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    What can I say? Some dreams just call out to be shared. I've always found it interesting to read about other people's dream lives, and now I'm giving them the same chance.

    1. Pony Ride

      by , 01-19-2021 at 02:27 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      Iím in a green hilly area dotted with groves of trees, alongside a group of people. It seems like weíre all traveling somewhere together and have been in this general area for several days.

      Nearby is an enormous skeleton horse with leathery wings. I think itís cute and have been making friends with it. (My waking-life sense of what is cute is pretty broad by most peopleís standards, and it seems to be even broader in dreams.) The horse is really enormous: it has its head down at my level, and it would probably be big enough to inhale me if it breathed (which seems unlikely to happen).

      Now it wants to give me a ride: it lies down, leaning to one side so I can get on. I seat myself in the ridge between two of its vertebrae. This part of it, like the wings but unlike the head and neck, is still covered in skin, which is dry and stiff, rather like a drum skin in feel and color. It takes off, and we fly around the area for a little while.

      When it lands again and lets me down, I rejoin the group, which has been occupied with something else up until now. Before long, though, as we leave the area on the next phase of the journey, I take to the air again, on my own this time. I have one eye on the rest of the group and the other on the road ahead as they walk towards a pass through taller hills.

      28.12.20 [Iíve been meaning to post this for a whileÖ.]
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      non-lucid
    2. A Doomed Encounter; Your Turn

      by , 02-12-2018 at 10:48 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      A meeting is taking place beside a river between a knight and a woman. His name is Gawain. Her name is Lotus. It seems like the beginning of a relationship between them. But she can see into the future, and she knows that one day, he will kill her. And yet, she doesn't attempt to break things off.

      I am seeing things from his perspective and from hers, and also from somewhere outside of it, where I donít like the way things are going. And so I pull the scene apart, untangling all the little mental streams that are contributing to it and recombining them into three separate bundles. It will be easier to work with this way, I figure. Now I am in the kitchen of my old house in M--- with my mother, preparing a meal. Iím making the salads. But as I tear the lettuce into smaller pieces, I can still see the river there, and a little point of red light shining in the grass beside it. Itís easy to see and easy to avoid, but it still makes me uneasy.

      In a different dream, Iím in a grocery store, although the building seems to be serving multiple functions. Iím there shopping with Saimiís little sister, who seems to be around seven years old. After a while, I figure Iíll let her take care of a few things. She gets to do something all on her own, I get to read for a little bitóit seems like a pretty good arrangement. I tell her to pick out some plumsómaybe three, whatever kind looks niceóand I sit down at a table there with my book of Rilkeís poetry, which I apparently have with me. She goes off and comes back a few minutes later with a single plum in a plastic bag. She places it on the table and then leaves again. A few minutes later, sheís back with another plum in a bag. Kids. You know thereís got to be some sort of weird logic behind this.

      But now something else seems to be happening: thereís going to be a horse race here, inside the building, and Saimiís little sister is participating, along with three other people. But the horse sheís on is a rather strange one: it seems to be made of some embroidered red material with yellow patterns in it, while still behaving like a living horse. But the race doesnít begin immediately, and I awaken before it actually takes place.