My dreams, lately, of a tone. Largely forgettable, one a few days ago:
That I was escaping a prison - with a group of other people, friends, I don't know. They looked the same as me, ordinary, nobody that I knew. And that we had escaped from this prison - that was pretty much just a city and life in general, and we were running up some fenced in stairway on the outskirts and I spotted other people - just watching us - more grey, ordinary people, only they might be guards, the way they were watching us, and they were only giving us so far to run and so I pulled myself up on a bar at the top of a flight of stairs, turned around, began kicking them down the stairwell, we were so close to escaping and these guards weren't going to stop us now, still I'm kicking them down the stairs and they're watching and if only I can get to the top we'll be free...
**Which was a strange dream, as the "Prison" in the dream, it was the idea it was a prison, there was no prison, the closest to prison I could see was the fenced-in stairway. But probably an apt dream to follow my change in employ...***
And today, that I was in the forest and giant baseballs kept landing around me, clumping through the trees. I looked around and couldn't see where they were coming from - full sized baseballs, softballs, big, and heavy. More come crashing through and finally I come to the edge of the forest and see a road in a ravine below, a fence across the road, and a lady in a baseball uniform comes over the hill looking for her balls. I try to throw them back to her, but they're too heavy, they fall to the ravine, don't make it across, and I'm embarrassed at how badly I throw...
...and more like that, forgettable, even when I prompt myself to remember. The same light, lack of imagination, in each one, an unhealthy tone that suggests I need some change.