Category: Dream Log

Part of my dream journal. Long, detailed accounts of dreams that not only stuck out to me (most do), but that I thought were worth the 2 hours they take to record into words. INCEPTION

The End of a Dream

My dad had just called me over to his and mom’s place. They must have moved back to Tennessee, because it was in one of those cookie cutter-looking Spring Hill or Thompson Station subdivisions. They were in a white, two-story house basically shaped like a box.I pulled up, the road was long, winding, and endless,… Continue reading The End of a Dream

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Dreams of Anton Chigurh, Abandoned Blue Houses and An Awful Backhoe Collison

It was dusk when the distant house met my sights. A dilapidated three story home of southern style, uniformly tinted a faded, pale blue entered frame. I didn’t remember how I had got there, and I had no prior memories of the house, but it looked familiar. It looked like it might be comforting. As… Continue reading Dreams of Anton Chigurh, Abandoned Blue Houses and An Awful Backhoe Collison

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Eruptions

I once had a dream. I was a seagull, on a first class tour of the clouds and mountaintops of a set of lush, coastal islets.

This land, remote, was pimpled green, and the tips of the great hills and mounts oft charred and exhaled steam, the air smelling of seawater and steam and fog. The isles curved around like a lowercase j, with the largest of the mountains dotting like the top, looking down on the rest of the chain.

At the bottom of the ‘j’ were many smaller ones, and atop each one sat a different person. On my tour, I flew past the first of the pimply hills, surveying the inhumanly large men and women sitting on the various tips of these mountains.

You Are the Hardest

Write this once, write it twice, write it again. In a few months, likely write it again. You are the hardest person to forgive. You have to wonder to yourself. You’re snared on that rusted hook, caught by the collar like a defiant dog pulling away from a taut leash. You try not to consign… Continue reading You Are the Hardest

Resurrect Golem

My am rocks Pile am Pretty woman visit Magic woman from trees My from cave Whisper at my Rocks live Resurrect Golem Rocks am Golem My am rocks Golem living Pretty magic woman gone Return to trees Cave alone Golem stay cave My am golem My know rocks Rocks and cave Not like Golem Another… Continue reading Resurrect Golem