insomnia
There’s no hopefor my longing for oblivion.the night stagnatesin dark moans,and I can’t escapeto his endless lament Hours are centuriesof blind yearning.The stopped clocklaughs at my defeatand I relapse into
Sailing
The fresh air on my face clears my thoughts. I am on the bow of a sailboat heading the open sea on a sunny day, staring at the horizon. Blue
Mom’s intriguing stories
My mom was very realistic and practical in everything. She was not a person easily fooled by stories of paranormal events. But she told me three intriguing stories: She had
I dream I can Fly
What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave
The window
Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling asleep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle
The way home
Do you remember a recent dream you had? Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today, you’re your own Freud: Tell us the dream, then interpret it
The magic window
Tel us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that. The room is full of people having fun. Drinking, laughing, talking loud. I’m