I was stupid enough to mention that I used to have a dream journal, and you were smart enough to find it. That’s +10 points for you. I'm glad you people are interested in my story, but it's getting a little bit creepy ( Read more... )

Four minutes left to enjoy life. Nothing takes your place after this, so you have to do everything now that you were ever meant to. Three minutes to finish loving everyone and everything. Quit thinking about it and make something happen. Two minutes. You’re wasting time worrying about how many minutes you have left. You've only got a minute ( Read more... )

The walls bent and rippled. I think I was half awake. I watched the wall closely. I studied the texture. Suddenly, ink began to form, and the wall was now a sheet of paper. I couldn’t see what was being written. My focus shifted to study the eyes of the person writing. I couldn’t see who it was. The blue dream started.

I am alone in a world screened in blue. I walk along a cobblestone path past massive, angular houses built on stilts and massive platforms. I can see for miles ahead but not where I’m going. The houses are then far behind me, and the path I travel turns into a river. Light reflects off of the water's surface and comes up to surround me, and it ( Read more... )

There was cake all over the floor, and everybody saw it. They refused to acknowledge it because nobody wanted to be the one who had to clean it up. Every now and then somebody would hold up a new cake, but they always got smacked down. I couldn’t see who was doing it. Everyone just stood around staring at the dirty floor, waiting for somebody else ( Read more... )

I was tangled in a blackberry bramble. I tried to stay completely still. I didn’t want to make a sound, for fear that I would burden somebody with having to rescue me. I watched people pass me as I wept as quietly as I could.

I didn't come here for the community, so before you hit that 'add as friend' link consider that some people really do want to be left alone.