Dream Log #1

1. Half of the face, sloughed off like a mask, left hanging by struggling threads of skin.

2. In a cafe: food is manufactured, and preserved in a plastic wrap. Aboslutely delicious, fresh, germane; but its constitution is altered when it comes in contact with an external object. It is only unaffected when cafe-provided utensils are used for the meal. A hair brushes, by accident, a slab of ham. The ham transposes into a swirling mass of hair, gelled together by a viscious, unidentified liquid. We walked out, encountered a man who is obviously horrified by his takeout. His sandwich had turned into a teeming swath of human skin, broken and torn, the veins hanging out. Soon, a mass hysteria began to break out. People started throwing their food in panic -- only to have them transformed into the likeness of the objects that came into contact. Trees, steel monoliths, slabs of pavement. These creatures came alive, and started attacking everyone, subsuming their essence. The cafe grew in size, swallowing the city whole.