Never Trust a Parky

I had the strangest dream. I’m sure it was very symbolic and mysterious and my inner psychic trying to tell me things and if I was the sort to believe that stuff, wow, would I have been impressed! Still, why do I always get the funky dreams?

So anyway, I’m in a strange area, the sky is all muted red and blazing orange and surprisingly pretty. There are all these dark, rocky platforms about, pitch black made of what seems to be solidified lava, each about the size of a house or so all floating about rather serenely. Some float above me, some beneath and really, it’s the sort of thing where you don’t want to look over the side of your own platform cause the urge to jump is just waiting to push you off!

So I’m walking slowly from one side of my platform to the other when I notice I’m bleeding. It appears to be from my chest only there is no wound there. I’m a bit miffed because my shirt is white and I’ll never get the stain out.

I look behind me and see a rather intensive looking blood trail. Far more then a human could lose without keeling over and finding underground daisies to push up, but they do it in movies so why not dreams as well?

Then this little thing that looks like a Red Jiminy Cricket, comes and stands on the rock in front of me and I internally roll my eyes because I just know this is the guy who’s going to give me a lecture on the blood and how it’s a metaphor etc etc etc.

Sure enough he starts asking me those usual cryptic questions like, “Do you realize this is your life’s blood – duh me thinks, and how have you used your life? And why have you not passed the blood on?” And other kind of obvious statements like that. I decide that if he starts on with questions on mathematics I will physically hurt him.

Luckily I’m saved from having to answer by the fact that my body is beginning to cop on that all that blood loss can’t be a good thing. I’m flat on the floor now and thinking that molten black rock is actually pretty comfie. The hyped up Parktown Prawn is saying something or other to me but seriously, if he’d had good advice, 10 minutes earlier would have been better!

I suspect I might be dying and feel that at least I’m going out dramatically which is always a plus. Then I look down and all the blood is gone. (But not from my shirt, oh no, heaven forbid I could save that!)

The Cricket is all, “It was a test to see if you…” something or other, I interrupt and ask him if he knows a way off this platform. He says he doesn’t know and.. I didn’t get the last part as it seems someone kicked him off the side of said floating platform. It’s a lot nicer up here now.