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Category: Dreams

  • All the layers

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    There was an opening going on, a ceremony. Free food – cookies, punch, party fare. A waitress was carrying to giant tray that were longer than her body and somehow could almost balance it all. But a woman came to help her set the tray of goodies down on a table full of goodies. And…

  • Cautious Quicksilver

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    I dreamt of a horse. One side silver, one side black. She shone, stood out, had a sleek back. She was wild, but not fast and took off before I had my stirrup tight. We were told to race on ice. We were ahead at first and then she fell behind. A woman gave her…

  • Sea dreams

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    The sand was dark. Glittering reflections like ribbons down its back. pat and I were digging in the sand. I was trying to redirect the water with barriers, using my feet as shovels. Small walls of sand, but the water always broke through. We found caverns on the beach, other people were around. I collected…

  • Dream

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    I was home, but I wasn’t. Walking around a town looking for someone familiar, hoping for someone to come. In a small cafe, the sign like a Swedish Village – black wood outlined in snow. I met up with an old friend. We searched for her partner in love in a run-down house he owned.…

  • Against the waves

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    A few nights ago I had a dream I was back at the river. I was on a mission from work and I had to get to my camera which was back with our rafts in the middle of no where without any way in or out. Except by water. I trudged upstream, against the…

  • dream wall

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    The past two nights I’ve dreamed of a box, a rectangle on the wall I can’t quite see. A piece of paper perhaps, but written on. It may not even be paper, I can’t see it clearly enough. It may be stone, wood, a pale face. Ancient. It wakes me up, but I can’t see…

  • Paths

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    In the winter the paths are so clear. They’ve been cleared for you by machines with hammerhead noses. They’ve been cleared by other footprints trying to do the same thing through the snow and ice – just find a way through it all. I think the paths through life are laid in the same way…

  • Street scars

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    The moon is full and barking into my window through the curtain. Yesterday I said everything. Even secrets. I said most everything. She asked me about sleep and concentration and anger and relationships and I almost cried a few times at the hard stuff. After I left I felt heavy and light at the same…

  • On the road to Target I got lost

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    There was a back road to Target. A heavily wooded one in the mountains, high trees, curving roads. I was walking there, taking the uncommon route and got lost on a milk farm. I wandered through the barn, the light warm and crisp adding contrast to the shadows, the farm tools. Everything was blue and…

  • Choppy dream

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    I’m not sure if I want to write or listen. I suppose I’ve chose writing, but I feel just as strongly toward the listening. I had strange long dreams last night. We kept riding by a very well-produced haunted house. The fog, the green eerie light, the plastic stone ghouls. We corralled a cobra a…