travola ritonda.

i was getting on a plane, but when i went through security, i ended up in the land of the dead. but it was really backed up and i was trapped with people who had died of plague in the middle ages, all rotting and bloated, full of puss and lice and green-skinned with death. but they were pleasant conversation.

there was a mound in the middle, though, that when i walked over it, it was like stepping on a grave. something was under there, but i never figured out what.

i got out of the land of the dead, eventually, and ended up in my house, except it was lance's old house, not actually mine. there were red velvet hearses parked out back (in george and valerie's old garage?), and my mother was a rotting corpse with whom i argued about my father, my life, and jack johnson.

why do i keep getting death motifs in my dreams. more importantly, the death motifs are coming in a way that i specifically structured to work for beler's system of literary symbolism; the idea of being friendly with death, accepting and loving it so that death itself isn't scary. it's weird that this is showing up in my dreams, now. corpses used to terrify me.