Recent DJ Posts

Unwoven
Caught in a cob web of tripwires woven. Some self spun. Most laid by illusions labeled love. With painfully soft caution, pace. Suddenly she slips through. Accusation. I am the spidery which kept us caught? I think not. We become unwoven. Life is lucidity.

Forgotten dream. Typed out two dreams at 1:45am but it seems I forgot to save them. Or perhaps I wrote them during a false awakening? Must remember to reality check when writing. As I wrote there was the strong sensation that I'd been lucid but could not recall the dream.
!Remembered when I started reading other dream journal posts!

Dream Maps
Ethereal rovers design four dimensional maps. Upon them we place stars where we are and where we have been. In secret slits of space and time lie dream views. They are the beyond. But our stars will not set or slip through. Strange discussions. A man, draped in centuries of stars, stands, "Share not the spells spoken in dreams. Share not the spells cast here." We vow silence. Set our stars.
-I believe this dream was born out of the envy I felt reading the dreams of someone who dreams of other dreamers. There were many dream viewsers in this space and it WAS beautiful.


Moved
Fledglings released. Beloved and I take flight. Touch nothing. Move nothing. Take nothing. Escape to fresh spaces and faces. Here the earth sighs eternal Indian summer. Hide in a single story house in which several stories secretly unfold. Sometimes windows are doors.

I didn't realize this website had a dream journal section, so I'm going to dump some dreams I had since my first post. There was a very eerie coincidence related to the dream I had on 8 / 5, so I'm going to summarize my dreams since then in case I lose my physical dream journal somehow.

8 / 14
By the time I can remember what was happening in the dream, I was sitting on the side of a bed at some random couple's house as they were having a whole domestic drama on their bed. I think when the dream was forming I was walking through a house, and sat down, and then the place I sat down in changed into a bedroom. The wall in front of me, once a hallway, turned into a wall with a closet door, and the empty space beside me turned into a bed, and the people appeared, and I just thought "What if they find me here? How do I explain that?".
Eventually they do find me, and wonder why I'm in the house, and suddenly I'm lucid and I'm like, "why am I dealing with this? This is my dream, I call the shots!" I boss them around and the wife doesn't listen but the husband is following orders. I was going to leave the house with them to go somewhere, I can't remember, and the wife doesn't want to do anything with me, probably because I'm some stranger who just materialized in their home, and started telling them what to do. There was a really weird moment where I was trying to take control of the dream, and it was doing that thing where it would fade out on me when I try to force something the dream doesn't want, which would usually lead to like 6 false-wake ups, or just real waking up unless I stopped trying to force the thing, but this time instead of either of those happening, there was some weird close ups on everyone in the scene frozen, and there was some background character targeted, like the camera basically kept focusing on him, and there was some weird speech about how management wasn't happy with his results, that he was losing control, and if he couldn't get things on track he'd be replaced or something like that. The pale person flashed for a second in that scene. Then I was in the city and trying to find a dress to wear. I knew I was lucid and wanted to force a dress shop but none of the stores sold dresses. I was running around trying to force it and nothing I wanted to happen would happen. Eventually, I woke up.

8/18
Not a dream, but this is when it happens. 13 days is the length between the two events.

8/19
I dream about sneaking into a mansion on a tropical island as some stealth mission type thing and trying to kill somebody with a fork, which was very difficult and didn't work well. My response after waking and writing in the dream journal is basically, "I have no idea what that was about."

8/25
Another vague, violent dream. "Last night I dreamt about killing some people. I don't know who, how, or how many, but that's about all I can remember that happens". I think that was the same night I was scared to close my eyes for too long before going to sleep, getting spooked by shadows and silly stuff like that, like when I was a kid and would think all sorts of silly things, especially nightmares, like the ones where the two figures would try to lure me out of the house, and then I'd realize I was dreaming and the bright room would turn into darkness and shadows all the sudden. However, me getting scared that night probably had more to do with the weed than anything. And I guess the painting I made on my door doesn't help either.

That's all I have from since that one dream, I didn't write any other entries. I might go back through my dream journal and keep track of any dreams that may have lead up to 8/5. I really wish I'd kept a dream journal all these years, but I think the most recent one I have was back before I left my hometown, and honestly I don't think I'm ever opening that thing again. It was because of that diary I never wrote another one until recently, which is fair because I partially used that diary to perform a psy-op on myself. But at least I've had one for the past 3 months.