The machine (you'll be happy to hear) has thus far been doing fine since the reinstall. I managed a couple hours of work on Friday evening after it was finished, crash-free. I've also purchased and installed a much more reliable (fingers crossed) font management program. Oh, what strange dreams of late! Friday, Saturday and this… Continue reading return of the sun
Tag: dream
tessellated
Despite having applied available discipline in the early hours (waking, recalling, and a forced recounting of relevant details before slipping back into sleep), what sprang from the subconscious has been subsequently and utterly lost. Often it is precisely when we wish to grasp that we lose our tentative hold altogether. So it is that we… Continue reading tessellated
dream
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
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.
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