#dreamvoid

quiet spaces

pretty voids

Something is here with me. Someone. I used to think I was alone, and I felt this ever since the genesis of the void. But now that I feel her presence, it’s as if she’s been here all along.

26 Oct. 13

In the first dream, I was in my room with two others. Working on my white desk someone wanted to sit with me as they placed their laptop and for some reason I stood up and let him take the entire space. My mum seeing this told him to find another place to sit in a demanding tone. For a brief moment I was now looking at the desktop monitor of the family computer and there was a tiny red square. Back in my room I got this intuitive feeling that something was not right; I walked to the bathroom and in the kitchen I saw Eva, my sister, and the guy who had taken my sit earlier was dead having committed suicide by stabbing himself in his abdominals with a kitchen blade. Strangely, this didn’t faze me (I think I said to myself in my head: “People die every day”) regardless I still had the desire to go to the bathroom. In there I saw my mum laying in the bathtub with a wound on the right side of her temple gasping for breath. She told me that that red square from the computer monitor had come out of the screen with such velocity as she tried to dodge it, just scraping her temple. I then prompted to heal her but for some reason I took my time getting all the utensils ready; antiseptic; damp cloth; bandage and what not. She said thanks as though the pain had subsided even though I had not done anything while I was still gathering the equipment. I was instilled with fear for a moment as I imagined some kind of invisible spirit healing her which she had mistaken for me. Oddly enough when I finally began to heal her, the wound was no longer there. Unsure of this, I still proceeded to apply antiseptic with a damp cloth then the dream fades.

Shortly after I was in another dream; I vaguely remember the beginning though but mid way through I recall was in a green and lavish third world country with some of my friends, but the only face I recognized was Marko’s. There were headed off in this van and they were inviting me to come with them, I was a bit reluctant because I didn’t know how I would get back but they assured they had enough room for all of us and they’d bring me back. We drove down a hill flooded with trees to a highway that was filled with dust and cracks that seared throughout the grey tarmac. For some reason the driver a white male in his early twenties, unshaven with brown hair, was driving the entire way in reverse. I think there was some kind of conflict between us so he kicked me out of the van. Frustrated, I had an urge to get back to them. People were everywhere walking around with goods to sell, dirty plastic bags and rubbish was all over the sandy pavement. I saw a black motorbike and hopped on, right as I was about to hot wire it I reached over to the right side of the fairings then a key was came out of nowhere in my hands so I switched the ignition and rode off. The gearing system was strange, unlike conventional transmission systems I pulled the clutch as usual but I remember trying to make a conscious decision to shift with the left pedal but my focus was lost as I saw the van I’d been kicked out of so I followed them in a chase, which is around when the dream fades.