Dreams

A large part of my dream was in comic panels. there was rorschach and the comedian in my room and they were staring at their feet? perhaps we were in an elevator?

Next scene, I was staring into a mirror, and a woman standing behind me asked me for a lipstick and specified if I had the particular shade called 'Goaest Goa' which surprisingly I did. A Deep Crimson colour. 

A man can running towards me cuz I was embroiled in a fight with some people, on the edge of a roof. All I had were kitchen knives which I'd sharpened the previous night before, and I kept flinging them at those men. They'd catch them in the chest vertically, the sharp edge slicing into their flesh and stayed attached there, a man slashed at my wrist, and the skin tore apart to reveal no blood but a black and white design. 

I stretched the opposite ends of the skin till it was a big gash, and there was a drawing of a building inside. I was bewildered just wondering where all the blood went. 

Showed this wound to a man who had a pretentious tattoo on his chest, and he said I'd made it on my own. 

That upset me and I complained to my mom, but she only told me to get along with him, cuz he was my new dad? Wtf? My brother didn't like him much either. 

I went to the balcony that had red roses and the entire floor was strewn with white petals, and I thought it was a mosque. 

Suddenly I was told to stand clear because this huge board that contained dangerous pellets had been fired and that I was in the way. 

I stood to one side on the edge of the terrace and the pellets that it started shooting were actually marbles used in Chinese chequers. 

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Blessed was my morning, many times over. Repeatedly, until each little story, intonation and sentence was a part of me.
How about a poem?