Dreams

Last night I had some dreams. They were a terrifying mix of beauty and fear, like most dreams. I took a few notes before I set out of the house so that I'd remember them. They were:

Whales having sex on clifftop. Infra-red feeding butterflies --> "chopping + dropping" on the wind.
All on an island.

These dreams were a result of a virus pouring through my body that Jimmy kindly brought back for me from Barcelona, as well as extreme lack of sleep and nourishment, as well as light social drug use.