But when we wake. It’s all been erased. And so it seems. |
I’ve written before that I’m convinced [at least my] deja vu’s are my past dreams coming true. Part of my dream blogging is an effort to prove that. The hard thing is to separate the dreams from things that can possibly happen from the impossible, and then remember the non-remarkable dreams after waking, and the [...]
Click here to see the full textTo my mother, or my father, it’s your son or it’s your daughter |
I had a pretty wicked dream last night about my step dad, Chris. It was more like a short film itself. It took place in this old time chinese town, with a royal family. The first scene had this mother in a kimono at the door of a house on a rainy night, kissing her [...]
Click here to see the full textThe Most Beautiful Words I Never Spoke |
When the most beautiful words I never spoke, Are at the tip of my tongue and then I choke On the possibility that you might respond, And then we’ll meet, and I’ll grow fond Of the way your hair slowly covers your eye. Or the way your hand gently brushes mine. Or how the blood [...]
Click here to see the full textAwake and Dreaming |
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” – Edgar Allan Poe
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