THE DREAM MERCHANT

This from writer Nathan Edmondson: “I had this dream two nights ago.  I was at some kind of kid’s sporting even—a YMCA type thing.  Multiple fields, families.  I was out of town.  I was there to meet someone, a business meeting.  They had asked me to meet them in the stands while they watched one of the games.  Somehow when I arrived I knew there was something else in this place; in the sewers, maybe, in caves, in the woods beyond, under the bleachers, I didn’t know, but there was a beast.  I was terrified of it but even worse was my terror knowing that I was the only one who was aware of this threat, this creature that could come out, that would come out, that would kill its way through the crowds.  I had a vision of it; panther-like, long, but totally alien, totally horrid.  Completely malevolent, whatever it was, and it was there, lurking, moving, waiting, and no one knew.  At some point I tried to tell someone, I remember, maybe my friend, I tried to warn them, but there was that wall, that sort of dream-rule you cannot break because it seems to be the point of the dream even as it defies logic or physics.  In this case the rule was simple: you cannot warn people.  You are the only one who knows.  That was the terror.” 

‘This is a quick one.  It’s a dream I’ve had more than once that isn’t really a dream I guess it’s just a view.  Like one thing still.  I’m standing on a playground in the backyard of a friend’s house where I grew up up.  The sky is orangish and everything is gray.  It’s all ashes and dead.  I stand and watch it, and it’s horrible for some reason but also for some reason I’m okay—at least, I’m peaceful.’ -Josh L. 

“I have this recurring dream that’s my favourite: I’m walking on the bottom of a clear pool. If I look up, the surface of the water seems far away, but the light is still bright where I am, and I don’t feel like coming up ever. So I just walk around on the bottom, feeling out the tiles with my toes or push away and do a few strokes. I take in huge lungfuls of water like it’s the freshest air I ever breathed. There’s a line of colourful glass beads in front of me and I start to follow it through an entire maze of similar pools. I feel like going forward, but I don’t want to find a way out, just explore. Sometimes the line disappears, but I never feel lost, just calm and soothed by the familiar waters.” -Adéle 

“I dreamed that I was on a hill over this small section of country, it was very ideal, little trees and some flowers and a creek.  In my dream the seasons began to change more and more quickly, it was spring and there were birds and bright sunshine and flowers and everything, then it was summer, I laid back in the shade in the heat and watched just a few clouds, then it was autumn and the leaves cracked and fell down and then winter, and it didn’t snow but I was cold on the hill watching everything quiet and desolate.  The seasons changed quicker and quicker every time, so that they were going by in just five minutes each, like the world was speeding up.” - Adam W.   

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