The dream in The City last night, where I’m standing
outside The Royal Exchange and have a hoard of crazed humanity charge at me.
Only this time the dream went much further. I could feel the crowd above me,
their sharp nails slashing into my skin and their fingers gourging into my eye
sockets. My God! I could even feel them start to bite my flesh. I was being
eaten alive by this insane pack of animals in human skin.
This morning I was still shaking when I called
Dexter Phillips to tell him about it. He pointed out a case in Miami this week
where a guy on bad acid ate a passing motorist’s face. There was apparently
also a man in North Jersey who stabbed himself and threw his skin and intestines
at the police. Dexter’s view is very much that there is something happening out
there which our dreams are tapping into.
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