Sweven

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.