June 4th, 2016

I was falling through a void, alone, in silence, but a good sort of silence. I wasn’t afraid, and was wrapped in a blissfully peaceful feeling. The next moment, I was sitting, fully clothed, in the upstairs bathtub, in jeans and a t-shirt. I wasn’t alone. A well-built black woman, arms crossed in a distinctly sassy way, pointed down at me, and, in a commanding voice, said “You need to shave ’yo legs!”

January 5th, 2019

A roughly three-part dream, which was incredibly disjointed, and that I only really remember in bullet-point form, which included:

Trying to save two cedar trees from being taken down to make a chicken barn on a property that was very similar to the property of some old friends.

An abrupt shift of perspective/dream/topic

Climbing a mountain on horseback (the horses looked like fjord horses) to go to another place for some sort of gathering. The place was a village built on stilts on the edge of a permanently frozen ice lake. We looked like vikings. I remember thinking the saddles were super cool.

Betraying that place, sending in two giant elephants (think lord of the rings style Oliphants) while watching from above on a nearby cliff where our camp was

Being horrified about that as the elephants demolished the badly built town.

Apathetic comrades

Chaos. Fire, for some reason, burning the buildings.

The sudden appearance of zombie ghosts. Two took possession of the elephants.

?????

Zombie ghost king appearing, along with its ‘pet’, a Lich dragon that was huge, that it had possessed. The dragon was made out of bones, and lit on fire. The fire was green.

More chaos.

Another abrupt perspective shift

Watching all this from above on the back of a small dragon with triceratops-style horns. On this dragon was me, apparently now a dragon rider, as well as a very pretty princess, and my solider buddy from when we were climbing mountains on horses. We were scared.

Forgetting the zombie dragon king, flying super high, diving super fast.

Fourth random perspective shift

I was a small blue dragon, inside some tunnels leading up to the ice lake town, hiding. I was scared and hiding as I watched a huge zombie dragon clawing its way to the surface through the tunnels.

Then I woke up.

March ? 2020

I dreamed I was wandering around a strange place. It was roughly square shaped, and looked like an outdoor night market straight out of a story book, arranged around the empty square space, that I instinctively knew was a void. Around this square and pointing inwards towards it were all kinds of openings. I remember some - a tunnel of fabrics, a huge oak door that was stories tall, as well as a square that led to only a different kind of black void. We (A group of around 5, made up of people I don’t recall) were looking for something. We searched through the marketplace, looking into the openings, but not finding anything really. All the doors opened into different spaces, mostly small rooms - A ship’s cabin, a forest, a whimsical room from a Bed and Bath I’d stayed at in the past, and a storage closet. There were hundreds. We eventually saw other people, from every imaginable setting, also looking for something, not pausing. The only one who did was a kind faced man who was wearing an antique diver’s suit, who simply nodded at us. Eventually, we came to a opening that lead into a fortune teller’s tent, dark and covered in fabrics. The fortune teller convinced us to look into her crystal ball. I looked, and saw something....

I can’t remember what I saw.

They sat and looked at the night sky holding his hand ever so tightly. She said “Where do you think memories go when we forget them“. It was dead silence . No one said a word. He took a deep breath and said , “Well , I think we dont technically forget them. we just dont need them anymore if it doesnt make us happy , you see we push aside the memories that dont make us happy so we can create new ones to store away to think about when we are sad“ . She turned and looked at him and released the biggest smile and it fades away. She broke her day dream and was awoken by her friends at the cemetary , where her best friend who told her you never forget memories . You just make room for new ones that will make you happy laid , his name on a stone. Blake Ryan

elliana has posted a challenge today

It’s a difficult challenge, the hardest I’d say

They left it wide open which gives it a twist

It’ll take a few moments to work out the gist

Is it mystery, murder, escapism or fact?

I’ll have to tread careful, employ some tact

I think my main character is harsh and is blunt

I need a good name, what about Mike Hunt?

No nothing is emerging, elliana a clue

If the challenge is correct I’ll leave this challenge to you!

© Julian Race 16/06/2020

"I used to smoke like a chimney. Never took a vitamin in my life.

I abused my kidneys. Knew I had two so I didn't think twice.

Never ate breakfast. Then I get stoned and eat too much.

I was kinda reckless~ until I fell in l o v e .

Now I call my doctor everyday, since I met you something in me's changed.

The second that you call me yours I had something worth living for.

Now I'm scared of planes and heart attacks. If I die I'll never get you back

You

make

me

a hypochondriac"

I entered the room. The books slept quietly on each shelf as if they haven’t been touched in decades. The couch was leveled with the desk in front of it , seemed to me they were having a simple but bland conversation. Also, the windows sat aside from each other , like they wanted nothing to do with one another. There I sat. She told me to talk , and I forced every word out just like they forced me to think this would help me. She soaked up every word I said as if she was a sponge. Then it repeats , again.

Blood. so - much- blood. scars. so - many - scars. open wounds that are deeper than my thoughts that flood my mind on those late nights as I gaze into the eyes of my reflection. I watch as each tear drops from each eye as if its the rain I stand in alone.

Rain boots and rain coats is not enough to block the puddles of pain I step in and that splash around me. Thinking that maybe if I stomp hard enough I can stomp away the years of pain that I have filled my clouds with , by overthinking the possible and believing in the impossible. Then anticipating the fact that nothing will change and im just wasting my time .

Using the little of faith I possess to believe that maybe one day, just one day you will hear my screams of help brake through my silence. You come to realization that i am not okay. I swallow my pain so others can avoid tasting the hidden wickedness that I have fed since the age of 6. Its the feeling of that greedy sensation when one who handed you salt but portrayed it to be sugar, abuse.

I let you in and you destroyed everything that I thought I would never let go of , you ripped my confidence from my mental as if it was nothing, you shattered my self love as if it was a wine glass colliding against the floor because its just a wine glass right. You can just piece it back together right? You can buy another one right? You can just repla- wait .

Every morning he orders a small hot toasted coconut coffee. 10 pumps creamer. 15 pumps sugar. Even numbers always. He wears dreads , the color always reminded me of hazelnuts. They fall like vines that seemed to have wrapped around my heart to his shoulders some days , but others sat on the top of his head as if it was a crown he wore with pride. He wore a red shirt which reminded me of the red orchid tree in the front of the shop he always managed to go by. He stood 6’2 and wore glasses but still couldn’t see how i was falling for him. He carries a side bag , which hold a note pad , pen and book. He sits from 9 am to 10 am. Returns at 12 for his daily chocolate chip muffin . I smile at him everyday , he smiles back. A rush of butterflies run through my body faster than I rush to the counter to serve him every morning and afternoon. His brown skin glows so beautifully when the mornings are sunny. Everyday i wonder if he notices me , like i notice every detail about him.

Sincerely, The Coffee Shop Girl