Dream Diary

Randomly updated. Taken from my journals on days where I wrote a dream down from the night before. If it’s a nightmare a heads up is given.

February 2026

The room is silent. I stand quietly and look over her still form.
Her head shaved, face bare, relaxed and empty.

The spirit is gone and the vessel is empty. It gave all it needed to. Energy passed.

Her body wears saffron robes. It is on a simple bed. There is not much in the room.

She’s a bhikkhunī nun from the Theravada lineage.

She’s empty.

I feel no fear. Just peace.

A curiosity crosses over me. There is something written on her jawline.
I come closer and lean down.
From here I can make out the small downy hairs on her upper lip and the peach fuzz on her cheek.

The words are written in small and precise script. White and chalky.

wandering Humility.

December 2025

I was finally able to get my eyeglasses prescription testing done.

The place looked unassuming from the exterior. A bland beige building with a few stairs and a long ramp to the right of them.
Inside, it seemed endless like a vastly stretching Costco warehouse with far reaching ceilings and no windows.
The receptionist had me sit down and begin to fill out paperwork with a ratty ballpoint pen.
Suddenly, there was a cold drip on the top of my head. Then my face.
I looked up and a small stream of water was raining down on me.
I told the receptionist and she quickly brushed it off until a few minutes later the roof above her caved in and a tidal wave of water blew her out of her chair.
I hurried outside and B was there.

We stood in silent shock watching the entire parking lot and buildings flood; cars floating away, some with people clutching on to the hoods.

A crowd soon gathered and almost everyone was filming with their phones.

The person next to me live streaming it with a strange AI filter that turned every person in to a cute bear.

It gave them happy plastic plastered on smiles. Those that were crying and screaming instead danced and cheered on screen.

September 2025* (Nightmare)

What happened exactly? I’m not so sure and I’m walking through an apartment or house that isn’t my own.
All I can feel is the thumping rage and a protective Lioness for once roaring forward to protect me instead of others.
I see You and I rip your face off with my bare hand.

I woke up both horrified and amazed.

March 2025

I’d held that phone in my hand for what felt like hours. Dialing the same number repeatedly. Except it won’t dial how my brain wants and knows it should.

6 turns in to 9 then in to 5. Then 8. Then 4008. 4808.008956956. 008. 8469. Endlessly.

No matter how many times I try it somehow it is wrong. Just not the right number and it’s frustrating.

B. was supposed to come pick me up from this party a long time ago.

People are hammered and saying wild things.

The living room is full of haze and a song I can’t exactly make the lyrics out to.

A boy rounds the corner clumsily, his dark jacket gleaming. His face all sharp angles. He sees me and smiles wickedly.

There you are.

February 2023

We were all walking in a line up and down winding grassy hills. I saw us from up high. Slowly I floated down and in to myself; my body at first looking just like any other human ant in procession.

Once I was close enough, I saw my face. Bright, clear, smiling wide and joyful.

There was a building and it looked as if it were made of some sort of stone or crystal similar to obsidian but lighter in color – a deep but shining grey.

It stood behind where we had decided to stop.

There was a river between us and the building.

We gathered in a circle. It felt natural as my heartbeat to take the hands of the people next to me. I knew we were here for a reason.

The energy was all of us, the calling and singing deep. Shades of bright neons floating above and around our forms.

God, I thought. This is you, isn’t it?

It felt like living, joy and purpose.

Absolute and solid.

December 2022* (Nightmare)

There was a woman following me.

No, not a woman. An entity. Not belonging here fully.

The shape of a woman, dark, smudgy black and fuzzy, shaking like static.

She reached out for me. Then in to me.

There is a bright burning light inside of me, a little to the left of my center.

She wanted it desperately.

Clawing in to flesh that wasn’t really flesh in this place.

I screamed and screamed.

She would not and absolutely could not ever have that.

“God! Help me.”

And God did.

I came back to, awake and clutching at my aliveness. Grateful and so very awake.