I am in a high school gymnasium. Some teens are on the bleachers, talking and laughing. One beautiful boy in a green t-shirt leaps like a ballet dancer from the bleachers onto the gym floor. He is a ballet dancer. I am an observer, watching but not interacting, so it doesn't seem strange to me when the teens in the gym assemble into two groups to ( Read more... )

My dream last night was narrated by a man in pursuit of a serial killer, but when he finds the killer, the killer hypnotizes him so that he is aware but cannot move. The view shifts to first-person as the killer approaches the narrator-and the viewer (the dreamer, me)-with a hacksaw. "Do you know what they do with the pieces of your body when there ( Read more... )

I'm in a classroom. Three or four brown-haired students sit one in front of the other in a row of desks. They're characters from The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater. I haven't read The Raven Cycle, but my friends have, so I know their names ( Read more... )

I dreamt last night that there was a worm in my bedroom that grew and grew and would not stop growing. Eventually, it sprouted scales and became a snake. Then a giant snake. It quite viciously ate the wedding cake that was sitting in my room for some reason ( Read more... )

TWO NIGHTS AGO, I dreamt the apocalypse had come. It actually wasn't all that dramatic; there were a bunch of us inside my house, and I was looking out the kitchen window at the fireballs raining from the sky, thinking, "Gee, I hope my dry woody plants and backyard deck made of wood don't catch on fire." And then a swarm of hornets came (except ( Read more... )