dream_analysis ovenbird As we were walking I said, “I dreamed that you built me a shelf for my books and I was placing volumes on this new shelf but every time I set one down another would appear.” “I wonder what that means,” he said. “Maybe that you’re willing to build a foundation to support the stories that are important to me.” “Yeah, maybe. I just thought it meant you have a lot of books.” 260110 ... raze i've always been fascinated by recurring themes in dreams. half the time i have no idea what they might be trying to tell me. but i'm convinced there's a reason certain images and experiences repeat beyond the explanation that a finite amount of raw material is being recycled and repurposed by a faceless filmmaker with no great interest in explaining their work to a captive audience. the fear of stairs that worked its way into my brain_movies long before i had any issues with them in my waking_life must have meant something. maybe it was a warning. a dim sign of things to come. maybe the monsters of my youth who were instant nightmare fuel for so_long suddenly becoming something like comrades was my mind's way of trying to imagine what might have been. or a simple side effect of softening scar tissue. there was one motif i never had any difficulty decoding. for most of my life, whenever i spoke to someone i cared about on the phone in a dream, at some point their voice would start to fade and go on growing weaker until it was gone. there would be no dial tone. no goodbye. nothing. just the awful silence that surrounds you in the aftermath of being left. spend enough years losing almost everyone and everything you've made yourself brave enough to love, and it'll start to happen even when you're asleep. 260111 what's it to you? who go blather from