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I dreamt in a foggy place of the eager hands without a trace, of the only one
who knew my face.
On coarse winds, they drew my ears,
toward the last reminder of my lonely fear and pulled me back, into their holes
to continue knowing my hollow years.
These people have their own dreams too. SAMURAI.
The victims of Illusion,
trapped in the Surreal,
evading all emotions
no one wants to feel.
As they wait to take their final breaths,
crawling back to their beds,
do they see the exit light?
Do they see the end of night,
the wrong or right?
Where
the Angels of Illusion
reside in the Unknown,
feeding on devotions.
Picking off their bones.
Escape from the Hungry Lords,
into the overworld,
to breathe, finally.
Is this it, are they now free?
Should they believe?
No -
there’s so much Delusion,
lurking in the shade.
They’re aching in confusion,
reaching for a Fate.
Hallucination… Isolation…
Fascination… Accusation…
Fantasize… Victimize…
Feed or die…
Creatures… People…
Cry,
as they wait to take their final breaths,
crawling back to their beds,
and they start to lose their sight.
Will they find the exit light,
the end of night?
I had a dream, and this is what I wrote in spite of it (I found out that this song: (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=McLpLmSYZJw) gives the best atmosphere to try to inscribe how I felt during the dream the best (listen on repeat):
Blindly staring at nothing, as sound bounced around my…
Sky Kiss
I had this highly turbulent dream where we all lived in a sort of space station colony, but it wasn’t in space - it was suspended in earth’s sky by thousands of “indestructible wires”. To move from one building to the next, everyone had to brave these wires like a tightrope walker. My girlfriend and I later came to find that the wires were nowhere near indestructible and the colony was in fact mostly held aloft by gases in chambers below the buildings, out of view. They became heavily depleted after some time and the colony began to plummet. My girlfriend and I were in a naturalistic park-like area with an open top at the time and felt as if we were rising above the colony, but it was actually slipping away from us due to being so much heavier. As we fell, we embraced and watched the colony crash into the earth, exploding. We kissed in the sky and I woke up.
#1 There was a guy who had a hot air balloon and he stored it in a building in South America. He also had a pet bear. He was telling us about how some helipads are unlicensed and bad because your helicopter could get hijacked by pirates. Then the building we were in got attacked and raided by his…
Dream Cylinders
Three endlessly-tall cylinders descend from the sky, slowly and silently and each of a different colour - being dark red, brown with green spots and the third shining and silvery. They penetrate what I assume is the earth, with such ease and slyness you would never know having not seen them. They simply continue to bore the crust, never ceasing. Everything else appears normal and no one seems to care. However, I cannot move. Destined to watch something unfold in this dream, all I could do was experience it.
Albrecht DÜRER. Dream Vision. 9 June 1525 Watercolour on paper
“In the year 1525 between Wednesday and Thursday (7-8 June) after Whitsunday during the night I saw this appearance in my sleep, how many great waters fell from heaven. The first struck the earth about four miles away from me with a terrific force, with tremendous clamour and clash, drowning the whole land. I was so sore afraid that I awoke from it before the other waters fell. And the waters which had fallen were very abundant. Some of them fell further away, some nearer, and they came down from such a great height that they all seemed to fall with equal slowness. But when the first water, which hit the earth, was almost approaching, it fell with such swiftness, wind and roaring, that I was so frightened when I awoke that my whole body trembled and for a long while I could not come to myself. So when I arose in the morning I painted above here as I had seen it. God turn all things to the best.”
Translated in A. Rosenthal, “Dürer’s dream of 1525,” Burlington Magazine 69 (August 1936)
So…I had the creepiest dream last night.
I was in an elevator with two other people and we pressed the down button and it started to shake then started to go down but instead crashed to the bottom of the shaft and collapsed on us. We only had a certain amount of air left and we were underwater and they couldn’t get to us in time. then I woke up… And I saw my Nana today with my dad, saw an elevator and started to panic, I was like WE NEED TO TAKE THE STAIRS.
Wtf. I had a dream about…hanging out at dusk around some cliff or something with the Lakers? And then there were some sharks..that were trying to attack us but we…three them back in the ocean/shot them? Something like that. [Dream becomes more clear after that point].
The Sharks return in space…
Dream Journal Entry 57: Unknown date March 2011
I worked at a restaurant then went to Market Basket, where I work in real life. My brother bit my ipod and headphones so I wanted to go buy new headphones. The cashier was an Asian guy, and his father owned the company, and the son got to keep every quarter that came through the store.
I dreamt about dead people becoming alive. Walking dead. There were four different classes of them. Only one was dangerous. It all started from an earthquake. That triggered a flood. And the caskets became unearthed. And the bodies became disturbed. It started in chile. And it seemed so far away until my dad told me I start studying each of the 4 characteristics. Then it became real.