a caricature

It's a funny thing, how dreams work, how your mind works. I was just thinking about this the other day. How much I love to sleep right because I can dream then. And I must admit I love my dreams to bits and pieces. Even if they're nightmares. After all it doesn't mean they become less interesting. Maybe on the contrary.
Dreams are also like a good meal or movie. You need to collect all the necessary ingredients before you get the full taste or picture. Now I'm also reading the Sandman comic books again about the Dreamlord and his adventures. That might help with the mixing of the ingredients. At least I'm sure it does influence me. Especially so, as there was a lot about a nightmare there, the Corinthian.
I visited the Leprosy Museum in Bergen about a month ago. And I was quite certain when I saw those illustrations about the patients that they would cause me nightmares. Seems like it took some time. It was only last night that there was a familiar voice in my dream, that came from a completely distorted face. It was all but a roughly scaled bulb with a hole in the middle of it for a mouth.
The funniest thing of all was that the person this voice belonged to, posted some photos on facebook about an exhibition that opened last night. I knew about the opening, but had no idea at all that this person would be there. I wasn't even thinking about her for a very very long time. So it was just as much a shock to wake from that nightmare and to recall her voice coming from that horrible thing, as to see the photos today...
I mean she was the missing link I didn't even know about. Then suddenly she was there in my dream, and so turned up in reality. I mean she's not even a friend of mine on facebook, but one of the artist's whose exhibition opened yesterday. And there are so many people in that company I know both of them from.
Why exactly her? And how come she turned up in my dream right now before I saw her photos? So peculiar.