Again with the vivid... Evidence seems overwhelming that my changing positions during sleep due to my bruised ribs are causing more vivid and sustained dreaming. I have yet to have a night since the accident that I don't have some epic, wildly vivid dream. There's still a chance that it could be due to the … Continue reading Nightmares V
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Nightmares IV
I suppose it has been a while since I've written here. I'm okay. Last Thursday at around 0200, I hit my head on my tile floor and woke up bloody and bruised. I'll have a nice scar on my right brow. So, I've got that going for me ... which is nice. But, I'm okay. … Continue reading Nightmares IV
Nightmares III
Stand still while I bludgeon you with a series of sudden blog posts after a prolonged silence... In this post, we continue to explore the recurring denizens of my nightmares. We've explored the Black Dog, the Bears, the Snakes, and Xenomorphs. This time we'll look at one of the most fearsome of the recurring denizens, … Continue reading Nightmares III
Nightmares II
The denizens of my dream universe are many. Consistently, most are representations of people and entities I've actually been exposed to in waking life; however, there are some recurring entities that I have no first-hand experience of. In nightmares, that strangeness and unfamiliarity adds to the distress and terror. It's difficult for my dream self … Continue reading Nightmares II
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Recently, I have had something of a dry spell when it comes to dreams. Perhaps, though, it is just an inability to remember dreams that leaves me without something to explore in waking life. I remember bits and pieces, sometimes just the settings, but no real details. Last night, I know that I dreamed that … Continue reading Nightmares
Day Five – Wednesday’s Positronic Void
My dreams have taken a turn to the aweless waste. When formerly I could traverse the dreamscape of candywine waterfalls and purple glory sunrises with consistency, the night journeys have descended into the dimensions of the mundane. And excessively so, my waking life begins to beg the attention I normally reserve for the infinite. Long … Continue reading Day Five – Wednesday’s Positronic Void
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 