Underwater Wolves

I'm cleaning the streets. The team uses
a truck. I use a stick with a sharp point.
I crawl through a glass-walled corridor, squeezing through the last few feet. I am silent. This place is secret to most people.#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) January 22, 2020

A film producer sails down a dark river and stops outside the giant doors of a movie studio where they film A Game of Thrones. And Ant Man.
Misty.
Silent, except for the lapping water and wind in the leaves.
The doors do not open.#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) January 21, 2020

An ex work colleague and I look after a coach load of kids, navigating country lanes at night.
At one point, alone, we crawl and emerge on a beach. We jump into the warm water and I accidentally save the life of an old friend who fell asleep under the soothing waves.#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) January 17, 2020

Walking on deck, I see that people I met on the boat today have been incorporated into old oil paintings. A woman who was haranguing her captors earlier has been painted reclining with champagne, throwing coins into the air. Like the other additions, she's dead now.
3/3#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) January 15, 2020

Descending into the blackness of cool, oily water. The surface ripples. Gentle waves with silvery threads under the pinpricked night sky.#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) January 15, 2020

Underground trains stir up the dust of dead bodies. Overground trains cut through bridges beneath with cardboard saws. I duck through old London City tunnels; brown brick, cobbles, dirt. I'm about to get lost, but a beautiful girl in a bronze halter top calls me back. 1/2#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) January 9, 2020

A friend arrives in a white van, changes into scuba gear complete with flippers, then climbs on board a ship as the captain. I nod, impressed.
Later, in the canteen, a woman is asking for my card's pin code. It's urgent. Under pressure, I forget the number.#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) January 6, 2020

Ascot is flooded. People walk through brown water up to their ankles, knees, waists, and necks. In places, kids take deep breaths and disappear under the water. Pretty hats glide on the surface. A smart man in a suit carrying a briefcase emerges from a lake-like puddle.#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) December 26, 2019

I escape four men, four bears, and four huge white wolves. The wolves rush my car as I struggle to start it. They snarl at the doors and windscreen.
As I wheelspin away in ice and mud, I am afraid but also angry because I could have killed them one at time.#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) December 24, 2019

Three guys battle it out to see who's the tallest. They lock eyes and determine who is looking slightly up or down. Equality = Respect.
They know it's ridiculous, but it's also true.
I stay out of it.#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) December 23, 2019

T-shirt: 4 wolves playing a keyboard, their backs to us. There is a one-word caption, but I can't quite read it.#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) November 19, 2019

Not only are the veterans injured, but they have the plague too. Though their wounds are horrendous, most show no pain.
One man, a giant, a head taller than the others, booms orders.
"He's magnificent," grins the commentator.
They look haunted. Lost. A cursed platoon.#dream

— Dean Clayton Edwards (@deancedwards) October 29, 2019