the eggs in your eyes cracked

i had too much to dream last night. my dream was of the linear kind but was very colorful. i dreamed of a place where there were what i like to call sandwich mesas, mesas that have different bands of multicolored rock that form them. i think i was traveling in a large RV with a number of people who remained off my radar. i knew they were there but i never saw them even when i was talking to them.

everything was fine until, while sitting and chatting with an unseen person in the back, i noticed that the RV was tipping over the side of a cliff.

uh-oh.

while the RV was tipping over the side of the cliff, i looked out the window to see a blonde guy be smashed by an unseen force against the glass of the window. his eyes cracked open as if they were shells on an egg and the yolk ran. the girl on his arm was even more doll-like and unimportant.

staring and starting from his head, the eyes looked just like a doll. the guy was no one i completely recognized but seem to be a composite of a few rotters i have met along the way.

then i woke up.