Audio – Miscellanous Dreams III

Yeah, you can probably figure out why it’s taken so long to write another dreamlog…I just can’t remember anything anymore :( It’s funny I’d have a snow dream right before snow though. A cold snap is beginning (again) so we’re probably in for more.

I also did nothing for the 4th anniversary of this blog…I don’t think this blog’s too popular despite how long it’s been going, probably because of its esoteric subject matter and sporadic activity. My most active times have ALWAYS been during Story A Day but I haven’t had the time, which is sad because I’ve gotten so much better at writing since I last did it. It’d be crazy if this blog hits its 5th anniversary, which it probably will. The more time goes by, the more of my old writing I find I dislike – even stuff I used to be proud of is stuff I can barely read, which is both a blessing and a curse. I’ve written better since then, and I’ve been thinking of doing another Story A Day, but that’s in May and I KNOW I won’t be able to do that without hurting myself in the process. I could do it on another month but where’s the fun in that? (Same for 750 Words, that DOES sound fun actually…)

I know I can write, and become even better. But I’ve been growing more and more fatigued over the course of the last few years and I’m not sure how much free energy (and attention) for it at this point. My motivation is mostly driven by whatever emotion drives whatever I’m writing, but that’s pretty erratic too. Oh well. Life isn’t always unforgiving.


Miscellaneous Dreams III

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Last night I dreamt I was with an old friend; the same one from Song of Storms, if I remember correctly.

I only remember fragments; I remember evenings of several days in which I walked home with him. The route itself had been fabricated within the dream; the most memorable piece of this route, or at least one route, was a sudden shift from an urban pathway to a glade in the middle of a shallow, loosely defined forest, a glade we’d known for our given lifetimes. The sky was a gradient ranging from orange to purple, and the stars started to show, and all we could hear was the ankle-height grass blowing in the wind. Continue reading

Audio – Where Wolves Rise

My absence hasn’t really been business so much as it’s been memory issues. I’ve had plenty of interesting dreams that I WISHED I could write down but…since September I’ve just been completely unable to remember anything the moment I wake up…which COULD be due to me being busy, or maybe due to my complete loss of focus over the last few months.

The final creature was actually Zinogre from the Monster Hunter series, but I doubt anyone would get that so I just approximated it. I did go on holiday in August and relax on a beach, and it was that exact beach, actually. This dream isn’t as impactful as some of the other ones I’ve had, but…it’s the first I remember in which I’ve been able to stop time.

I hope you’ve all had nice holidays so far! Christmas was unremarkable for me, but we got a few days of snow in December and it was wonderful, given that it was the first time in years I’ve had snow over here. The tranquil silence that falls over a town when it snows is the best. (On another note, this blog’s almost 4 years old, wow…)

Where Wolves Rise

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A few nights ago I dreamt I could stop time. It was something I could only keep up consciously and with effort, but eventually I learned to do it while doing other things at the same time. I discovered it on a beach holiday with my family, and I’d use it to do things like cross the street without having to wait for a car to go by, or eat an ice cream without it melting and getting all over my clothes. The place I was on holiday in was populated by a lot of stray dogs and cats, though I started seeing slightly larger, wolf-like animals the more I stopped time. Continue reading

Audio – Port Town

I’m fairly sure the police theme came from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I’m also fairly sure that for a few seconds in that dream, I confused myself for Jake Peralta. My squadmates may also have been the Nine-Nine at some points, but I can’t really be sure.

Three million years, and we didn’t even seem to care much that humanity might be gone. It must have been a glitch in the system, then.

I loved the idea of a second earth I could go to, almost like…paradise. It really felt like I was reaching for something.

I’m sad summer’s over, though. I went on holiday to the Isle of Wight. I had a fair few dreams, but…I never had a chance to write them down on the mornings after, always had something I had to do, and I forgot by the time I got back to my laptop…it’s getting cold, and I miss summer. I guess I miss every summer though. Maybe winter will be nice to me? (Please let there be snow though, it’s the only way I can tolerate cold)

Port Town

Last night, I dreamt I could fly again, even if it felt more like a limitless jump than flying.

With a running jump, I exited the atmosphere, and saw the stars, the sun, the universe; most interesting was a giant planet right behind the earth, unseen from my home country, orbiting the earth around the sun in a new binary system. The planet was ten times larger than Earth, though there were very few lights on the continents of the new planet, mostly around the coast. I felt my feet touch down on the planet’s atmosphere, and…it was solid, almost like perfectly transparent glass. I slid right off the atmosphere of the planet, right back down into the earth’s atmosphere.  Continue reading

Audio – Song of Storms

(I feel like I’m being repetitive by choosing Rosetta, but…it turns out it’s been over two years since I last used their tracks. I still love Wake/Lift, so I choose this one. I’m listening to (Temet Nosce) from the same album on my fifth repeat as I type this. It’s so relaxing…on another note, no, it isn’t meant to be an Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask reference, really, but it can be one if you want.)

I have to say, for only two hours of sleeping to try and recover from illness, that left a mark on me. The third dream was the most real that a dream’s ever felt to me, from the photo-taking right down to the way I remember myself speaking. It makes me feel kinda wistful that I don’t really have any person to go on summer adventures with right now. I don’t want to feel like I’m wasting the summer, but then again, we’ve had nothing but rain for the last week or two. It’s also been a while since I ended a dream by realising I was in a dream. I remember when I was younger, realising I was in a dream would make the dream turn into a nightmare, so I learned to stop doing that…I’m seriously sad that hub/centre doesn’t exist though, since it seemed like such a cool idea. Oh well…