I feel vibrations down my back. I jumped on a crocodile and a raging madman bursts into flames and charges my way.
My feet sink in mud and i can't move. "Great fuck", i think.
He's right at me now. I grab him. He's not breathing anymore. The flames blow out.
My hands burn.
The language of the unconscious operates in quite a different way from that of the conscious mind. Thoughts expressed in the conscious mind are more or less logical. They follow a set of linguistic rules and grammatical form. The unconscious mind, especially in dreams, employs visual images that can allude to multiple meanings in fragments and flashes.
What the fuck, is this crocodile about?
pay attention
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