The beach.

Note: This dream has haunted me for sometime.


It is dark. I look out to the ocean which reflects the midnight skies; speckled with the light of the distant stars against dark velvet. I step onto the beach and feel the cool dampness of the sand between my toes. In the distance I see him waiting for me again. This feels real but I know it's a nightmare. He looks over to me and a sense of loss fills me with dread. I walk towards him and he looks frightened.
"I want to come home," he whispers to me, "Why can't I come home?"
These words escape me: "You're dead."
"Why won't you take me home?" He's shaking.
"I want you to come home." I begin to sob, "We miss you."
"I can never come home. I'm sorry for what I did." He turns his face to the darkness and vanishes.

I gazed down into the glassy abyss. The water was thick with green algae which made the water shine like an emerald diamond. My toes pierced the calm surface but I withdrew quickly as I saw something stir in the deep. A voice whispered, enticing me into the pond that looked as deep as a lake. 

I am sorry I have not posted any dreams for a few months! I have been away and very distracted. I promise to post the next interesting dream I have. Hope you are all well. xx

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Ghost house

I stood outside of a house with white walls. This was my new home. I walked inside and I was immediately frightened of the darkness that was within. I didn’t have anything with me so I just wondered amongst the old furniture.

Then, I could hear a scratching coming from a closed door. I approached the door (but my mind was screaming for me to leave) and opened it. There was a corridor and I could not see the end of it for the darkness. I became aware that something lurked beyond the threshold so I walked down the corridor into the dark. I could not see anything but I could hear something awful- like a deep, rasping intake of breath. I found a box of matches in my pocket and struck a match. There, in the flickering light was a huge black dog. An omen. It’s deep brown-red eyes stared into me. I reached out to touch the dog but it faded into smoke. The fire from the match went out and I was left in the darkness.

Fawn in the woods.

It is snowing and I'm walking through the woods. It's light all around, and I'm walking bear-foot but I can't feel anything. The leaves are a shock of red and gold, but the Evergreens stay forever green. I come to an opening in the woods, a small field where there are a group of little fawns. I slowly approach the fawns but they are not afraid of me. They surround me and nudge me with their noses. I sit with them, stoking them.

Stigmata.

It is grey and cold. I am standing on a train track, unable to movie. My feet and hands are bleeding.

Then warmth illuminates down on me through a sheer light. Michael is the light's name. The light feels old.

"Everything will be okay." The light told me.