I had a dream back in mid-February, while I was in the early stages of reading Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead, and it was odd, but not really odd until about ten days later, when I reached a point in the book in which something so similar to a room from that dream was described in… Continue reading the glass cage
Here is a drawing I did of a memory of a long-ago dream; one in which we visited a place where the people lived in huts on floating sod islands in a large river. It was a seasonal place– when the river rose during the flood season, they sailed elsewhere by pushing the islands with… Continue reading floating island of sod
The first part I recall was a moment of trying to sort out how to get from one part of the city to another on a grey day (and cold). I was with someone else, or several people; I had a rough idea where I was leading us, but no map and my knowledge of… Continue reading Dreams of a city full of movement, weather and uncertain trajectories
According to Ben, a few days ago I was saying very strange things in my sleep. Much of it was gibberish, of course, but he managed to hear (and write down) a few lines in the midst. To wit: Nothing on this billboard, bitch. Don't go. I'll do it myself. Hahahaha!!!
There were four of us in a pickup truck; two were visitors. We were across a gulf of water from where we needed to be, but were heading back to the other side soon. We decided to stop along the water’s edge to see the view before crossing– the sun was hitting the mountains and… Continue reading dream of the boat-dwellers
Just a quick thing. I know I mentioned last month that I was at around 50% recall rate in terms of how many days I woke with memories intact enough to write them down. Well, it's gone even more mental this month. Every day of November I've written down at least one dream upon waking… Continue reading Studies show dream recall at all-time high
Lately the dreams have been mental– this whole month, just mad. I think of the twenty twenty-one days passed thus far, I have recorded at least twelve dreams. Unheard of, but I did realize last February or March (whenever it was I decided to begin writing them down again) that the more regularly one keeps… Continue reading dreams and the waning of october
Maps arrived yesterday. (!) Hafto go pick up the other two boxes today. They're kinda heavy. I'll go later. Had dreams this morning involving a very small orange-red hummingbird, a flock of enormous butterflies (much bigger than the largest of birds, their massive wings beating above a vast window-ceilinged room), and a dark, blue-black storm… Continue reading lazy day.
I remember a recurring drive: we were looking for a place to spend some summer (swimming) time– weekends, maybe. There was an area, a small town or somewhere near water. I think it was Kelley and I– second party vague (in frame but not in focus–). There were a number of places. It felt like a… Continue reading another dream of houses and pools
(A woman in my dreams, that is. It probably has to do with the death of Teddy.) There was this most eccentric family next door. Well, the perspective kept shifting; I was ostensibly watching a movie, only each time I watched it, things happened from a different perspective, based upon where I was– because I… Continue reading She reminded me of the Edies*
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