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it’s been a while, hasn’t it

It’s been a while since I’ve had dreams I remembered to a T.

I’ve had fleeting memories of dreams. But last night was the first night I actually felt they were vivid.


Let’s talk about my fleeting dream first.

If you follow my main blog, you’ll know all about Sunday guy. Sunday guy isn’t faceless guy. No. Sunday guy has a distinct face I’ve gotten to know over the course of years we’ve shared the same school and hometown.

Then one day, he stopped coming to church and my Sundays changed.

I had a dream of him. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on November 23, 2015 in Dream Diary, Dream Meanings


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dear brother – the dream

It’s been a while since I’ve dreamed of a guy around the age of the faceless man from dreams so long ago. He had dark hair, well defined jaw, and brown eyes. He was handsome and put together. Let me begin where I remember.


I was in my bedroom getting ready to sleep, but I have a headache both in dream and in sleep. So, I got up, slowly approached the door and opened it. It was around midnight because everyone was asleep except for my dad. I can see the light in the living room lit. I don’t hear anything and am caught by surprise when the dark handsome face pops out of nowhere.

“Hey,” he says.

I almost scream from the surprise.

“You can’t sleep either?”

I nod. I’m not too sure if I can actually speak or if I’m simply saying it all in my head.

We decide to go to a room where we can’t disturb anyone.

I know the house from a different dream. Every time I’m there, I’m there with family. This time, I knew the whole family was there and I knew deep in my heart, the dark handsome face is my deceased brother.

We arrived at the end of the house where I found a room full of drawing tables. It was that moment I realized, he was my brother. He is the image I have always wished him to be, someone who understood me.

We were talking together for a while before his friends and my friends I arrived. It was then that things escalated quickly. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but my brother says a few things that cause me to run. I run to another room and locked it, but it comes unlocked and he’s there. I run again, and there he is following me. This continues on. For a moment he laughs because I can’t get away, but I’m still mad at the words he said to me. So, I return to the room we came from and he calls out to me. That’s it, I’ve had enough and I shout at him.

I tell that it’s not like I don’t love my siblings, that I don’t love them that I’m the way that I am. I cry and my friends take me away to comfort me.

I remember, he looked so sad as he looked my way.

I don’t know if it matters, but the friends I was with are friends I haven’t seen in a long time. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on September 26, 2014 in Dream Diary, Dream Meanings


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the not so happily ever afters

In the land so close to the coast, you could see the waves crash against the sandy beaches from the terraces of the mansion where tea parties are frequently held. But today was not a day for celebration. Thieves from the bordering country have found their way in and threaten the peace they have gotten used to.

Panicked, the guardian, you, rushes across the land of sandy beads with a message of caution for the mansion.

You run past the garden of greens with sister and mother right behind and take the transportation most often used. It is packed and refuse to go after only a mile.

A man sat beside you, his wife across. They are not so well informed and you tell them to brace themselves though you are not so keen to the familiarity they then demonstrate. People start to disappear and you don’t wonder as much as you wonder about the unmoving vehicle.

You are transported back to the sandy ground, now turned hills of dirt. Little boys are running around and you recognize one of them. You give them warnings that they take lightly though they turn towards the mansion, most likely thinking of refuge.

You run, leaving your sister and mother to another home and you no sooner arrive at the mansion where you are met with the caretaker. She tells you she cannot leave the child even if it meant risking all their safety, so you volunteer to take her in. The female child is after all your niece and everyone’s safety lies in your decisions.

Micah is the name of the child. She runs as soon as she is given the chance, not to be a trouble child, but the simple opening of freedom excites the young babe.

You are taken by surprise and a rush of adrenaline pushes you to chase after.

Upon retrieving the little girl, you are immediately met with someone who reprimands you. You are offended and verbally defend yourself. She knows nothing compared to you and she knows that as much as you.

You return Micah to the mansion and calmly tell her that she many not to that again.

For some reason, you are confident that the home is one of the safest places there is and you leave her there to help defend the tea party which has already been set and people you did and didn’t know are already gathered at.

Someone looks at you familiarly. You smile and say, take these candles, they will provide protection. Light them for that is how they work.

Another extends a helping hand and begins to round the party with candles in hand.

You do the same. You are met with people you have never seen yet are quite familiar. You continue to give the tables candles of all shapes and sizes, making sure that they are lit and taken care of. There is no room for mistake and you are unwilling to be the one at fault by the end of it all. So you round the perimeter more than twice and tackle the center once.

All the while, the lighter you were using to light the candles was lent to you by a woman you knew only in a book you read not too long ago. Yet she exists as much as you, heart and soul so real and warm.

The same person from before meets your gaze and tells you, one candle refuses to be lit. You wonder where the lighter is. You look around and she catches your frantic looks.

Here, she calls out and tosses you the shiny silver gear-filled lighter. It was beautiful and cool to the touch.

You have difficulty sparking the lighter and hand it over to the third person. He has difficulty as well.

Worried for your safety, they push you towards a table, but you too are troubled for them and insist they find protection though only the third is whisked away into another table.

Your eyes widden as the things you feared arrive and begin to roam through the aisles of the tables, frightening guests and residents alike. They are opaquely white and eyes hollow like ghosts of cartoons, but they are as sinister as the ghouls of the past.

The incident ends though not many of you can recall. You are all inside the palace after a much deserved rest.

You are not awake when a girl runs through the dining hall, bleeding. She collapses to the floor, her beautiful red hair falling on her face as she does. She is desperate to get out of there, regret and shame washing over her every being. She is pregnant and unwilling to give birth. She cries in agony from physical and emotional pain.

A man arrives clad in prince-like garments. He catches her leaving and wonders why such a beauty was now on the run.

She tells him; she is pregnant with a man’s child, a man she did not love. She tells him that she fears that she must marry that man now despite the lack of love. She tells him that she has yet to fall in love.

He offers it to her, love that is.

She refuses for love is not so easily found.

The scenes change and you are still not awake.

The two are walking in what seems to be the aftermath of the attack. Water flowed freely within the garden of greens and created a new lake in the center where pillars have fallen to the ground. They stand on shallow watery ground and discuss things that have come to pass.

She is no longer pregnant.

“Can you walk on water?” She wonders.

He turns to her, “why yes.”

He demonstrates to her that he was indeed walking on water now.

“No, I mean there,” she gestures towards the deeper end.

He is curious for a moment about the possibility, but lets her take his hand. It seems some impossibilities were possible as long as he was with her.

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Posted by on August 17, 2014 in Dream Diary, Dream Meanings


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I am old man

There have been consecutive days where I’ve dreamed, but couldn’t quite remember them after waking up. I’d like to think that it’s because I haven’t been eating and sleeping well.

I think, I’ve dreamed about competitions and saving the world multiple times during the many forgettable dreams. Today as well, I had a dream about having super powers- not me per se, but the characters in my dreams.

Super speed, super jump? Anyway, there were these two kids who got into trouble and had to run away and they had shoes that let them do that. As they ran away, they passed by their sister who was genuinely concerned for them. What surprised me is that the POV through out the whole thing is constantly jumping, meaning my consciousness is moving from one character to another. So, first I was the brother, then the older sister, then I was an old man… yes… Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on August 6, 2014 in Dream Diary, Dream Meanings


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magic is innate

It’s a little strange dreaming of the mansion that always has magic connected to it. It’s the same mansion with the feeling of air, of freedom and magic. Other dreams only felt magical, yet this midday dreaming was filled with both good and evil magic that’s in actual not just in feel.

It began with the feeling of trying to escape from something sinister. I don’t remember if it was me that was escaping, but I know I wasn’t just running, I was a ball of light seeking something- someone and flying through the sky. I flew and flew racing through time, racing to win against the evil being. I flew until I reached the mansion from the past and reached a group of three girls looking afraid as the lights flicker to a close.

I transform from a ball of light to a little white bird to comfort them. The dark ball arrives and takes the first aggressive move. To defend them, I stretch my wings and turn into a bigger bird, but the black ball is persistent and to end it quickly, I transform into a human being.

Coincidentally enough, I turn into Nicole Kidman from her Practical Magic film. She tells them, because it’s no longer in first person, that one day, they too will become as powerful as her and that’s why they were being targeted. She told them things that made them happy and smile.

Next thing I knew after they hugged, I was me. I was heading home into that same mansion, spent a good half a day in the house and saw my brother coming home. Tried to trick him and surprise him. He asks about our dad, who was actually out in the backyard bbqing with supposed friends but were strangers to the reality me. I see three girls looking my way and my dream ends as I re-enter the mansion.

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Posted by on July 26, 2014 in Dream Diary


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