In which a family-run museum provides 'ghosts' and history; beer and other sundries on a neighboring balcony; receives visitors and empathy for the crippled girl who was lost long ago– something about her strongly associated with pheasants. It was a long and detailed one. In the transcribing of it I was reminded of another dream… Continue reading dream
Category: dream
compass points
I am Upstate, North and West of The City; a bit south of the Great Lake known as Ontario. It has been cold at night, with sunny and brisk daytimes. Having arrived late morning on Monday, I feel as though many days have passed, and yet few. That is the way of being away, and… Continue reading compass points
doorways in nod
Yesterday morning I had one of those dreams in which you rediscover a forgotten room in your dwelling. In this case, I actually rediscovered one forgotten, unused room, and discovered for the first time an outdoor space as well. The room was a kitchen– long and glossy white. It had been set up after the… Continue reading doorways in nod
laced with madness
Having just waked from a late-afternoon nap– dreams laced with madness. My mind unraveled. Small gods in the guise of speechless children were in the room and I asked Ben who they were. One sat on s shelf in the corner and another dashed under the bed but didn't go completely out of sight. They… Continue reading laced with madness
water soluble
Floodwaters rising. I was among others, and I was on some sort of mission; I was preparing for something, and trying to locate what I'd lost among the water pooling around our feet. I didn't set out to write it down immediately, though, so the rest of the dream has been lost. Sunday Ben and… Continue reading water soluble
end of summer, and strange hats
Dreams of a pool next door; a guest room in a summer house owned by the Bells, all windows, with my own linens on the bed and I couldn't decide whether to leave them for a winter visit or take them off, and home. A herd of 60 or 70 horses going hungry found its… Continue reading end of summer, and strange hats
the usual.
Vivid dreams, and numerous. Picture them on a bed of ceremonial lettuce! Remember the days when every American restaurant adorned each plate with a sprig of some inedible green nonsense- wilted, overgreen parsley or some such? Thank god that sort of thing has gone out of vogue.
a winter morning, little heat.
Morning, and the spaces between Snooze: Favorite time of Dreamers and Alarm Resistors! Those brief, eternal windows between aural attacks that hold the magic beans of middle sleep, making all worlds accessible. Visitations to the ever that stretch on longer than the whole night, and make it feel as though it had been wasted on… Continue reading a winter morning, little heat.
Hark– hail!
Cold stinging pellets are falling against my windows this morning. Last night I was visited by some of the most intense, vivid and disturbing nightmares I've had in a very long time. (Not disturbing in any revelatory sense; just pure nonsensical surrealism that the subconscious mind so excels at, when it so chooses) Vivid in… Continue reading Hark– hail!
strange sleep.
Wallet lost in a mall. Twice. Some sort of expedition: the others who came along shifted, as situations in dreams are wont to do. An icy canoe-paddling approach to a grand shopping mall whose edges were lapped with icy water- some sort of Native American Experience tour tied into the Modern American Consumer Experience- aghast!… Continue reading strange sleep.
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