The bones that drift endlessly as far as the eye can see

[sovay]

I have been having peculiar nightmares (the one about being in New York with giant ex-zombie animal carcasses rotting on all the buildings was memorably lurid. Because nothing says Waldorf-Astoria like a decapitated snake half the size of a city block draped across the roof) for the last several weeks solid. Last night I dreamed I was cast by a Japanese director in a retelling of a folktale about a drowned girl. I think it was some kind of subconscious-bastardized version of Urashima Taro; in the first scene, the man who was probably the other protagonist was to find me washed up on the beach, rolled over in nets of kelp and Hel-faced with white sand. The makeup was fantastic. Then I drowned for real halfway through the shoot and spent the rest of the dream as a corpse with a sharkskin crust of barnacles growing on my skin. You come through, brain.

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[sovay]

Damn! What have you been feeding it?

Just the usual, I think . . .

Why is that so? I don't know the history or mythology surrounding that place as much as perhaps I should, considering its place in my own life story.

Nah; it was brain static. There was no reason for there to be a giant ex-zombie snake on the roof of the Waldorf-Astoria. There just was.

Did your decapitated snake have hands?

Not that I can recall. It had prominently visible ribs.

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I suddenly realized that the parenthetical in my first reply is ambiguous; her gift to me, I meant to say. Now I just feel embarrassed for sharing the story in the first place.

Just the usual, I think . . .

Your usual makes for a rich mix, for sure.

a giant ex-zombie snake

Which phrase had my late-night riffing brain wondering whether ex-zombie because dead or a priori ex-zombie, as if whoever or whatever dispatched the snake brought it to its senses first. Something pleasantly tzu-jan za-zen about that.

[sovay]

Now I just feel embarrassed for sharing the story in the first place.

I'm just glad you're no longer homeless in Seattle. It would make the logistics of this conversation rather more difficult.

Which phrase had my late-night riffing brain wondering whether ex-zombie because dead or a priori ex-zombie, as if whoever or whatever dispatched the snake brought it to its senses first. Something pleasantly tzu-jan za-zen about that.

I don't know. If it recurs, I'll try to find out.