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Category: dreams

  • cages

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    …passing through one of the seedier parts of town, I stop off to visit with an old friend from college. I’m surprised to find him here, in such strained circumstances. We sit out on his little patch of front yard and chat for a bit, but it quickly grows tiresome. He’s consumed by self-involved bitterness…

  • statues

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    …and we’re walking together, my son and my youngest daughter, on the grounds of the local university. It is late afternoon, the sun just beginning to set behind the hills. I stop for a moment to inspect a statue. My son continues on, leading his sister by the hand up the pathway. After a few…

  • a jar of mud and other fragments

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    …gathered around the table, we trade anecdotes and witty replies . . . just a bunch of guys hanging out, who also happen to be famous — all except me, of course. I can’t believe I’m here, can’t believe that everyone just assumes I belong… …he’s lying in the shore, dozing in the early evening…

  • weird stuff

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    I said to my daughter “Get behind me.” “What’s wrong?” “I’m not sure. Something weird’s going on.” “I can handle weird, dad.” I looked at her. “My kind of weird.” She got behind me. [I’m guessing at the date on this one, based on something I posted to Pinterest seven months ago. Apparently this dream…

  • thugs and church

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated May 4th, 2003] …and as I’m walking through the parking lot towards my car, I see two guys approaching — I make eye contact, just to established that they know that I know they’re there . . . One of them nods…

  • and she smiles

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    …and when I walk through the door, she’s sitting there on the couch, holding a cup of tea to her lips, one leg tucked under her, staring out the window and I stand there, watching her for a moment and she looks up and sees me, and she smiles. And I wake up.

  • nephew, demon

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated September 12th, 2001] And in my dream my three-year-old nephew [REDACTED] — plagued by depression and despair all his short little life — has finally given into his despair, twisting a length of picture hanging wire around his neck and hanging himself.…

  • the promotion

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated July 25th, 2001] Nothing good is coming… …and because my brother is being appointed to such a prestigious position as ambassador, our whole family has been invited to come and take part in the ceremony and reception.

  • the breakfast date

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated May 15th, 2001] …and I am sitting there in Nate’s diner waiting for her to arrive. Finally, my time running short, I get up to leave. At the counter, the night shift waitress turns over the reign to the day shift. Nate…

  • the girl in the warehouse

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated May 4th, 2000] …and because I have been thrown out of my house, lost any connection to my wife and children, I am living in an old building adjacent to where I work — downtown, in the old industrial district, where an…

  • blue eyes

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated September 28th, 1998] Dream of a child, born late and fully formed — with an unmistakeable look of recognition in her clear blue eyes. Another dream of a bazaar in Night City — somewhere in The Midlands, at least — and a…

  • brief despair

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated August 10th, 1998] …horrid dreams, my two children poisoned and dead in their coffins, and no one to save me from my despair…

  • flames, new and old

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated June 16th, 1998] …and, somehow, in my dreams I hear a huge crash — metal and glass — ignoring it, I dream on… …a flickering light from outside — flash of orange through the blinds — send me up to the window,…

  • home invasion

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated January 6th, 1997] I stand in the front window and watch as the car makes its second pass, making myself as visible as possible to the men inside . . . letting them know that there are people home and they’ll have…

  • the recursive old woman

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated December 6th, 1996] …I’m standing in front of a shelf full of journals and books in the dead man’s rooms. I take one down, finding [ILLEGIBLE] and poetry, handwritten recollections between the pages — it dawns on me that these are the…

  • uneasy sleep

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated April 11th, 1994] And it doesn’t get any better as the days go on. Wasted time and uneasy sleep. Like Macbeth, I have murdered the deep life — drowned by days, and smothered under chemical work and answering machines.

  • haunted

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated April 4th, 1994] Ghost dreams. Windows that won’t stay closed. Doors opening onto nothing. Tired and depressed, once again.

  • Mister O

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    Shut up in the darkness. “Leave her be, O, she’s in hell.” I demand her release from the Shadow Cupboard. A final kiss for my mistress and then I turned to look for my wife — seeing only a mad, wizened, blind creature scuttling in the darkness. Dear God. And I thought I was in…

  • wedding errand

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    Walking through a parking lot towards a line of children. Accosted, my money taken. Finally convincing them to let me go — “Please, I’m getting married today.” Amazingly — I’m released. But the ceremony has started and I’m late. Putting on a tuxedo in the great underground empire while searching for a washcloth. Sent on…

  • the blood curse

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    Blood, spelling out a hastily scrawled curse or warning: “IF YOU CONTINUE, YOU WON’T SEE THE END. IF YOU WRITE IT, IT WILL NEVER BE READ. IF YOU TELL THE STORY, NO ON WILL LISTEN.” And blood scrawling away to nothing. A moment to pause and gasp. And the voice of Constantine rises within. “You…

  • the blood curse

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    Blood, spelling out a hastily scrawled curse or warning: “IF YOU CONTINUE, YOU WON’T SEE THE END. IF YOU WRITE IT, IT WILL NEVER BE READ. IF YOU TELL THE STORY, NO ON WILL LISTEN.” And blood scrawling away to nothing. A moment to pause and gasp. And the voice of Constantine rises within. “You…

  • dust and bones

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    Dreaming of empty houses. Rooms like vaulted graves, Corners filled with dust and bones.

  • limbo

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    So I have received a dose of poison and I am slowly dying. My body is slowing down and seizing up. I can feel my muscles and joints hardening… Dying. As I’m going, my father is holding me and I’m crying. I’m asking him questions. “Will I go to heaven? Tell [REDACTED] I’ll miss her.”…

  • the three old men

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    Three old men. Drunken and cheaply dressed sit in a library and make vulgar innuendos to every girl who walks by. In the background a brass ensemble plays Cab Calloway tunes.

  • mother, father, cat

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    Do demons stand still? Can you look for them in corners or out of the way places? Do demons stop long enough for you to see them? Do demons stand near us? Where do they stand? In the dream, my house has been transformed into a filthy hole. The kitchen is a mess, bits of…