Category Archives: Dreamies

Long Strange Complicated Dream I

We’d just driven off the ferry. Some off-the-map place in Alaska, I think. The faded red truck was big, with a front seat wide enough to fit all four of us with plenty of room to spare. The tires were … Continue reading

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Troubling Dream I

I was back home, in the country, surrounded by miles of emptiness.  It was night.  I was walking my dog along the fence-line.  There was a large moon in the sky, supplying light.  From the corner of my eye, I … Continue reading

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Mom’s Empty House Dream

In the dream, my mom had been reported missing. I was in her garage. My ’69 VW Beetle was parked there, standing in a puddle of stagnant water. Her car wasn’t there. The house was a meandering single floor building, … Continue reading

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Dreams of False-Alaska

Last night I had another recurring dream of False-Alaska. Like real Alaska, False-Alaska is scenic. And there’s lots of hiking and boat travelling adventures. But it never seems to be too cold there. And the population is really booming. Once … Continue reading

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Childhood Dream III

In a jungle, luscious foliage all around. Slimey things moving among the green. We’re at some mezo-American ruin, with Tiki decorations! Flat rocks placed as a stone floor. Broken pillars that used to hold up walls and roofs. Suddenly from … Continue reading

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Childhood Dream II

An imitation of cheap animation. A group of others and I are walking along to the left. We’re centered in the frame. Behind us, moving slowly from left to right is the silhouette of passing hills. Then the frightening part … Continue reading

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Childhood Dream I

There were still bars around my bed. I was that young. This isn’t really a dream, but a waking nightmare. In the summertime night, my bedroom window was open. I kept hearing the sound of footsteps outside, muffled. Kah-thump, kah-thump, … Continue reading

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