do anything about it, so I let it be. Went ahead with other things to be done (I can’t recall what they were) and at the end of the dream, I turned back and there was the most intense fire I’ve seen. It was literally white-hot, almost like it was a piece of the sun right on that damned wall. And everyone living there died.

Right there and then this colossal surge of guilt just ate me up. There wasn’t even much rationalization – just pure guilt for way too long. With that sick feeling that I’ll never be able to forgive myself, and probably no one else can or will.

Dream #2:

I was having one of those discussions with Celine about potential. How little of our actual physical and intellectual capabilities we’re employing. We gave a few smart examples, and Celine started narrating this one. This entire sequence was played out in my dreams as she did.

A cat was abused by a bunch of people. They buried it alive, in a coffin. And relentlessly electrocuted, whipped, drowned, and basically tortured it. I’m not sure how it worked because it was in a coffin – but a dream la. It was pretty scary and Wiccan, had a very gothic Poe feeling to it. And they taunted the cat in their drunken stupor, asking it to spell ‘cheese’ and recite the two times table, whereupon they might stop their abuse. Anyway, the cat eventually died. They dug up the coffin and opened it.

At the back of the lid (facing the cat) were markings; the word cheese and the entire two times table scratched out. By the cat. The cat, when faced by extremities and possible death, did what was felinely impossible.

It was freaky.