Late at night, walking down the road past houses that we’re looking to buy (one I like is in Tupelo next door to Molly, but it’s downtown – near Wendy’s – I think of getting a loan and buying it myself as it’s only $65,000). I wind up on a stretch of rural road alongside the woods which are rising with swamp water. A large crowd is walking behind me, but I keep losing sight of them and have to wait for them to catch up. I’m singing a song under my breath from a children’s movie and twice I step on the DVD in the flooded road (it has a blue baby monster on the cover). Some girls from school in the crowd catch up to me and are having a conversation, oblivious that I’m there. Everyone’s muddy and scratched up. For the duration of the walk, a light shines in my immediate front for about five feet like a headlight or flashlight, though I don’t carry one, and whenever I look over my shoulder for the group they are always surrounded by fading light.

- December 23, 2009

© Rachel Sapp

Good question.

We have another sister who’s gone away to get tattooed, or scarification¹. Scarred? Scarified? We visit a nice part of some city and somehow I wind up at the wrong house, a large river home on stilts with an open deck. I don’t realize it’s the wrong one until I’ve gone in the back door up on deck and can’t find my room. I sneak back out without anyone seeing me, but I imagine what I would have to do if someone came in. For whatever reason, Momma refers to points on the house as honey (bottom left), salvia (top), and aswell² (bottom right). We ask the next night if we’re going anywhere else before sis gets home (we have like 8 hours) and Momma can’t think of anything. She remembers a building next to Sally’s³ that’s being renovated and that people are saying used to be/is going to be an Aquafina store. She suggests we check it out. I mention Sale⁴ is having a talent show and Momma says we don’t want to go, that it’s terrible. At one point, I’m scratching the inside of my left ear and Momma (some other lady?) tells me that’s not attractive. I reply that it’s my eczema flaring up.

- June 1, 2010

¹ BMEzine Wiki entry
² Google insisted I meant “as well.” In this instance, let’s assume aswell is some newfangled plant used for either its sweetening or hallucinogenic properties. It’s possible I misheard it.
³ Sally Beauty Supply
⁴ Sale Elementary School

Outside, telling stories and fairy tales when the story of Robin Hood comes up and a couple of child-sized bunnies introduce themselves. A kid runs by screaming that we missed the first bell. Everyone runs for school, but the bell rings for homeroom and most of us aren’t even inside yet. Inside, there’s a meeting of some sort being held in the auditorium and they’re playing NIN over the loudspeakers. A bunch of us wind up on the stairs (which spiral, with a set above and below where you’re standing) and Katherine Heigl is above me and a young black girl is below me. Katherine is crying. Apparently, we’re being stalked by someone who wants us dead, and to avoid them we keep dropping from the ledge and onto the landing below, all together so that we’re swapping places. At one point, a door behind Heigl opens but no one’s there, and a door at the end of one landing slams shut. The girl below me has a gray-haired Kathy Bates suddenly appear behind her and Heigl shoots Bates in the head . . .

- December 29, 2008

© p-damp

On an airplane, missed a flight to Paris which [Liz] already boarded. At different points during the dream (mostly in order): I’m being chased and I escape through the doors from one plane to the next (they appear to be stacked); in a gift store when a riot breaks out and everyone grabs whatever they can to use as a weapon – I grab a belt – jewelry, clothing stands, hats are thrown to impale or injure; a family gathering or party is thrown and Ben is there – doesn’t vaguely look like him except for the red hair, and he remains throughout the rest of the dream including the shopping riot; Sarah appears briefly when I’m attempting to call [Liz], who keeps calling Kourtney Kardashian’s cell phone; Sarah and I make plans to catch another flight. In hindsight, I can’t imagine why I didn’t think to do it sooner.

- August 15, 2009

© Leah Johnston

The reason I love sleep is the surreal dreams I always have. The summer heat, amplified by my having to pull the blanket up over my ears (never just a sheet, too exposed), only makes for weirder, often times uncomfortable, imagery.

These posts will be largely unedited. I think the writing showcases in some small part the state of mind I was in when recording what I could remember from my brief stint in dreamland. I’ve found that the more rattled I am, the more details I recall. This also happens with recurring dreams and when I’ve experienced a sense of deja vu. This is what I hurriedly wrote one year ago today:

Night, cloudy, trying to take photo of a massive (twice the size of the moon) blue ball spinning in the sky. My camera won’t fire, and I get frustrated. Eventually, Momma points out that the planets are aligning? specifically Venus, and I try again to no avail. Later, I manage to snap a shot of one of them “crashing” down ala a shooting star, but the flash “freezes” everything and the crash simultaneously rattles the house. Suddenly, we’re at a vet’s office where all the people have been blended with their animals – there are dogs walking around with human heads, etc. Lucy and Peanut, who have switched colors, are yelping as they pick glass out of their bloody paws. Kris Allen is saying something, but I don’t recall what, only that he was placed on the body of a smallish dalmation/Harlequin Great Dane. Even later, [Lizzy] and I are inside what looks like a diner and I still have my camera. I refuse to sit near a window because I’m convinced something mutated will slam into it and freak us out, or that something else bizarre will appear in the sky.

- July 26, 2009

I wish I could describe just what this looked like, with the planets lining up over the horizon and how incredibly bright everything was so late at night. It was beautiful. If the sky really looked like this, I would move into a tent on a mountainside.

Close enough.

Lucy and Peanut were two of our neighbors’ dogs who disappeared in October of last year. Not together, but within three weeks or so of each other. We were told they must have been snatched off the street but we didn’t buy it. Their owners are more than a little sketchy and have always given us bad vibes, and this had happened (and has happened since) more than once. Their appearance didn’t strike me as odd at the time, but reading it back makes me sad. I miss those two goofballs. Now the talking Kris Allen head, that was fucked up and still creeps me out. I don’t know what he was doing there. I’d rather not know.

And there’s more where that came from. Anyone care to interpret?

Dreamt that I drew pics for Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art Show and started my own Sketchy’s at a local B&B.

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Got my first gray hair! Whoot!