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Sharing Dreams: Entry #45

From an unknown person.

“My dream: I was in a hotel room with wallpaper and two queen beds. On each was an unidentified politician, men in their late 50s or early 60s. One wanted me to give him a blow job. The other wanted to have sex with me. I didn’t know if I wanted either.

Other info: I had recently received my voter registration in the mail.”

Anonymous asked: Why can't you submit anonymously?

because that’s what asking is for.

Best dream ever

I had a dream that Dexter was holding me!!!! The was a murderer out and about and he was protecting me.

Sharing Dreams: entry #44

“so. i’m off at college and for the past four nights i’ve been having dreams that I keep missing my flight home to portland. I leave on the 1st of December to come home for winter break, and as the day approaches my dreams are getting more and more frantic and frustrating. I am constantly trying to get to the airport, but whenever i get to look at a clock it is always two or three hours past my planes departure.. I don’t know what this could mean, but I was reading that you are a “dream master” and i would like your input :-)

more details:
-there are usually a male friend there, “helping” me pack but it seems they are actually slowing me down. the male person will also promise me that it’s all going to be okay and they will help me catch my flight.
-the dream feels very dark and i am constantly running around or waiting on people to move out of my way.
-i always have a green suitcase (light green, idk if this is important)

and i always wake up feeling stressed an hour or so before my alarm goes off.. any ideas i will greatly appreciate!”

*** The only person that can put meaning to your dream is yourself. Because your dreams are essentially your mind and thoughts and opinions and desires and stresses and whatnot… my opinions, thoughts, desires and stresses are completely irrelevant when it comes to your dreams. What you think your dream means is exactly what it means. I can’t put meaning into your dream because your dream is not my own. 

Sharing Dreams: entry #43

From Jordyn with love:

“Last night I had a dream that I was at an art exhibit inside someones house and every room was a different display. I was taking a shower in one room and there was a bunch of different people watching me because they thought it was part of the exhibit. It was mostly girls watching me and they kept trying to start conversations until I got too uncomfortable and left te room.”

Sharing Dreams: entry #42

Two amazing dreams from Cyrus Lampton. Enjoy
Recently I got a tooth infection and have been taking a ton of antibiotics and pain killers. This kinda just makes me wanna sleep all the time, which in turn means a ton of dreaming.  The night I started taking the oxicodine, (I had laying around from my previous injury, I’m not so much into taking pain killers for recreational purposes), I had some of the weirdest dreams I have had, probably ever.

1. I open my eyes and see a clock twenty feet in front of me. I can’t see what the time is but for some reason start feeling the sensation of being late and immediately stand up and start walking into what appears to be a kitchen. I walk in and wash my hands as the sunlight pours in from outside. The clock is ticking loudly from the next room, and with every tick and tock the room shakes ever so slightly. I notice the salt starting to wiggle off the table. I go to reach for it but suddenly can’t move. My mind jumps to a forest where there is a burning stump. I stare at it for a slight second and then I am thrown back into the kitchen. I can move again, and as I reach for the salt I feel myself falling. The chair that was once beneath me is now below me floating 300 feet over the giant blue ocean below. As I touch the salt I begin to fall with the chair. The falling sensation is not present but I am aware that I am falling and then, snap! My dreaming becomes mildly lucid for a second and I start to go back the forest. I see the light from the burning tree trunk and then I am brought back to the cruel, cold, dark basement of reality. My tooth still hurting.

2. I was having a hard time going to sleep because I kept having feelings that something was in the room with me and that it, (whatever it was) was distressed. The only way I was able to fall asleep was to cover my head with my blanket and turn on music. I wake up in the dream and I come up from under my covers. There is a smell of rubber and cigarettes and the heaviness of the room is lifted. I sit in my bed for a moment and notice that the music was different than the music I put on for sleep. Old big band songs were coming from my record player and my room was full of light. The light is coming from a window on a wall in my room where there is usually an empty frame. I get up and walk to it and as I walk towards it I see a figure walking from the other side. I squint but can’t make out who it is, even as I get closer I can’t see any better what the figure looks like, it just kept getting bigger. I smell liquor and feel grass on my feet. The figure calls out to me in a very serendipitous voice, “who’s killing us?” I don’t reply. “do you grow the ground?” I don’t reply. “feel something already!”, It yells at me. I stand calmly and wait for the object to get closer and then it stops. It reaches out it’s hand through the window and gives me some sort of indication to follow it. I grab it’s hand and loose myself in a vortex of dreams. One after the other, I spiral through at least twenty dreams before, again, I am awaken to the cold, dark basement of reality. My tooth feels better today.

Maybe the man on the moon is a self portrait of your second cousin
Maybe not, maybe its the painting of your soul, up there in the moon
Never ending eye sight across the universe and all that might be
And all that could be, maybe.
Hello, everything.

However, If your 3 eyed monster of perception got caught in the atmosphere 
And looked down on earth,
Well what might go wrong if you opened your eyes
Car crashes hurt my eyes, if the world was in view, imagine what you might witness
Explode into tears and cry big fat rain for the chaos of mankind.
Forever look down on me and frown.
I’m sorry.

What if your multieyed face landing on the planet of a crazy man’s mind
Amazing swirls of brain waves and
Action packed dreams full of 
Blue and red and green and orange monsters and Easter eggs.
Again and again ripples of extraordinary thoughts ruin “normal” stuff.
Goodbye sane world, enter his.

Boom and your pupils of all three eyes explode 
Stumbling around with funny colored eye sockets,
Around the walls in which you build for yourself.
Big huge walls.
And now you can’t see.

On the sunnyside of life

My eyes are burned from toxic smiles full of

Bleach and peroxide

And whatever else is in crest white strips.

Right now I’m stuck in a perma frown

Along with those botox addicted ladies trying to get rid of it.

I’m stuck in this bubble of smoke and I like the way

I can’t breathe

I’m trapped in a glass box

And I’m throwing stones

And they’re coming back and hitting me in the face and kidneys

The glass is pretty thick.

My skin is pretty thick

My skull is pretty thick

And I’m thinking and my thoughts are tumbling and twisting and thrashing

And talking.

I’m talking to myself.

I’m wedged between the two fat sweaty bodies

Of those I hate

And those I distrust

In other words…

I’m wedged between two mirrors.

I see myself

Clear as a bell I see myself.

And I’m a mess.

I wish I could scream but I would probably startle

Myself in the making.

Coral reef might feel nice to sleep on.

It might wake me up and realize my dreams aren’t

What’s in front of me now.

You stood still
As you always do.

Green eyes clear, steady

Looking directly at me
Reflections of the doors behind me.

Before I never saw your eyes.
They were hidden in

The darts. Too fast to catch
For a moment,

A second.

As our faces do their daily dance
Of moving closer
To only have our lips touch.
I notice you don’t close your eyes.

The eyes I’ve never indulged in,

Indulge me.

I stare into them for too long

See too much of you
You flush in red.
Our thoughts intude one anothers for a moment,

One moment.

We timidly kiss.

It softens me.

My hand waves as

My eyes dart out of the way.

I feel yours searching

Reaching.

And I turn to leave.

You leave short after.

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