dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of All of Us)
Brains or brawn...brains...brawny...

Which one wins one...and what would one win?

Snatch up all the glory, gobble it up like...like a treacle tart, and slush it in the face...

....So cold. Stold. ....Storm?
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of Sorrow)
The flames are a'flicker...a'quicker, and a'hungrier...gobbling all the things up to the sky. Even the stars'll melt and drip down...drip, drip, drip.

Marching marching two-by-two...hoorah. But the heat'll eat up what you should've, could've, would've watched...so watch a little closer, and clearer, and...better-er.

Would...treacle burn? Perhaps melt into syrup, or poof into gas...mm...
dreamsoftreacle: (Default)
As I was lying in deep slumber...I pondered the pounding of the rain, going thud thud thud on the roof. Thud...thud thud. Tap tap tap like...like treacle candies pounding down. I...had been thinking that maybe....perhaps...possibly it hadn't gone thud thud tap in a long time.

...In fact, there was something...somehow strange

Sleep makes it hazy now...drifty, like a lazy treacle river...but who did it? ...Who made the rain treacle-tap? ...Made the treacle tap-rain? ...I'd much rather the tap rain treacle...
dreamsoftreacle: (Default)
Marching miles and miles and meters...and millimeters for delicious treacle.

...Why so far? And so many trials...tribulations...anti-salutations...miscalculations...salivations, just to calm my starvation.

Treacle by delivery is much more....more convenient. And less sticky with red...stick.
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of All of Us)
What an uncomfortable bed...so jabby and pointed...

But it's all quite quiet...shhhhhhhhh.

Except...when they shatter-clatter-scatter...an' look at you with beady eyes.

But...it's just as good...right?

An r...e...plica of a treacle boy...a treacle girl...a treacle jay...today.
dreamsoftreacle: (Dozing on flowers)
You don't need to be so loud...it's only a dream...of cream and screams and things that gleam...

...or nothing. Or everything...someone'll know, y'know...

They're only here t'help...but my dreams're real.
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of All of Us)
Lions...tigers, bears...oh my

clowns, spiders...apple pie...

sour treacle...spoiled treacle...why?

...falling and drowning...and dreams where you die.
dreamsoftreacle: (Rude awakening)
…It’s not right. No.

This dream isn’t mine. ɯɐǝɹp ʎɯ ʇou sı sıɥʇ

The dreams of another...the winding, whistling, weary whispers in the wabe...from the mimsy borogrove, a stranger...

...sni░▓cker-sn░░▒▒ack-snick░▒░░er-sna▓░ck

Thi░s is…it’s░░▒░░▒not░▒my░▓▓░▓▓no░▒░▒get▒▓leave▓▒▓▓

▒░▓Get out▓▓░get o░▒ut▒░▒▒░░get-▓░▒░▓▒▓▓▓

[OOC post is here. ♥]
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of All of Us)
Dreaming of things...

...Adolescents. Immoral, Decadent, Abstract. ...Abaresque...Icehouses, Douses...Alligators. Apparently Imagined Daggers and Alamanders. Abrasive, Invasive, Derivative...Albedo

Four times over...four times quicker...four times deeper in your heart, but then...there's no where left to part.
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of All of Us)
...

...I don't see how it makes a differce...difference. Dreams don't lie...just tell the truth ano'er way.

It's all in the presentation...the mesmerization...communication...pollution...
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of Sorrow)
It's always dark when our eyes're closed...night is just the sun closing its eyes, sleeping...dreaming.

...Such a dark dream though, even with shut eyes...

The sun's scared. Terri...fy...my...oh my...
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of All of Us)
This dream has a little more spice...not so much sugar or everything nice. Too much though, too much'll make me sneeze, please...

Is it a good dream...or a bad dream...a terrible dream or something sickeningly...sweet?

I don't know. It's not my kind of show...
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of All of Us)
Up above...the world, you fly
Like a tea-tray...in the sky...


A few more places at the table...shouldn't be any trouble. S'long as they only take their share o' treacle...

Such an undelectable spectacle of spectacles. Doubles, triples, quadruples, quintuples, sixtuples...so irresponsible...unresponsible, constable.

We'll run out o' tea...
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of Sorrow)
Ngh...What a sandy, dirty, dusty, musty, crusty dream this is...my eyes

March, march, March's march's coming...marching one by one...or two. Two for tea's better...

It'll never come out, n'matter how you try...a rhythm of bang bang...step...march's almost here, y'know.
dreamsoftreacle: (Dozing on flowers)
Ah...they're finally gonna grow...

They're not very big...

I wonder...what'll happen...where'll it go? And who will we be when it's....when it's done...
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of Sorrow)
Twinkle, twinkle, little...twinkle twinkle...

I don't really want to go there...do we have to stop here? Can't we all just go on dreaming...? ...Now? Now...just another nibble first.

Beep...beep...beep...

beep...beep...beep...

beep...
dreamsoftreacle: (Dozing on flowers)
Crunch...crunch....crunch.

...friends are coming, and screaming, and running. Can you? ...Issat so?

No treat in sight...Hop o'er a candle stick...and tricks. Tricks and tricks of trickery trickers...tricking, trickety.

Mold-treacle's the worst...crunch crunch.
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of All of Us)
Through the little door'sall the treacle tea an'...treacle treat...s, an' familiar unfamiliar faces.

A dream that lasts forever...a dream that's not a dreaming perchance to...sleep? Wanting and getting are different things...with different feelings...different for you, and me...an all of us.

I...don't think you've got those in my size though.

[ooc: Event post coming very shortly, and will be linked her in just a moment!
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of All of Us)
Dreams that change and waver...they flicker. Twinkle, twinkle, little bat...how I wonder where you're at?

Such a sleepy little dreamy place...someday you will wake, but dream just for now. Of twirling and whirling and painting and sculpting....teaching and learning and never-leaving.

It sounds like such a nice dream...doesn't it?
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of All of Us)
Silly tongues tied in knots...is this who you've become?

Who are you again...? Who is it that people see? Is it me? ...Is it something else entirely? Not at all me, not...what I see, but something else...something...

A dormouse is certainly...not a rat. Just as treacle is not molasses, and Treacle is...not Tuesday...
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