dreams ...? are they really what you want? 010303 ... silentbob i don't know why the room is leather that's why it's a dream 010303 ... flogging molly if there's one thing I have said it's that the dreams I once had now lay in bed 010729 ... spoons Shattered dreams and wandering souls this meaningless life death takes its toll let it pass us by living life, this lie is there a reason why i try? 011219 ... spoons Shattered dreams and wandering souls this meaningless life death takes its toll let it pass us by living life, this lie is there a reason why i try? 011219 ... cube I confess that i don't take much stock in dream analysis. Sleep must be the time when the brain cleanses itself. Perhaps that is why we feel so invigorated in the early morning. This process of cleansing must be generating dreams as a by-product. That is not to say that i don't believe in a controlled dream state such as the sorcerer Carlos Castenada and his mentor Don Juan embrace. I am also certain that this is a place where the neophyte can lose his soul. 011220 ... tina last night i dreamt that there was a girl crying in the bathroom and i wanted to help her. she was tiny, maybe under five feet tall and she held my hand and thanked me for following her to the door. she had long blonde hair and a light green cell phone that she left in my bag. there were no numbers in the phone book except for "god's" i didnt know how to give phone back to her so i called the number and a boy with an english accent answered. he told me to walk, and i did. for days. but i never found the girl. i wonder who she was. 011220 ... cube tina, Perhaps the intent of your dream was to search for God, not the little girl. Of course, as somebody who confesses to not believing in dreams, i am eminently unqualified to comment ... 011221 ... pralines&cream I don't want what I dream What I dream is in the past, slowly being forgotten day by day by day replaced with you, always you, I want you in my dreams, I want him out. 020115 ... marcus what are these things that leave as we enter that wander in, unannounced and exit before we have a chance to interact to converse to, that is to say, dream 020118 ... the eye as sweet as the icing on a cake 020118 ... James T. McRae I had a dream last night. I don’t know where I was but I was inside a very large room, ambient blue lighting all around with a there was a raised platform with the most beautiful girl on it, she was posing like Kate Winslet on Titanic when he draws her. I walked up to her and she was absolutely perfect in every way. We talked; her voice was like a thousand songbirds, a harmony of strings. She smiled, the most perfect smile. We kissed, my life felt full of beauty as if it had been somehow enriched by this single kiss. She smiled again and I knew she was content. I brought my hand up and ran it over the side of her face slowly and then through her long hair. Her face was so immensely soft. Time seemed to slow down every movement was slow and gentle. Her eyes starred as if looking through me, inside to see the heart that beat with such force for her. I gently ran my hand over her face once more and we kissed again. The dream seemed to fade and I woke up gently. I would give anything to be back there with her. To live a life of fantasy, to personify the dreams is now my fantasy. I want to go back, the beauty, the harmony. I have an image of her in my mind, an image that will never fade. I am nothing without her. Shattered dreams of yesterday lay distant on the floor I long to be back in that place and to hear your voice once more My heart is yours forever, with you I truly flew You surpassed all the loves, that I ever knew And while, our hearts burning with love-fuelled fires For fleeting hours you personified desire And now I ache for my dreams to take flight And together we shall walk into eternal night 020204 ... coil in dreams i'll walk with you in dreams i'll talk with you in dreams in love's secret domain... 020205 ... Webley Are the memories of the day your instinct chooses to forget for they are not neccessary to your survival 020414 ... josie turn your head and see me, glance and say hello, killer smile radiates, why do feel this so? (dooodiidooodiidooo..) ..and anyone could tell, you think you know me well, close your eyes and see me, 'cause you don't know who dreams, you don't know who dreams. (a simple song i wrote in yr 10) 020612 ... Sonya Dark brown eyes slowly open to a tummy growling for... a slice of angelfood cake, a couple of crimson strawberries, and a playful hug. A feeble mind starts to swirl... visions of mobs of black kittens, a scarlet blouse, a pair of jeans, and a patch of flowers take the stage. Catastrophe in a supermarket makes a typical shopping trip suicidal. Riiiiiinng! Time to get up! 020612 ... jane mine are becoming more and more lucid i hate to wake i want to sleep again i wait all day to rest my eyes 021203 ... blue star the weird ones always come true. Mine have been weird for days now. I'm scared. 021204 ... kerry last night i dreamed i threw a party and audrey was the only person who came. and she was 30 minutes late. before i woe up, we spent a few minutes trying to decide on music and reading old christmas cards. bleh. 021204 ... kerry *woke 021204 ... DammitJanet standing in silence with hatred in our eyes. i keep egging him on. i push him. he shoves back. i push him even harder. he hits me. i yell at him more, my voice cracking with rage. the only reason to fight any more is just to fight. bruising, tearing, breaking, blood. it's happened again. i'm happy. 021222 ... amy we've been taught to ignore them. first cleanse. then dream, it won't take you away it will bring you back to where you want to be... yesod means "foundation". some have taught to instead seek higher reality. does that work for some people and not for others? i see many truths here. people have all sorts of different needs. 030105 ... vega seem to fucking suck lately. 030524 ... Heffable Horralump "Dreams are the touchstones to our soul" -Henry David Thoreau 031215 ... Bread Dreams are for those who sleep 031216 ... samsonhead lucid dreams, lucid dreams ahoy me matey lucid dreams. you can do what you wish, if you wish what you do, so remember while you lie in bed at night. lucid dreams, ho! 050403 ... lotuseater the pineal gland excretes small ammounts of DMT into your brain during the dream-state. remember that next time you wonder why that dream was so weird... 050403 ... flux i've discovered a doorway. but it's not the sort that i get to open, actively. i've got to wait for it to come to me. 050404 ... obnubilate Am I happier to live, to dream, to nightmare, or to sleep in oblivion? 051204 ... tilt i've been remembering them more recently. huh. 060115 ... tilt remembered. sharpe 060203 ... James T McRae Looks back at what he wrote and shakes his head in shame. 060203 ... no reason my dreams of you are always incomplete 060701 ... AfPRicochet MVP my dreams are becoming more and more realistic. so much so that it's becoming a greater fear that i won't be able to establish the difference between my dreams and reality soon. 060702 ... o n m nightmares you are in sao paulo i am in the mountains and i can't hear you talking 100126 ... nr i've been wondering if one's mood while falling asleep can affect the content of their dreams 160526 ... unhinged dream yoga 160527 ... unhinged pointless 160623 ... raze i think they're trying to kill me. 220401 ... kerry everyone’s in on the joke but me, and i know it but can’t do anything about it. i am the punchline. surrounded by sneering ghosts from my past, i pretend to laugh it off as my clothes disappear from my body. i cross my arms against my chest like a corpse set out for viewing–grotesque, real but not, and they all can’t help but look. i wake up gasping and tell them about my fear and they say, “that was no dream.” i hear my parents arguing about their infidelities, their voices sound bitter and inhuman, just like they way they talk about their exes. (his remained inexplicably framed in the gallery wall in my grandparents’ house, kept arriving in the mailbox in the form of junk mail though she’d never lived at our address) (hers died in a bathtub, miserable and alone, the way he’d lived) i watch them spar and can’t decide whose side to take (i know somehow i’ll choose him) my mother and i are in the car at night in the rain, and i say terrible things to her, like i had as an adolescent: “i can’t believe you’re my mother” and “you’re both absolutely disgusting” and i mean it. “ouch,” she sighs. she brushes me off like dandruff, sure i’ll eventually grow out of my anger and slink back to apologize. i look at my watch to check my age: 18. “you can’t punish me anymore. you can’t do anything to me.” it’s a threat, a shining knife that i wave in her direction. “your dad and i talked about that,” she says, smirking, her eyes on the road. “you’re wrong.” 220402 ... kerry i called you and before i even had the chance to ask about the happy ruckus in the background, you said you weren’t who you’d pretended to be. you were someone else entirely, and i only knew your shadow. it had taken me so long to muster the courage to call, and it was the first time i’d heard your voice. the first time you heard mine. i needed some comfort, some reassurance, and thought you’d understand. fooled ya, you said, laughing. hey what’s the matter, kiddo? don’t you have bigger fish to fry? 220402 ... tender_square he said he was at our home but i wasn’t there and a construction crew arrived and began to excavate the front yard. when he confronted the workers, they insisted that he had approved the work already. “we sent you the information,” they said. and he denied it, was certain he had never agreed to have the property dug up in this way. he said there was a basement below, a finished one, but it wasn’t clear if this was connected to the house or separate or whether the work was to connect the room to the rest of the house, underground. he thought it was about the collective unconscious and the society’s advancement of the practical, that it was being forced upon him. i suggested that perhaps the message was about becoming more grounded. “the workers had their kids on site with them and they were being loud,” he complained, “they didn’t care about what i wanted.” i couldn’t tell him that my absence in his dream was a future foretold, that that he may not have agreed to the work, but that life would force it upon him, the act of go deeper within himself to what was already ready when it was time. 220605 ... raze i want to tell them what to show me tonight. but i know it doesn't work that way. 221009 ... tender_square when i can't recall them, the ground gives way beneath my feet. they aren't nonsensical movies the mind conjures, they're another angle of living with eyes closed, in full surrender. it's a little like dying, this absence of image and light, sound and sensation. i wake lost and groping for symbols to hold against the sunlight, deciphering directions and intentions. 230530 ... raze it's been a long time since i woke up remembering nothing at all. years, maybe. 230927 what's it to you? who go blather from