An LJ dream post?

That's one of Dempow Torishima's illustrations from his novella in Phantasm Japan, about which I had a dream last night. Or, should I say, in which I had a dream last night, in that I was floating upside down in the head of what Torishima's story "Sisyphean" calls "the president." I have a number of recurring dreams, and I suspect this will be one of them. All my recurring dreams involve the vertiginous. Having to climb slowly disintegrating suspension bridges, often with elderly relatives somehow in tow (ice floes, giant baskets) is a common one. Recently, I realized that it comes from this, which I saw too young:



Others involve enormous numbers of steps, often involving either my childhood apartment in Brooklyn or the five (make that five hundred) story walk-up I used to live in in Manhattan; dreaming waking up with everything backwards—that is, the entire room is reversed, just for starters; and the bed I am in turning on its side and sending me hurtling into infinite blackness. The only non-vertiginous recurring dream I have involves dust and spiders made of dust in an old apartment. Sometimes the spiders combine to form giant centipedes.

And sometimes, the dream features YOU.