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I’ve had more than a few dreams, but the memories fade quick because I’m preoccupied with waking life and its particular set of dramas.

Here’s what I recall. Two weeks ago I dreamt that Lisa Walling was trying to reach out to me in a dream. I heard her voice but made a point of ignoring her.

Another notable dream involved me looking at a dark, purplish night sky. A waxing gibbous moon was out, and nearby was the planet Saturn. Saturn was the size of that full moon. If Saturn was going to be the size of a full moon in our skies then Saturn would be remarkably closer than a mere 9 astronomical units.

Terrifying aspect of the dream is that Saturn kept changing its phases, as if there was another light source circling it and revealing different perspectives of the ringed planet.

It’s one of those dreams where I thought to myself, “I am dreaming. There were lucid aspects to the dream, but those are mostly gone.

As for the other dreams, mostly daily life scenarios dipped in dreams. People I don’t know, mostly silhouettes, who are familiar and alien at the same time. Drawn out conversations touching upon deep topics with very little being recalled in waking life.

One thing that puzzles me is I know I will have a conversation with someone in real life, but a few days later I wonder if I imagined it all. Perhaps I dreamt of the conversation before it happened, shades of Eric Wargo’s brilliant Time Loops, and the dream memory is overlain the waking life memory causing a bit of fuzziness.

Chris S.
Anomalist, esperantist, cyclist, typist, dodecaphile, ailurophile, and oneiromancer. Chris lives near the shore with his wife, cats, and the Jersey Devil in his backyard.

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