Tag Archive: dreams

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Parasite vs Sunlight

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  Woke up with a hog dog in my bed, and these words in my head:   Sunlight, parasites and birds of paradise. (You’d think my brain could at least get the song(s)… Continue reading →

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Half-baked dreaming

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Doesn’t it just BITE when you dream about cookies in the shape of countries and none of them are right? There I was, looking at the USA on a cookie sheet and only… Continue reading →

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Not the smartest rat in the maze

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All right. Here I am again, God, typing in the dark.  I have my green tea with mint, a block of Muenster cheese, and a drenched Coon cat on my lap.  I think… Continue reading →

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Looking for Answers

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Here I am again, God, looking for answers while burning my mouth with peppermint tea.  The self-impaling mind has been on overdrive recently.  Your light sensitivity is on overdrive, too.  You’re sitting at… Continue reading →

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Dreamversations (i.e., typing at myself again)

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All right. I have the lights off and I’m trying to think things through again. Don’t hurt yourself trying to think. That was cruel. No.  Really (as you would say). Remember when you… Continue reading →

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A Maze of Conversation

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This time I’m up a 3am.  Are you there, God? Always. I’ve turned off the monitor screen and the light.  I had another dream of being lost.  When you have enough of those… Continue reading →

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Here I am again…at 4:30am

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Here I am again, God.  In the dark asking…Asking… It’s 4:30am.  Why the hell are you up? Is there a hell, God? Your father used to say, “The only hell is the one… Continue reading →

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Conversations with earthworms

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Here I am again, God. In the dark asking…Asking.. For help? No. Guidance. If I’m asleep, why… You’re asking for truth. I am the way, the truth, the light… I can’t tell up… Continue reading →

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Riding my twilight

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Punctuality; punctuated emotions trying to survive. . Equilibrium; hiding in synaptic caves hunts dreams in the night. . Evolution shouts; “personal apocalypse,” riding my twilight. <_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_> Imagine you’re having a dream.  One of… Continue reading →

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The Spirit of Dreams

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If you read my last blog posts  (“I never hug the Ominous” or “If Alien Horses could Talk”),  It’s apparent that my Dreamworld is, for lack of a better word, fubarred.   Trying… Continue reading →