we_wake_to_find_ourselves_locked_in_a_dream birdmad "As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough" 020810 ... Nikita the dream waves over into reality as each hour passes the dream that the dream weaver wove disintegrates into the black hole of REALITY 040225 ... thieums Sometimes I dream that I wake up, take breakfast, and go to school... And then I realize it's a dream, so I wake up, take breakfast, and go to school... But it's still a dream, so I wake up, take breakfast, and go to school... This can go on for a long while. Ultimately the day goes along nicely, but I never know whether it is reality or a dream in which I am locked up... Maybe I will wake up again soon, take breakfast, and go to school ? 040502 ... vituperus arabesque 040502 ... endless desire maybe it's because i dont feel good maybe it's because im on my period but that just makes me cry. lock me in a dream. god im barely living.i dont even write poetry anymore i just think and narrarate my life to the world i dont do anything IM SO UNPRODUCTIVE and i cant die and i cant live-- like that's something new so lock me in fucking dream before i slip into something horrible. i just feel dark and depressed and drunk as hell. 040523 ... witchesrequiem Sometimes I think the dreams follow me... Waiting for there moment to distort reality... Yet sometimes I think I may never awake from this nightmare.. 040523 ... kookaburra when i clicked on the button to take me to the internet, two windows came up. identical until you look harder. and i deleted one- and i dont know why. cuz im locked in a dream, just a silly willy dream, where the rules are never quite what they seem whenever slivers of realism begin to gleam, i know im asleep perchance to dream 040523 ... falling_alone there are days when i'm told to awake and i wake up and turn the alarm off and i dress then i'm yelled at to wake up and i'm confused and i wake but dress then i'm shook to get me out of bed and i say i've been awake and i've been dressed and i've already left. 060627 ... z my dream is all day and i awake each night to find i am yet myself in spite of my dreams and i search for a way to remain and yet i slip into sleep and my dream is all day... 060627 ... whispering shadows Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? -poe 060723 ... jane false_awakenings 080609 ... daf I kept waking up...walking to the door...touching the door knob. To the best of my recollection it must have happened at least 50 times. The last 5 or so..I began to recall the sensation of deja vu. During the final iteration..I refused to get up..changing the time line...breaking the spell. 080610 ... bird "sweep me up, o lord" 080613 ... linkage waking_life 090305 ... other kierkegaard's last words were, "sweep_me_up" 090305 ... h|s|g endless_book_of_paintings false_awakenings tunnels_in_every_direction gridlock riddle_locked 110211 ... unhinged weird_little_brain so i finally found some sex that my brain and dreams kept telling me i needed and then what happens: i'm meditating yesterday and a moan escapes my lips before i even noticed it cause i was thinking about how i got the bruises all over my shoulders and collarbone. what i know always happens when i give in to my biology; it's all i can think about. it's all i want. when i know after a few months of celibacy, the obsession and want fade into the background, quiet and buried. which is not necessarily a bad thing. 110211 what's it to you? who go blather from