Info
Enter a dream is hosted by pois é. Upon submission, your dream is subject to reuse by pois é.
Image fragments are from found sources.
Enter a dream is hosted by pois é. Upon submission, your dream is subject to reuse by pois é.
Image fragments are from found sources.
In the ocean. I’m afraid to go any deeper but I’m right where the waves are starting to curl. I watch people deeper having fun and jumping over the waves before they crack. They are all facing the beach and don’t see a giant wave coming. I try to make my way to shore but I’m swimming against the current. I know that wave is going to be strong and big. I don’t warn anyone. I make my way to shore just in time and when I look back, I see everyone under water, caught in the curl. One man in particular, managed to walk out. I can tell he thought he was about to die.
I dreamt that I was a youtuber or a vlogger of sorts. Despite my many insecurities, when I went to look back at the footage during editing, I wasn’t upset with my appearance. I actually thought I looked good on camera. Can’t say I feel that way outside of my dreams.
A dream within a dream within a dream within a dream. Staring at tv static and waking up over and over again.
I dreamt of cycling down a grassy hill with a young child, we are moving fast through the wind. We end up at a beach with shallow water that has covered all of the surface of the sand, just before the sun sets. Most people stay away from the water but we continue to cycle through, unafraid of the changing tide. The sky is grey and pink, the rush is a similar feeling to flying. The child is my baby brother, he turns 16 today.
I dreamed I was helping a ruthless assassin. We waited in victims’ homes, and while I made chit chat she hid in the closet waiting to pounce. She carried a giant suit case with all of her tools.
I dreamed of hugging my mother again, after months of having seen her through an iPhone screen and having had the Atlantic Ocean between us. I dreamed of doing a walk on the beach with her, one of our favorite ritual in summer nights, and the taste of home.
My uncles ghost appeared and nobody could see him but me and I was so happy I immediately went to go hug him and I would just go right through him, I cried and asked him what was going on and he didn’t talk or move he just stood there smiling and then just disappeared and I was left balling my eyes out.
I dreamt I was at the United Oil gas station on Sunset Blvd, the one with the blue mosaic, when two aggro blondes came in and tried to hustle the cashier who was both woman and man and definitely flirting with me. There was tension but eventually they left. I paid, went outside, crossed the street and got huitlacoche tacos from three sturdy women. They wore green, pink, orange. Gazing upward it became clear that the moon was actually just a glowing circle on a big screen above the gas prices.
I am in an empty white room. There are a man and a woman looking at me. I don’t know how old they are. They introduce themselves as Elder Brother and Younger Sister. They are Death, and so am I. They tell me a soul is waiting for us to take it. It is snowing in Mexico. There is a man in the woods, and his hunting dogs bark and whine at him as he bleeds in the snow. I cannot take his soul. I know him, I loved him. He is older now, but he recognizes me. Who am I?
I dreamt that I was lying in a field filled w/ white now starring in the eyes of a red fox. That day- I took the backroads home & when turning a corner, a Fox was in the middle of the road looking in my direction & as I got closer it ran off into a field w/ another fox.
i dreamt i drove back to where i was before and the snow started piling up again, in the middle of july. you were sleeping in my bed when i arrived.
I’m waiting in a sanctuary, there’s stained glass windows, long aisles of red carpet and empty pews all facing the front. At the front there is a one throne for the Queen. I’m under the throne peeking out from behind one of the legs. I’m a mouse. I know I’m the Queen’s mouse. I never see the Queen. I don’t know what I’m waiting for or why I have to be quiet. I don’t know what this means.
My family and I follow a man back to his house. He is getting nervous. We park at the top of the hill and come down to feed his cats while he is gone.
There’s nothing like the stillness of the morning.
at a scary version of the zoo. we all have huge feet like trolls. the animal cages are all deep pits like looking down into a well and i think there are people down in there, sounds like kids. nobody believes me so i sneak inside the pit.
I crossed a bridge from America to London, where I was pregnant & went to an art museum & was surrounded by swimming pools in pastel light which I could not swim in.
Sleep
I dreamt of photos of you, black and white and some in color, taken by someone else. M and I this summer, they were titled. Somehow the way she used “M” was more a breach of our sacred bond than the images of your togetherness. In the photos you kissed, smiled, shared your beauty the way you once did with me. Still bashful in front of a camera, still handsome and serious and smiling.
I am walking down the isle at my parents second wedding when i trip over myself and fall to the ground. a guest sitting near me helps me up. i’m holding and balancing a very full martini.
In my dream I am driving fast through a forested area with a large dog in my car. The dog can speak and tells me he needs to catch a flight to his job, and we are late. We arrive to the airport but the plane has already left. I get a phone call from my sister, who is apparently the dog’s boss, and she yells at me.