Weather is finally decent. Maybe Jamie will start her drive bys again? I'll be watching. Jamie Jamie hands me a bagel and cream cheese. Actually, I remember getting that with her through a drive thru once. WTF Longer dream that I can't recall. Only part I remember is that me and my dad were watching something on a computer monitor. One of those curved ones. There were ghastly women who were naked... but they were half dead. They were showing really gross things on the screen. Vibe was: creepy, scary, disturbing. Not much else to report....
Standing Concentric rows of vehicles enwrap the house we once called home. The tiny house still standing tall it will not fall despite cracks in cinderblock feet. It hurts our hearts to see the green constantly swept neath blacktop sheen. We should stand too, against the creep, but our feet are not so tough. Boxes All smiles and waves, shadow and shades, he drives through rooms of my humble home. His vehicle? A cardboard box. He is the one. Amused by his strange intrusion, attempt to catch and question him. He slips through floors, races on walls, splits and appears on ceilings. He stops, but once, and waits. Ask him to teach me to drive a box between dimensions. His straight lipped smile disheartens me. "I can't. Not until you see that there is no box." He speeds away, still haunting the halls of the box that holds me home.
The end is nigh. Ghosts flutter by pre ravaging the earth and each other. My heart is light. Wade untouched through human streams and near death screams. Long to see it, our hellish end. Sun arms bend, whip, and stretch to embrace us, one and all. Suddenly pulled aside and stuffed under earth. Here we should survive. But with a passion as raw and as rapturous as first time love, ache to see the sky. I escape. Long to see heavenly streams of fire blaze across a blackened sky. It is breathtaking. Beautiful. Sole, step high. Love the light. Reach for shining Armageddon arms sent to love us to death.
Updated 02-24-2025 at 10:14 PM by 101265
Been trying melatonin chewables.... they taste good but not helping much. Jamie Only dream I seem to recall with Jamie in it. I was starting work at a new factory or warehouse job or something. Jamie was there, also a new hire. We are on lunch break or something. I'm at a table and I look at another table and see Jamie is sitting with some woman. The woman turns her head right around to look my way and turns back after a second. They were talking about me? After work I'm following Jamioe home. We are walking. I go up a street on a hill to not be so obvious. (IRL I would never stalk anyone.) The streets look like the ones on GTA5 (Been grinding that game online, taking a break from Cringenight). After that my memory fades. I have a conversation about the dream with Her voice. She said that she was telling the woman in the dream that I'm her boyfriend. What? I was hanging around a guy I used to hang around with... Another J. he said him and his family were moving to texas or something. That's all. I hope I have more Jamie dreams.
I seem to have misplaced a couple of days worth of dreams. Will add them when they're found. 22nd Runner Seary runs away backward. "Come back!" I yell. He laughs and runs. Catch him mid street. He is a young woman. Enraged at having to pursue, I slap her in the face three times. With broken obedience, she follows me to the sidewalk. Witnesses don't admonish my violence. Basslines It's Duff from Guns and Roses. Catch him. Walk. Talk. "Have you heard my solo stuff?". "Of course," I lie. He asks if I like the bass from tow or undertow better. Lie again. We carry on a half fake conversation about basslines. Flatlands Camp No hills, trees, or other vertical elements except for tents and their people dotting the landscape. A campground of absolute flatness. A boring spot to settle. On the bright side, when it is dark, the starfield will be spectacular. Live for the night. 23rd Hypnagogic Grocery aisle made narrow by wire bins Wall of computer monitors stretches across my field of view A very tall narrow building, only the width of a room A limping man with a dog whom he slaps at lightly A woman's neck compresses, she's a head on shoulders Someone carries too many grocery bags through a crowd Art Stock Stock art supplies in some store. Mybur's children happen through. Give extra supplies to them. They talk about an art show they joined. Luc said he painted a tree. Mys says she painted a sunset. We wish there were more art shows for youth. Knocking Midnight knock on a front door. Navigate shadow to answer. No one. Back to bed. Knock on the back door. Navigate again. No one. Then a rain of random knocking, windows, walls, roof, doors. See no one. Call 911. Digits are disorganized. With bat and my longest blade, await. Back door creaks open. Stranger steps in. Slash and stab. He screams. Bash and bludgeon. He falls. His dying words, "It was just a prank." Now wait for whatever will fall. A Hand Mybur's children find me again. Steer me to their art. Show me to their mom. She and Dohaw lounge neath an oak. A stone summons me, a petrified, coiled leaf. It softens, uncoils. A strange shape is revealed. Turn it upside down to see a flattened, mummified baby hand, wrist bones exposed. Go to the gallery to notify whoever needs to be notified. They take the hand. They take, too, the the giant ostrich plume I didn't know was mine. Return to oak. People are gone. Sit. Pick through the leaves for further parts.
Feb 17th Plane Sight Sky shakes straight above the house. A passenger plane is stuck in space, so low that we can see the face of the pilot pleaing, "Help." Instead we plan to run, fearing the plane will plop onto our roof. Peer outside. Plane has shifted. Still, it's still, nose angled high. Everything will be alright. New Stars Low north west horizon holds a gift. There shines a new spattering of stars like an elongated lyra. A new constellation. Research its name. Nothing. Look outside again, the constellations are diamonds and strings. Their names shimmer beneath. 'Wood elf' is the new stand of stars. There is nothing more to be learned. Feb 18th Tygen Beam The world is a warped mess of woe. Caught in a roaring undertow of frothing words and slippery time, I flail. Amidst the stale ebb and flow of suffocating same ol same ol, a flash of golden hour grin. Little arms open wide. Ringlets, clutched in a little fist, bounce with every step. He is bald. He is beaming. For a while the tide draws away. We sing. We dance. We play. Sun Dog A child in the surf, in the sun, on the sand, content with a family that is not mine. A horse of a dog pins me. The creature is massive, fur clotted and matted. Foam slops from its fangs and slaps onto my face. Is this how it ends? It barks. I bark. It woofs. I woof. It arfs. So do I. And just like that a monster is befriended. I sit. Beast stands over my head, about to mount my face? Try to move but am locked in place. A rib cage splits and spreads over my head. Locked in the cavern of an empty dog torso. There is a growing light. It blooms into a tiny sun. "Beware the sundog," I mutter. Break myself away from the hollow being. It bounds one way. I bound the other in search of my fake father and mother. 19th Flicker Man "Thought and environment shape our bodies, our hearts, our minds. We are masters of our own wellness or illness," preaches some white haired man. He talks of genes, and twins, and unbelievable things that somehow still make sense. De-aging as he speaks, he flickers from a real man and an animated Bob Belcher.
Well, I keep going to bed late and having a long time to fall asleep. I keep waking up for the washroom but somehow managed to have a couple dreams. Jamie Just a dream with Jamie in it. I can't recall what. Just that she was good and being affectionate. Can't complain This in conjunction with the other morning we both seemed to sense one another strongly. It was really nice. seemed to talk all morning. oops A dream about the other co worker in cochrane. He was crying and seemed upset that I didn't want to work with them anymore. Complicated situation: If they want to deduct pay based on food and sleeping for 6 nights at their place, they should have mentioned that beforehand and not wait until payday. Next asshole that pulls that on me I'll call the labor board or a small claims court.
Part of a longer dream. This last and most memorable part seems to have taken place in something like a campsite restroom, a long wooden building with an entrance on one end. Inside, I see NR standing by the row of sinks, washing his hands and clearly with his good cheer not the least bit dampened by having just reached into one of the toilets to retrieve somebody’s smartwatch. It’s not like it was even his - probably one of his students’. The man must really be some kind of goddamn saint or something. “Weren’t you reaching into a toilet the last time I saw you too?” I ask. This memory was almost certainly from a “draft” of the same dream earlier in the night, which I get sometimes, only in that one, it was someone’s phone that had fallen in. 16.2.25 In a room reminiscent of the living area in the basement of childhood home #5. In the dream, it seems to be somebody else’s house. That person is telling me about the folklore surrounding creatures called pultecs that preside over memories, apparently. A long time ago, people would hollow out acorns and leave them out for the pultecs so that they could carry memories around in those and hopefully drop a few less of them than they would otherwise. (Note: This may reflect concerns involving a relative dealing with some memory issues, or possibly a shift of focus on my part from just trying to incubate good, restful sleep back to dream recall, now that the former seems to be less of an issue. Additional note: Pultec is actually the name of a line of vintage EQs, and I have no idea why my dreaming mind decided to call the creatures that unless it was because the sound of the word just seemed right for the little guys.) — I’m in an arcade with an unfamiliar layout, at the Dance Dance Revolution machine. A couple people are there with me - it isn’t clear whether they’re people I know or who just happened to be there as well. I see on the menu that there’s some kind of story mode option, which I’ve never tried before, so I decide to give it a shot. Might make a nice warm-up. There’s a character selection screen, and then something like a one-player racing game begins. Stepping on the arrows moves the character in different directions, but there also seems to be some kind of motion tracking as well, since leaning to one side or the other also moves the character. No rhythm component, though. I’m talking to the people there as I play, but returning my full attention to the screen, I notice the character isn’t moving. What happened? Did I run out of something I was supposed to be collecting and die? I open a menu which has two columns of entries giving various information, including one that confirms my suspicions. It says, Status: Died. Right below it is another that says, Reason: Bored. I woke up right after that. I guess the game was just that boring…. 17.2.25
Might have had a slight lucid. but it didn't last long. Jamie She had some food for me or something. This is the only Jamie dream I had... Semi Lucid I was outside some weird apartment/townhouse area. I was outside between them. It was night. There was a bunch of people terrified. I looked around. There were wolves sniffing blankets where people were sleeping. It didn't feel real. I said to everyone, "Don't worry, It's just a dream." The wolves were friendly and moved on. Can't remember what happened after this. At least Jamie dreams are consistent!!!
Driven Engine roaring. Wheels spinning. Finally free of the unplowed drive, I drive. First is second. Owl flies over, kitten in claws. Feathered lands and feasts on the furred. Attempt rescue? No. It's too late. Around the bend charred blackened bones of the newest homes still smolder. Investigate? No. It's too late. Meander on to meaningless songs and finally find the market. I do not find the natural kind of medicine that I seek. Keep seeking. Abducted Wear sandals in the slush and snow. Shards of white don't sting my toes. City bus passes. Charter bus passes. Finally a school bus, with flapping curtains over the windows, sloshes to a stop. Get on. It is only me inside, aside from the doctor-driver. He holds a needle up and grins. Try escape but the aisle is too thin. Stabbed. Numbness. Dumbness. Am caught and flopped into a seat. It is like sleep paralysis. I can fight it. I can escape. I lay and fight. Blisters Dofran is ill. "Check my back," he rasps. There are scattered patches of blisters full of red fluid. Recoil. I've not seen such a blight before. "No doctor. No clinic. No hospital," he says. "Well, you can't stay here," I counter. He lays upon the couch. Red, gooey splotches smear about it. Run for my phone. Try 911 but get random homes. Dofran's brother knocks with offerings of books and food. I tell him of his brother's plague. He lugs his brother, fast, away. Try to use my phone again. Autobiography The writer's circle shares their souls. I love the way they weave their words. Except for one, whose autobiography is mess of misery. He whines of a girlfriend that does not cook, clean, or obey commands for sex. Circle leader asks if he does anything for her. "No," he snips, offended. Circle leader suggests rewriting but from his girlfriend's point of view. Autobiography agrees. We move on to sweeter songs. Lucid Rangers Gathered around grandmother's old tv, we await some new show. It's like Power Rangers but more gritty, forged more for adults. There is no story to be seen. Mind meanders until I hear, "Reality check NOW!" The characters each perform a different reality check and transform into super heroes. They each are expert with one lucid ability. One is the fighter. One is the flyer. One can fold reality. They fight through waves of nightmares, collecting more lucid dreamers along the way. Of all the times they yelled, "Reality check NOW!" I didn't reality check once. There was another couple of dreams but I didn't write them down in the middle of the night. Very grateful for another great batch of recall.
Updated 02-16-2025 at 03:58 AM by 101265
The dream began in a European capital city, it was in the middle of the night. I was hanging out with James and Vagabond and we were just walking around the city, talking to eachother. The city encompassed us with tall buildings. At the time, we were walking on a road that was going in between two very tall buildings, and as we got to the end of the building and turned the corner, the scenery completely changed. Following the road beyond the buildings lead us to a huge frozen lake, surrounded by a mountain range; the scenery was very Norwegian. We walked on the ice until we got to the edge between the ice and water. For some reason, the three of us decided to jump in. On top of that I decided to put my phone on a small sheet of ice to prevent it from getting wet, but as we started swimming, the waves went on the sheet of ice and covered my phone in water. I quickly grabbed it and pulled it out of the water, I think it still worked. Later on we went to a houseparty. We were sitting around a circular table, that was halfway in a sort of cubby. The sitting area in the cubby is a sort of bench with cushions, while the rest of the table is surrounded by chairs. I was sitting on the cushions with a guy next to me sniffing what I believed to be cocaine. He was very outgoing and social, and he offered me some but I refused. He insisted and put a teent on the the tip of a knife up to my nose, but I blew air out of my nose to make sure I didn't ingest any of the cocaine. It was quite awkward and people were staring, but I was steadfast in my decision and wasn't embarrased about it. I then went to another room and found a talking cat, laying on a couch. The cat was black with a white underbelly, with big and unrealistic eyes, like it was a cartoon cat. It was extremely cute. I quickly realised the cat was a physical manifestation of my subconcious mind, and I was very excited to talk to the cat. **I was aware that the subconcious mind stores a bunch of information that your concious mind can't necessarily access. I believed that the concious and subconcious minds are like two different minds that could indepedently think. I perceived the cat as a sort of spokesperson for my subconcious mind, so I really wanted to talk to it.** I asked the cat if it had a conciousness outside of "my conciousness" and it replied with "Yes". As I spoke to the cat, I would frequently hug it as it was very precious to me. I was very affectionate. It didn't mind me hugging it at all, but it didn't play into it either. It just remained sort of serious. I also asked why it was hiding information from my concious mind. **Ironically I don't remember the answer** On top of that I would ask very casual questions like how it was doing, if it was happy, how it perceived the world. I don't remember any particularly negative responses from it but I don't remember any concrete answers either. The cat was relaxed and seemed generally happy, but I could tell it took it's job as "my subconcious" very serious. After I finished talking to the cat, I was completely alone. Everyone was gone, including the cat. The lights inside the house were also turned off, the atmosphere was very ominous. For some reason I knew the house had become haunted. I was a bit scared but not much. I walked into the kitchen and continued walking around randomly. Then I woke up. **Ok so I'm not a psychologist or dream expert, so I can't be sure of this. But you know how dreaming is a way to connect with your subconcious mind? Maybe my subconcious mind decided it would allow me to directly talk to it in the dream through the cat. Or maybe it's just something my mind made up and I didn't actually talk to my subconcious mind. I'm not sure, but it would be cool if it was the former rather than the latter.** Please comment your thoughts!
Updated 02-16-2025 at 01:19 AM by 102033
Tyson Typer Caught in a cubicle maze. Placed at the front beside Neil deGrasse Tyson. I read his emails. He dictates replies. He spells out levels of stars. Feel a shine from within. There comes a lull. Silence settles. Boredom soon after. Our combined desk is a table stretching to the edge of a play room. Children enter and run wild. The table between us is filthy. NDG will not let me clean it. It is not our job. We just sit and watch. Spin in my seat. Ride it across the floor. Coworkers join the chairodeo. Cubicles vanish. We spin, roll, crash, laugh. This work is not so bad. Hide or Flee We are packed and prepared for an escape long overdue. As the car is loaded we see strangeness in the west. The sky blinks hellish scarlet. Distant booms announce some doom. Machine guns stutter, sputter closer. "Into the house. Hide.," I say. Everyone obeys. To the basement we crawl and cower. Blip. We are packed and prepped for an escape long overdue. As the car is loaded we see strangeness in the west. The sky blinks scarlet. Booms and stutters tromp closer. "Into the house. Hide," I say. But before they can obey I order, "Stop! I think we did it wrong last time. We need to escape. Get in the car. Go!" They obey. We leave the spilt blood sky and the wails of war behind.
Not much lately. Another lonely Valentines day. Kind of sad that that I have someone I could spend it with, but for whatever reason. We're not on speaking terms.In dreams and voices she's very re assuring. I seriously wonder sometimes if I'm schitzophrenic. Maybe I only think I see Jamie driving by, or people that look like her. but they all seem connected. The dreams, The voice, The drive bys. On this the jamie voice says she still feels really bad about how she treated me in the past. I'm always re assuring that I'm ready to hear her out, listen, and forgive. And my drunken co worker friend decided to rip me off. and extra charge for food and accomidation. well, that wasn't discussed at all vefore or during the time I worked with him. And after all his verbal abuse. I let all my BPD rage out on him in some texts. Me personally, I would never rip a friend off or make them feel unsafe hanging with me. This si one bridge I hope to have burned behind me. I don't think he'll be asking for my help again. I mean friggin Mcdonald's and Wal-Mart keep are more Keep more honest books on what they owe their employees (Just make sure you have all your own copies of hourly records including helping other stores. leaving certain managers extra emails and texts any extra hours) Oh wait. this is a dream blog. Jamie 1 I was in the Labrynth place again. Jamie was chasing some guy along a landing who was wearing a football helmet and jersey. I called after her but she chased the guy through a door. *I did ask Raven to help with the dreams* Jamie 2 I was with Jamie in a busy street or in a mall. someone familiar was by a window. Me and Jamie stopped to talk to her. It was Raven. We asked her if Raven would officiate our wedding. Raven said yes. (I don't think either of us were lucid.) Raven wrote back and logged a dream where she was by a video game store and then ran into a couple. She wasn't sure if it was me or Jamie or not. but she tried to change the dream to find us, but was unable. Probably because were already there. She didn't recall any converstation about anyone getting married though.
From the 13th The mess is endless In the underworld. There is only time to sleep or to clean. Never is there time to rest or to dream. But wait, cleanliness and unchained light are everywhere found. Disbelief sits me down. Only in dreams are my chambers so clear. Reality check. "I'm dreaming. Of course!" Reality check again and laugh. "Yes. This is a dream." Sing of running down a dream to keep lucidity alight. Run upstairs. Shake the doors. Punch the windows. Charge the walls. Escape escapes me. Voices resound below ground. Perhaps they know the way out. Down the stairs. Kayji and Seary are playing games there. Seary's voice runs nonstop, a sharp sound lopping away my lucidity. Snap! Shove Seaery down. Push his head ever down until it is lodged fast in the floor of cement. Silence. Thoughts return. "Kayji, this is a dream," I share the secret. She simply replies, "I know." "I can't get out of the house. Maybe you can get us out. Where do you want to go?" She stands, and grinning, chants, "Bee and PuppyCat! Bee and PuppyCat! Bee and PuppyCat!" "Lets go!" I take her hand. Run up the stairs. Chant our escape. Go no where fast. Re descend to the underworld. How to get out? Call a character from the show, "TEMP BOT! TEMP BOT! GET US OUT!" We remain un-rescued. Spiral in thought, an idea ignites. "Kayji, you have a bell on your backpack! Ring it. See what happens." Kayji does. A feather light envelope flutters to her feet. She snatches it up and rips it open. "We have a job!" She jumps for joy. My own heart jumps with her. Dark falls upon us. We roam the echoes of a gigantic, abandoned room. Shadows seem restless. The floor is like flesh. Unease knots within. Reality check. Once. Twice. Three times. Yes still dreaming. A hole erupts in the floor between Kayji and me. It widens and contorts until a gulf, like a festering wound, convulses between we two. "Temp Bot!" Kayji greets the gaping, infected chasm. The hole opens and closes, flapping disease. She hears its words. They are undistinguishable to me. "Come on! We got a job!" She calls and leaps toward the hole. She hovers, hand held out. Wary, reality check again. I sigh, "Okay. Lets see where she sends us." Take the leap. Clasp her and plunge into roaring dark. Fear flutters the heart. Anticipation frazzles the brain. From shadows PuppyCat's voice echoes a mystic song. We fall... fall... fall... Asking a dream character where they would like to go was interesting. I think I'll do that more often.
Updated 02-14-2025 at 07:07 PM by 101265
12th Bridges The way is as winding as the river. There is no way across but for the overpasses we slip under. We do not want the highways. We see, sometimes, slender fingers of sandbar poking into the river. Sometimes the fingers nearly poke the wanted shore. These are not the way. They are bridges to other worlds from which crossers never return. We wander on. 13th Wired The world rests. She is snug and warm under the blanket sent. All are forced to stop. But I can not. My fondest dream awaits. Tunnel up through a crystal quilt. Scale the nearest electric stilt. Run cross wires, current-less. "Come down from there before you get hurt!" mother's voice rings from all around. I can not. I call back, "No! There's dreams to be caught!" + 1 lucid dream Hypnagogic -Wiggling lights like aurora borealis shine then warp into tidal waves -See knocking, it looks like spotted snakes
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