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Category: Dreams

  • How blue is his blue?

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    What does it mean when you dream about dolphins? Actually, I don’t know what it was – a seal/porpoise creature whose fin poked through gray water. He was friendly enough. I stood on a balcony looking over a venetian marina. Jack was around somewhere, in my arms perhaps, in reality sleeping fitfully next to me…

  • 6 weeks

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    The other night I had a dream that a really intelligent, artistic teacher told me out of all her students, she would put me in charge of her class because I had love in my face. When it came to writing it wasn’t so much about all the academics, but the best writing comes from…

  • Reclaimed

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    I’m listening to music I haven’t listened to in about a year because it reminds me of someone I haven’t seen since, or spoken to really, and when I last saw her, we listened to these songs over and over driving down the highway and having adventures and magical conversations and then shutting up and being…

  • Spring cleaning

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    In the mornings, after I’ve just woken up, my belly is hard and pulsing. The baby likes the right side and curls there until I get up and gravity centers us again. The pulsing feels like a wound, when all the blood rushes to one place in your body and you’d swear your heart was…

  • We dream about things unfinished, trying to tie ends in our minds, ends that always fray

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    A couple nights ago, I dreamed of an old friend. We were with her family: mom, dad, one sister, one brother (although her family is much larger, not all of them could fit in my mind). We were at her childhood home, an old farm-style house with photos puzzling the hallway, an old TV set…

  • A city that sleeps

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    Phoenix sleeps. Downtown deserted. The train stops at midnight, tucking itself into monster’s rest. When we lay in our dreaming beds, the rocking ripples into longer days, like the ocean’s frequency hangs in our minds even after we’ve left her. You’re that way. I taste salt. Smell you around street corners. Where do you exist…

  • Errr, Monday.

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    I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately about shutting out the loud things in my life … in one case it was a very loud person I literally shut the door on and I think in cases where your dreams are SO obvious and take little weeding or analyzing, you have to listen to…

  • Mermabird

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    Pat commissioned this painting from my boss for my birthday. It’s hanging now above our television and I keep saying how I’ll never need to watch television again because every time I look at the painting I can’t look away. When Pat approached my boss, Audrey, he told her he wanted a small portrait of…

  • Aphrodite

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    Last night I dreamed a boy I knew from high school grew up to posses a psychic ability that enabled him to see into the future; moment by moment, he saw my life laid out on the grass before him. I, of course, could not and watched him scan through the images like a photo…

  • The Dream, by Felix Pollak

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    He dreamed of an open window. A vagina, said his psychiatrist. Your divorce, said his mistress. Suicide, said an ominous voice within him. It means you should close the window or you’ll catch cold, said his mother. His wife said nothing. He dared not tell her such a dangerous dream. — I love this poem…