I’ve been out of touch with
my dreams lately due to the pressures of waking life. However, this one
is enigmatic enough that I simply have to record it.
In the dream, I enter a library (loosely modeled after Fondren)
but the foyer is just a small enclosed space. Something or someone
tells me I can take the stairs up or down. Although this is what I
always do in waking life, in the dream I’m surprised there isn’t a
lift. I choose to walk up and soon arrive at an ample sitting/reading
room. The lighting is extremely dim, so I move toward a spot with
somewhat brighter illumination. There I find five people who are all
me. Sadly, I only remember two of them: a man and woman who look much
alike. Both are young, blonde, bare and thin. They are huddled together
and wear expressions of woe. I ask, I know not of whom, the cause of
their distress. It turns out that as a consequence of their use of
steroids, their brain stems hypetrophied and now reach all the way down
to their feet.