Tag Archive: dreams

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If alien horses could talk…

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This isn’t my usual ranting.  Most of the time, there’s an edge of humor to my tirade.  But how do you find humor in a nightmare this bad?  I can’t remember the details,… Continue reading