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Aw, thanks. I try to use my dreams to practice my writing in whatever tiny ways, so I'm glad there are people like you who enjoy reading my dream journals here.
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Dreamed I was in a car driving along the muddy edge of a large, swampy pond enclosed by grey walls on a warm summer day. The surface of the green waters bulged with movement, and shattered to reveal a giant boar the size of a hippopotamus, tusks like ivory scimitars, its fur grassy with moss.
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Time & time again. Dreamed I was trying to get out of a hotel with fellow guests as it was overrun by the turned in a zombie/rage pandemic. These infected had a vicious way of killing--digging into mouths to pull out throats. The terror was palpable. Each time they reached us, time reset, a loop.
Indrapramit Das@indrapramitdas.bsky.social
Dreamed again of time disturbed--waiting for a temporal storm by a broad river, its glitching approach visible to me when I looked at the city across the river, above which hung a reversed mirror image of the same city, two horizons meeting the stormy sky as if I stood on a looped image of reality.
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Dreamed again of time disturbed--waiting for a temporal storm by a broad river, its glitching approach visible to me when I looked at the city across the river, above which hung a reversed mirror image of the same city, two horizons meeting the stormy sky as if I stood on a looped image of reality.
Indrapramit Das@indrapramitdas.bsky.social
In this city by the sea (also pixellated like the sky), I met a young, fresh-faced Tom Hardy in a (grey) suit, and explained to him that my travelling to this past proved that all of spacetime existed as one constant despite our linear paths through it. He seemed convinced.
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Dreamed I travelled to the past, though in some alternate river of spacetime, to a city under a grey and pixellated sky, where the crosswalks were living creatures (with a specific name I've forgotten) burrowed into the road, ready to carry you away on their striped backs should vehicles not stop.
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Dreamed I was a university student trying to get to a talk Steven Soderbergh was giving. Kept getting lost trying to navigate the vast & labyrinthine hall, dim with afternoon shadows, its walls and stairways encrusted with antique paintings & statues that danced & whispered just out of sight.
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Dreamed I was in a countryside green under a summer day, when all of it--people, cars, houses, cattle--flew up into the sky, where a vast, endless inverted well or tunnel had appeared, an un-moon, a titanic concrete mouth sucking up the world below like a black hole. A rapture of sorts.
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Dreamed I was in the verandah of a crowded villa, beyond the garden wall a mysterious military base. A large explosion billowed from beyond the wall into a cloud of reddish-black smoke. When the smoke dissipated, a translucent, classical UFO saucer-shape hovered in the cloudy sky like a lens.
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Dreamed a pale spider the size of my hand, its body a mimic of a perfect rose covered in nuclear ash.
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Dreamed I was in a bus that hurtled off a cliff, tossing all us passengers out of its windows to fall like angels into a sea golden in sunlight, and a deep and beautiful blue under the surface. I cannot swim, and swam for my life.
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Dreamed I was at a party at a villa, and we were called out to a verandah high above a desert plain with mesas baking under the noon sun. In the distance, we saw a herd of bison as large as elephants running alongside elephants, their thunder trembling the world, a dust storm following them.
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UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE (2024); my kind of movie, conveying with heartwarming tactility the feeling of exploring, or returning to, a dream city, a city you have dreamed (here, a Winnipeg that isn't), where nation states, borders, time break down into the emotional truth of our communal fluidity, longing.
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Dreamed I was wrestled to the ground and in the process of being arrested by the familiarly militarized brutes of an American police force in a public restroom, possibly for being genderqueer in a toilet. I escaped & was rescued by a passing car full of friends I'd made wandering the unknown city.
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Dreamed a protracted lucid dream after ages. Started as a wedding I was attending at a hotel, in which I met old friends, all of us young & beautifully dressed, including me, my locks down to my shoulders again. Soon, I realised the hotel's chandeliered chambers were part of a great train. 1/?
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Dreamed I was walking a tunnel in the hills bordering 'Philadelphia'. We emerged from the tunnel to a view of a gigantic mural of entwined human figures carved directly into a valley, under the silvery light of a raining sky, a city encrusting the gaps between the figures rising from the earth.
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Dreamed I was in a bus and saw through the passing trees and city a giant cat as large as a blimp. No one else saw it. As we drove on over a bridge; the shaggy hump of a brindled island in the brown water, then ears rose out of the wavelets, and eyes as large as windows. A perfect loaf in the river.
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Dreamed I was at a waterfront cafe by a river at dusk, when a gigantic UFO appeared above the water, shapeshifting as it danced soundlessly through the sky like a dandelion seed on a breeze, massive and light-studded, an entire city melted into a fluid that took on different forms of spaceship.
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Dreamed I was in an English suburb drowned in torrential rain, the distant light of the sun bronzed by water and cloud. The pillar of a rainbow shimmered down from the sky and ended in the pavement a few feet from me, and divided a glowing portion of sunlight from the rain.
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Dreamed on that night of broken sleep that one of my closest friends from college was sharing a bed with me, once again inside a spire with no power, in the dark. He went to the bathroom, & returned as an invisible presence, changed & malevolent. I felt a pillow over my face, throttling.
Indrapramit Das@indrapramitdas.bsky.social
Had to wake up early for an appointment yesterday and had restless dreams of sleep paralysis in rotting, dark mansions, repeatedly waking in unfamiliar, derelict bedrooms and barely able to move, at one point a grieving woman in black wandering the manse in despair.
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Dreamed I was lying on a roof under the stars with friends. An airplane roared low above, soaring past & over the horizon. We realised as metal rained glinting from the sky that it was trailing parts. A woman's pale face, imprinted on a piece of fuselage, grew as it fell toward us smiling placidly.
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Dreamed I was an additional sibling in the MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE family, & we were alone at home and had to face off against a roaming serial killer in a white coat and glasses who'd chosen us as prey, like a horror version of HOME ALONE. Don't remember how this all ended, though.
Indrapramit Das@indrapramitdas.bsky.social
Dreamed that 00s era Bryan Cranston was a houseguest of mine, and Kolkata mosquitoes drove him into a frenzied and hilarious slapstick dance through his guest room.
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Dreamed that 00s era Bryan Cranston was a houseguest of mine, and Kolkata mosquitoes drove him into a frenzied and hilarious slapstick dance through his guest room.
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Dreamed I was exploring a city with friends, and we kept visiting an open-air restaurant at the edge of a cliff overlooking a valley, but time would reset and we'd visit it again--at sunset, blazing among the peaks, at night, in the middle of a hazy snowstorm in hot weather.
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Uncanny frisson watching this as Tim Robinson's suburbanite descends into the sewers; dreamed a day earlier of wandering a desolate city where the lights still burned at night, the streets empty but for trash. I entered the sewers w/ friends, & I headed into the dark, only to find I was alone.
Indrapramit Das@indrapramitdas.bsky.social
FRIENDSHIP; string Tim Robinson's sketches into a movie and you get social horror, the sad and terrible spectre of the increasingly frenzied Reply Guy in the flesh, manifested offline & into the broken world he belongs to like the Candyman by misconstrued attention.
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