You can probably tell the standard set of excuses I’m going to use for not being active, so I’ll just dispense with them for now.
The spirit seemed pretty friendly in that dream, so it’s a shame I didn’t see more of them…I’m also disappointed I don’t remember any of the locations, though looking through the window of an office in a train car and seeing the Alps was an amazing sight. The United States will seemingly always be in my dreams, though I have no plans to go back there now. I’ve been thinking of travelling to break the fatigue and ennui that seems to have onset over the last few months, but I don’t really have the money for that, so I might just go on a few big days out across my home country. That’s pretty exciting as well, though.
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Last night I dreamt I was a student at some sort of school, training people to seek out mythical creatures of all kinds; I’d specialised in ghosts and ghost-like beings, and I was given a month to bring back one such being. Most people formed into groups or partnered up with other people; I partnered up with a classmate. We agreed that we wouldn’t look for anything in particular, just that we’d try and bring back whatever we saw. Continue reading
If I remember correctly, I listened to this before I went to bed on the night
Last dreamlog on that festival, I SWEAR it!! This dream had a real “moving on” feel to it. I’m finally over the event, it seems, even if some part of my mind is already making some plans on what to do about the 2018 one.
It definitely felt strange to be in full control again in a dream. For the last year I’ve been mostly totally unaware I was dreaming, even recalling false memories in some of them. I’m not sure if I’ve ever dreamed something that close to an actual memory of mine before, though. The last day of that convention is really something. It feels sad that you’re not going to see everyone for another year (and that’s assuming you’re even going next year) yet also…happy? It’s the last day with everyone for a long time and you know you have to make the best of it. As you can tell, goodbyes and thinking about them is something I’m maybe a little too fixated on. I’m not the best at letting go, but who is?
I’m hoping for some more interesting dreams. I still can’t believe I’ve been running this blog for over 3 years. Maybe I should try to sharpen my writing again? My dreamlog style currently seems to be stuck in an awkward spot between “factual recall” and “story writing”. I’m not too bothered though.
Last night, I had yet another dream about the festival from January, but…it felt very different.
It felt like my current self. I was there, but it didn’t feel like I was really truly there: I was fully aware of the fact that I was dreaming, that every person I was was an illusion, that I wasn’t there; that it had already happened and I was living in a memory. It was over. I’d had the time of my life, and I was really back home, dreaming in my own bed. I was on the other side of the thought running through my head at the time, that some day it would all be a memory. Continue reading
I think I’ve posted that video somewhere else on this blog? My music taste always feels SO limited when I make these posts, but I SWEAR it’s not anywhere near that limited. Counting Youtube + own music library + Soundcloud + other assorted sources, I have about…15,000 tracks? Not a lot of them are stuff that really fit this blog though…too bad :(
I was surprisingly casual about the end of the universe in this dream. I like that. I’d be fine with it if that was how I’d react to it for real. I’m fairly blasé about a lot of things, so I’d hope so…a dream in which the universe is ending and I barely even care? That’s a good feeling. I know that might sound terrible, but it’s preferable to worrying myself to death.
it was a very interesting dream. It feels like Kingmaker was almost certainly named for an event it somehow played a role in, even if it never appeared in the sky. Celeste really did look fantastic though. The summer home was somehow the best part of the dream. It was so cushy…my own home seemed so cold and barren in comparison. I’m just glad to have a memorable dream. When I started this blog, my dreams were interesting enough to warrant even starting this blog, but over time, they’ve been getting less and less interesting…they’re almost 100% “days out” dreams nowadays, which is a shame. I still remember first noticing that I’d been getting less and less “flying” dreams. But I’m okay with it.
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Last night I dreamt I lived on an Earth in a corrupted timeline, a universe that only had a month left before the end of time.
There existed three large moons around the planet; Luna, Celeste and Kingmaker. The existence of Luna was standard, though Celeste and Kingmaker were both unique to this Earth; I didn’t know how either of them had gotten their names, but it was told that they would only appear in the sky near the end of the world. What this meant was a complete mystery to everyone and what to do about it even more so, but in this dream it fell down to me to do something about it. I wasn’t sure how or why, but deep down something told me that it was up to me to fix this universe to keep it in existence using the appearances of the three moons in existence. Continue reading
Korean girl groups aren’t really something I listen to, but this was one of the videos I was shown by someone and I’m fairly sure this was the group performing in my dream, hence why one of the people I was with was so eager to dance.
Yep, you guessed it; I’m STILL having dreams influenced by the festival I went to at the start of this year.
I live a fairly uninteresting life, so you have to give me at least that a festival like that would be the highlight of my year. This year I didn’t go to so many live shows at that festival, but I do remember seeing a really great live band with a friend and dancing until late-ish (my flight home was the following morning, so only around 1:30am). It always feels great to cut loose and just dance until your body can’t take it any more, even if you know you’ll be paying for it for the next week.
Sorry if this seemed kind of snippy. There were other parts of the dream I eventually decided to cut, and it’s fairly late right now, so maybe I’m a bit tired. I don’t write as much as I used to…shame :( I still do have a lot of ideas. I guess I’m going to spend every May from here on wishing I could do Story A Day, but not doing it. Life gets tougher.
I guess I still seem kinda snippy in this post? Sorry, sorry. I can’t help it. I guess I’ll end it here then. Goodnight!