The other Sunday I slowly woke up from an allergic "fever" dream. I remember some moments vividly, but they were so insanely abstract that I can barely find words to describe them. I was itchy around the mouth, which provided a topic for making part two even more bonkers when I slept again.
The first part of the dream was like a chase out of a thriller movie, yet completely unbound by the limitations of reality. It started as one or two people chasing another on foot through city streets. Each time they almost caught their target, it was as if the target invoked some sci-fi craziness to reconstruct existence in an entirely new form. Suddenly it looked like blood cells chasing each other through arteries, or arranging data in a diagram, or cars on dimly lit streets, or metal bars that could be moved around in a mathematical puzzle, or bright cylindrical rods of energy that could hide underground. At one point everything I was looking at was revealed to be a mere projection displayed on a robot's torso. The robot folded itself away as I realised the target had escaped again.
My allergies were a bit heightened for various reasons. I associated the itchy face with a rice flour + olive oil recipe I'd used days earlier (may be affected by one or the other). So in part two I dreamt I was transforming into clods of baking mixture, starting with the skin around my mouth. I was a few floors up on the outside of a building, either on scaffolding or a balcony. I genuinely thought I was dying as I turned into baking mixture lumps evaporating into the ether. Yet I also believed I'd be resurrected once the lumps saw fit to reconvene and become one whole again. My subconscious thought this was all a bit serious, but still a normal occurrence. I woke up fully expecting 24 hours or more to have passed. I mean, a resurrection takes some time doesn't it?
