The Dream Journal

Defense

“If we’re going to die, I want to be holding your hand,” I said.

Good Morning

We were walking, a hike but suburban — Emily, Ava, Naomi, and I. The others were lamenting the lack of sun as if it were a physical representation of a lack of joy in the world. The road we walked down — now that I think about it, unfamiliar — felt like Dubuque Street on the way out of town. It looked…

Sleep Paralysis

We were walking, a hike but suburban — Emily, Ava, Naomi, and I. The others were lamenting the lack of sun as if it were a physical representation of a lack of joy in the world. The road we walked down — now that I think about it, unfamiliar — felt like Dubuque Street on the way out of town. It…

A Requiem For What Could Have Been

a poem

A Literal Dream House

A dream report

LSD Lased Job Interview

A dream report

Styx

I walk through a blank landscape. Nothing surrounds me. Everything is silent, muted, and grey, with the plain, achromatic landscape sporadically…

Gazing Into The Abyss

Introspecting on the darkness inside

A Barbed Ending

The dead were the least of my concerns