There's always a bit of hesitation on my part when I try to get down a dream from hours past.  Some dreams are more memorable than others, and some just have more of an impact ( Read more... )

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I chose ice; you chose fire; we'll see who lasts longer.
I've preserved my bitterness, my jealousy, desire.
And you'll burn up in all the heat, the tempest of the flames.
Or so I might imagine.

Snow falls and blankets all
And holds the ground
Captive through the season.
In my dreams, I walk backwards through time
Like Merlin.

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I wake up in a hotel in an Eastern European country (let's call it Borduria).  It's an interesting hotel room, big windows, more character than you typically find in an american hotel.  I can remember the clean white sheets.  It's a corner room, with windows on each side.  I'm in this country to work there as a post-war administrator, sent to help ( Read more... )

Dream: I'm in a city, it feels like old New York City.  I have a robot wife, who doesn't know she's a robot, and we've just had a child.  There are vampire ganglords that make an appearance in the dream, memory is hazy on the threat they represent in the dream.  The thugs they employ are not vampires.  I think that I am just a regular guy, but ( Read more... )

dream #1 - I'm inside a series of rooms which are underneath a blimp - the piloting portion I suppose.  the different rooms are all seperated, and lots of high tech equipment in them, more like what you would expect from a zeppelin.  but it is a blimp.  I'm there with my best best best best friend from ages ago, and we're they're with a pair of ( Read more... )

I'm Bill Clinton, early into my first term in office.  I'm on a sidewalk, talking with people.  A crazed man in a car drives towards me fast, intending to assassinate me via vehicle.  I can't get out of the way in time, but because I'm surrounded by people, the car plows into me plus many other people.  Although I am hit, I do not die; rather my ( Read more... )

dream #1 - I'm reading a gene wolfe book, plot about a bunch of teenagers in a sort of Leo DiCaprio "the beach" situation in India.  The book is full of color images of Hindu art, particularly sculpture.  The choices are all particularly strange to the western mind.  I'm trying to figure out the author's attitude: how are these images being used?   ( Read more... )

1. I'm a passenger in a car driving with my family.  We're driving in a valley in Italy, not a valley?  On a road by a body of water: extremely curvy road, no guard rail.  Typical of Europe.  We see two cars go off the side, and we remind dad to be careful.  However, he goes off the side himself.  Thankfully, we went off in a place where the water ( Read more... )

Ramen

For the love of a good noodle
I would hear the clitter-clack
Of a pot-lid as
The steam arises,
Lifts the lid and
Threatens to scald.
For the love of a good noodle,
I would see the stove-top burn,
And learn profound regret.

a recipe

as the car drives under trees
face the camera towards their faces
let the lattice-lace of branches
pass before their eyes
as they look into our eyes
and we both
watch the trees