Category: Lucid Dreaming

I’ll Meet Her Someday

She’ll be a scientist – a chemist, maybe, or a neurologist. Her hair will be black and her eyes green, with a smattering of freckles across her nose. Emelia, her parents call her, but she’ll go by Emmy with anyone she’s really close to, and she’ll have no idea how beautiful she is. Maybe because […]

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The Horse

This moment is insignificant. She is standing by the study door, the carpet plush between her small toes. In one hand she holds the broken remains of a wooden horse; the other curls around the hem of her dark blue nightgown. Though it is her parents on the other side, she is afraid. The horse […]

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This Moment

This is significant, this moment. Not all moments are. Some are forgotten, even in the middle of them; some simply slip away, drifting through memories like echoes of moments that have come before. Some stick, though. Some draw lines in the sand and declare themselves, some say, “This is who you will be.” The edges […]

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Life Can Be A Story

“Once upon a time, the world was a lawless place. Beautiful people nursed evil in their hearts, and ugly children grew into ugly adults, no matter that they were pure of heart. Girls who wished upon a star might never find true love, and a peasant born would a peasant remain. A person might have […]

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Sometimes, Love

Sometimes love is not enough. Sometimes you need to stand up! Shake – something. Love with your whole body, love things you understand and things you don’t and things that scare you. Those specially, the things that make you shake someone! Something. Change the world, change a piece of it because sometimes love is and […]

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Verge

I dreamt of you last night. We were lying by a river (have we ever done such a thing in all our lives?) in the shade of a weeping willow. Your head was in my lap, and you wore a white dress that spread out across the grass like a bride’s train. The warmth was […]

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Quarks

Last night I had them all. Words stacked like paper cups, each fitting perfectly into the one above. Puzzle pieces make a picture, but a stack of cups makes a good party, and I would have been witty and wise – just mysterious enough to keep you interested, just interesting enough to keep you by […]

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Misty Morning Ferry

The ferry leaves in the morning. My bag is packed, sitting by the front door. The curtains are drawn, but I don’t need to see out the window to know what’s there. On the horizon my islands disappear into misty mountains, sea and sky fading into beautiful deep grey between them. I haven’t decided if […]

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The Shadow Lantern Dance

When the shadow lanterns’ shadows dance, wise men stay abed. When dark dreams slip their masters’ leash, children hide their heads. Someone has lit the shadow lamps. He can see them, scattered through the forest. Their white paper glows against dark black bark, and the figures printed on their skin are stark and clear. On […]

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Market Day

They say the woman sold dreams; I’m not so sure. Dreams are easy, their sellers slick. A little too alive, a little too bright, brittle in their happiness. You can hear their laughter down the corridor, feel the pressure of their presence eight stalls away. Dream sellers never whisper when they can splash glitter in […]

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