Misery; Water the Plant

2/11/10

I was reading Misery and then saw it happening. It was a variation, different people, the outcome was still uncertain, but there was torture.

I see my plant dying in its saucer and I water it. When I look back a moment later, it's much plumper and it's sort of holding another, smaller potted plant in its tendrils.

This was a weird dream. Writing it down it seems skimpy, but it felt like it went on forever. Some anxiety but also a feeling of satisfaction that you get from reading or seeing something trashy.