creative writing – Anachronistic Dreamer

[DREAM JOURNAL] 4

January 7, 2023

Buzzing. I think it came from the lights. Do lights buzz? I find myself in front of my dresser. I look into the mirror but I don’t see my reflection. I also don’t see my (kikay) stuff on top of the table. I am annoyed. I call out to my Mother. Silence. I call out again. Odd. I don’t hear my voice. I notice the lights. Why are they on? I know I turned them off before I went to sleep. Sleep. I’m sleeping? Yes, I’m asleep. This is a dream.

I saw myself flickering white like a flame fading in and out of consciousness. I was getting pulled towards the bed, my body folding into a sleeping position. It was dark. I tried to speak. I heard myself groan. I tried to move. I sat up. I shouted but there was no…

Like a flock of birds, a barrage of black numbers and triangles attacks my vision pushing me supine onto the bed. I’m still asleep? Wake up, myself! I cry out breathy grunts, each one more forceful after the other. I will my left arm to move. Move muscles, move! I cry out louder and louder still, and then…

I awoke. 4:40 am.

xxx

P.S. Nothing like a f*cked up dream to force me out of writing hibernation. I blame the “Better Call Saul” finale!

[DREAM JOURNAL] Lucid Dreaming

November 27, 2019

Someone was watching me.

I opened my eyes and knew I was dreaming. “Next will be the hallucinations“, I heard myself think. A person was in front of me. A gray blob of a somewhat familiar person. Before I could make out its features, I was falling.

What felt like falling looked like the illusion created by flipping pages containing the same image. As the pages flipped, I was free-falling but the mass was coming closer and closer. Not getting any clearer though.

I tried to turn my body and willed myself to awaken- a trick I’ve learned in the past. To no avail, it took my right hand. Or maybe I reached out. I could feel the sensation of prickling needles spreading through my hand. My mind believed my hand was being eaten. I had a feeling I will be devoured entirely.

I could feel my breath quicken and my heart beat fast. Again, I willed my actual body to turn and wake up. I felt desperation to get away. Over and over, I thought to myself, “Wake up!“. Just as I felt the prickling was about to spread to my arm, darkness came.

And I fell asleep. xxx

[DREAM JOURNAL] Snakes and Waves

January 08, 2015

A snake slithers amidst people, tables and chairs. It was looking for its target and somehow, I knew the target was me. I watch as it undulated across the floor, tongue flashing and striking at anything that moved. Every time it approached, I felt fear and hurriedly avoided it.

The room the snake and I were in was familiar however, it lacked the certainty that it was the same place I was familiar with from my memories. I knew the people there as well and at the same time I didn’t. The only things that were certain was that the snake was there to bite me and I was there to avoid it.

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[DREAM JOURNAL] SCISSORLOCK

3 AM.

It was the usual scene I see when I wake up from sleeping- the ceiling above me and the brightness from the fluorescent light which I never turn off whenever I go to bed.

Strangely, despite the awareness that I was seeing something, my eyelids were still closed. I tried opening them but they were so heavy as if weights were applied to clamp them shut. The result was similar to fighting against my eyes closing in class, trying hard not to fall into a sleep when I’m actually halfway there.

My cellphone rings and somehow without moving and actually seeing my phone, it is beside my ear- an assumption really. I hear a girl’s voice saying ‘tuma-ting-ting-tic-tic-tic…’, with the voice gradually turning into the tick-tick-tocking of a clock. Suddenly, it felt like I moved away from the sound though I didn’t move an inch from my place. Maybe it was the sound that moved away.

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[DREAM JOURNAL] Memories and Pieces

Date: September 20, 2008

Time: 4:00 – 6:00 am

My vision was blurred. I took off my glasses realizing then that the lenses were fogged. I reached down taking the edge of my shirt using it to wipe off the condensation that formed on my lenses. (I was aware of wearing clothes though I could barely feel them. For whatever reason, I never noticed neither did I think it important to know what they looked like.)

I put my glasses right back on only to find my vision still blurred. Suddenly, the right lens fell off the copper-tinted metal frame. I held out my hand in reflex hoping to catch it before it reached the floor- which I did; however, the crushing pressure from my fingers as my hand closed around it broke it instead. I opened my hand revealing two fragments of the broken lens. I tried bringing them together hoping somehow that they’d be able to glue themselves back then replaced it onto the frame. It fell again; still broken. In the midst of all this peculiarity, I recalled a memory- the contents of which recount the experience I had of purchasing the said lens not so long ago.

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[DREAM JOURNAL] I Was A Backpacker…

I was a backpacker in this very unfamiliar familiar world. I received a call from an acquaintance to go meet her with other friends, the purpose of which I can no longer recall. So while carrying this huge backpack, I made my way to wherever that person was and I was sure I wasn’t coming from home. I only walked. Somehow I was sure the environment then was school though it didn’t really look it.

Two intersecting roads appeared and there was also a stoplight. I crossed a road walking straight.

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