Dreams, Madness, and Myths
I’m running. The upper third and ceiling of the hall is lined with pipes. Some of them are leaking steam into the hallway, but I’m not close enough to the venting to be burned by it.
I’m clothed in nondescript clothing. The fabric covers me loosely and adequately. It reminds me somewhat of nurse’s scrubs, except the color is dark sand instead of hospital blue. Continue reading “Dream: Of Gods And Water”
I wake in a start. There were echoes of a strange dream involving volcanoes. I shook my head, and shook them away. A low rumble, and my little sister’s picture walked across the desk. My little sister? But… Continue reading “Dream: Volcano Part 2 of 2”
It starts out, as all horror/disaster movies do, on a very nice day. My (real) parents, my (real) daughter, and I were enjoying a lazy Saturday doing absolutely nothing. Napping lightly in my bed, the house shakes with a steady, low rumble. Living in earthquake territory in real life, such a low shaking is not even worthy of adjusting the pillow. The four of us quip back and forth to each other about the so-called quake. Continue reading “Dream: Volcano Part 1 of 2”
Short version = A recurring dream is bugging me again. I keep replaying part of an unusual event. Lately a stone I currently have in my collection is being featured in that dream. Continue reading “Dream: Replay”
I found myself walking in the Dreaming last night. (One day, I’ll settle on my terminology.) I was walking through a forest, tracking something. Silly me, I didn’t pay attention to the tracks I thought I was following, nor to my surroundings. The trees were talking to me as I passed them, each tree -speaking- a word of a sentence, the complete sentence played out as I passed the stands. Like the whole forest was speaking. Continue reading “Dream: Bear, Oh My!”
I have no headphones on. No music is playing in the background. The room is silent, yet I hear drumming. I recognize the drum beats to be from one of the New Age albums I had been listening to lately, loosely based on Native American songs. Content to let the drumming continue on from memory, I relax into it, floating in that pleasant, drifting way. Continue reading “Dream: The Drum Called”
At first, there is nothing. I am in the midst of a void, with only my awareness as a companion. Time is nothing here, where ever here is. I panic at first, remembering that once I had 5 senses, and now I have none. It takes an effort, but I force myself to relax. Despite the lack of stimulus, I take comfort in a half-remembered mumble.
“I think, therefore I am.” Continue reading “Dream: Death & Dancing”