Dream Diary

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

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.