Mizblog

I had a very strange and disturbing dream last night.

It started documentary style. I was on a team expedition, wading through a tidal swamp with a lot of wrecked wooden ships protruding from the water. Suddenly the tide started coming in and the water was rushing by so fast it made the ships look like they were under full propulsion. We were nearly swept away!

Anyway, back at camp we were getting ready to brace for a huge thunderstorm when they discovered the body of their project supervisor, dessicated and charred, with an old fashioned hockey mask over his face. He was also wearing a white jumpsuit, but it looked like his body had dried up inside it and left it mostly empty. I could smell the disgusting odour of charred flesh, and I wondered how long the body had been in the tanning bed. When they went to get a closer look, he woke up and started to move groggily. They removed the mask to reveal that his face was blackened horribly. It was ghastly. He was obviously dazed and didn’t know what had happened to him, asking “what’s the matter?” When his crew held up a mirror so he could see his face, he stared uncomprehendingly for a minute before reaching up to feel the damage with his own hands.

Some of the charcoal rubbed off on his fingers.