Category Archives: Dreams

Bloggy Dreams

Bitmoji dream

Dr. Tanya continues her blogging about bloggers series with this question:

What are your “dreams” regarding your blog?

First, I hope our WordPress community is able to weather the continuing parade of changes and glitches to hang together in its present form. Why? Because I really enjoy it! Blogging, and in particular this community-based cluster of lit’ry folks, is my favorite form of social media. I find a lot of writing inspiration and support here, and I hope I offer the same. This is my main dream, basically that I don’t wake up. 🤣

Second, I hope to entertain people with my posts. I try not to jabber on about my boring life too much (unless there’s a funny) and instead focus on short fiction and poetry. Posts like this one are okay once in a while, and I do have my weekly peeve, but I try to balance this info type stuff with actual writing. And every so often, I switch things up with photos, music, etc.

Third, I hope to generate interest in my work for sale (cheaply imo) via this blog. I’ve been working on a novel and occasionally discuss the writing/publishing process. It would be great if some of my bloggy buddies bought a novel or book of poetry I wrote and liked my writing. 😍

That’s all.


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HallChall2: Blood

Blood red rose

My dream seemed absurd
In the pink glow of dawn;
Those hoofbeats I heard—
Mere drums in a song.
Then I saw the red rose
You left at my door:
So sweet to my nose;
Dripping blood on the floor.
My fingers were pricked,
By thorns vicious and vile;
I began to feel sick,
Then you appeared with a smile…

Halloween challenge


Written for Tourmaline’s Challenge.


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Illusion’s Meadow

Fantasy unicorn butterflies sparkle

Drifting past the din,
I float into dream terrain,
Where zephyrs caress me
And wings whisper your name.
Will I find you here…
In illusion’s meadow,
So far from my bedroom?
The terrible price I pay
For glimpsing heaven once,
Is to never see it again.


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FPQ86: Dream A Little Dream

Fandango’s provocative question

Fandango provocatively asks…

What has been the strangest, weirdest dream that you can remember? What do you think triggered that dream?

When I was very young, I dreamt about getting attacked by a wolf, which I think was triggered by having a sore throat in the night. I mentioned this dream in a SYW post recently:

I was little, around 10 or under, and dreamt I got lost at the zoo. I ended up behind the exhibits and there was a wolf loose. He jumped on me and ripped my throat open. In the dream, I died, though I understand that isn’t supposed to happen in dreams. I woke up with strep throat.

This 2011 baby dream could symbolize creativity. Maybe I was writing a lot then, or thinking about new ideas for novels.

Fantasy reading romance novel book

Here’s a scaryweird dream I had in 2011 about a pink and yellow lizard. This one could have been triggered by alcohol, or dating, neither of which agree with me.

When I was married, I had lots of dreams about drowning. Here’s one I had a few years later in 2013. Two others that stand out in my memory are as follows. Once when I was in a strange huge house with my whole family (including the ex’s), plus people from school, no one would listen to me that there was water coming up to the windows. Finally, we all had to go onto the roof. Another time I was in a carnival type ride with both my daughters and we ended up on the Coast Highway where everything was flooded. Supposedly these drowning dreams arise from feeling overwhelmed or suffocated by something. Or someone…

I had this dream about my mom in 2013. I think about Mom a lot and miss her so much. I’ve had plenty of other dreams with her in them, but they weren’t weird enough to remember. 💔

If love could have saved you

In 2016, I had a few dreams about driving (one with scary dogs). I’ve had many more dreams about driving, often where I’m not in the seat the right way and can’t reach the brake pedal. Driving scares me, so it makes sense I dream about it. One benefit of this bizarre year is that I’m in the car a lot less.

Lately, I don’t dream much (or my memory is immediately wiped). Maybe it’s because I don’t usually sleep that soundly, idk. I used to be such a great sleeper! Oh well… aging, whaddayagonna do?

It was fun to do the “research” for this post. Thanks, Fandango! 🙂 Sorry I couldn’t pick just one.

Bitmoji shrug


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Images from Fandango, Bitmoji, etc.

Midnight Blooms

Dark blooms edged with red

Hungry for the sun,

They bask in glowing moon;

Disrespected in day’s light,

They thrive in raven night.

Odd ideas and strange desires…

In the dark, they catch on fire.

Dreams turn into rainbow rooms;

Midnight blooms dissolve too soon.


Written for Mindlovemisery Prompt 330.

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Image credit ~ Juanjo Menta on



I heard you crying in my dream,

Begging me to love you longer,

And I was tempted to retrace my steps,

But my wanderlust was stronger.

I felt the music way before

I spied the tigers and the clowns;

The notes sank deep into my bones,

Propelling me to carny-town.

It was a celebration of the flesh,

And as night fell, my judgment lapsed;

But I woke in familiar bliss,

For it was you behind the mask.


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Prompt.

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My Greatest Fear [flash 340]

Glittery mask

My greatest fear has always been aliens from outer space coming to earth and taking over the planet, enslaving us all, and using us for their evil purposes. Because this is foremost on my mind, I have many dreams about it actually happening. Last night’s dream, however, was very different, so vivid, so lucid.

First, I heard a spectacular crash, as if something had landed right in our backyard. I knew I needed to get up and investigate, but my muscles were paralyzed and all I could do was lie there, sticky with sweat. Though I was trapped in bed, I knew the aliens were coming into the house. There was nothing I could do as they crept about, searching for humans to capture. My wife slept silently beside me, oblivious to it all.

I tried to wake her up, since this dream ~ well, nightmare really ~ was so different from the others, but she didn’t respond to my whispers. Finally, I turned over and she was gone! Oh no! Had the aliens grabbed her and left me behind? That horrible thought energized me enough to get up, use the bathroom (I really needed to!), and see what was going on. I felt a short interlude of peace as I walked down the stairs and focused on the present. Obviously, it was only a dream and everything would be okay. I just needed to find my wife and give her a hug.

She was in the kitchen making breakfast as usual.

“Morning, sweetheart,” I said, embracing her tightly as she scrambled eggs in a pan.

“Hi, honey.” She glanced at me. “Aww, did you have another bad dream? I told you to quit watching those silly paranormal shows.”

Then I heard a strange high-pitched giggle. I turned and looked toward the table, where a bizarre creature sat. It had purple hair, glittery skin, and glowing gold lips. It was staring at an odd phone-type device in its hand.

“Honey, this is my cousin Jazz come to stay with us for the weekend,” my wife said. “Her apartment is being fumigated. Some sort of weird bugs.”

“Weird bugs,” the creature repeated. “Or something.”


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Written for Sadje’s What Do You See?

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days 11.

Image credit ~ Lucas Pezeta at Pexels


Woman with hummingbird

I dreamt you were a hummingbird,

Your bejeweled wings a blur,

With eternal secrets hidden

Under your trembling feathers.

I prayed that you would see me,

As you danced among the gardens,

But you were swallowed by the sun.

I flung off my heavy shawl

And flew over these stone walls,

Searching for Elysium.


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See 37.

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20 Questions

These are from Melanie, who got them from Fandango, in two separate posts, but she reworded some, and then added more to make a better number, as you do, so are they her questions or his questions?

Bitmoji shrug

Let me know what you decide, okay? In the meantime, imma answer the questions…

1. Okay, you write a blog, so do you also play word games of any kind?

Yes, all of them. Not at the same time, of course, but if it’s a word game, I’ve likely tried it, or some variation. Right now, on my phone, I have Wordscapes, which has pretty backgrounds and relaxing sounds. It’s too easy though.

2. Do you have any other type of creative outlet besides writing? Art, sewing, photography, jewelry making, etc.?

I’ve done all of that. I used to love baking and cake decorating. I also did lots of needlework pictures and pillows. I tried to start a tee shirt painting biz but got a hurty wrist and had to stop. My hands are achy lately, so I haven’t been doing any crafts at all. 😢

3. Do you listen to anything while you write or does it need to be quiet?

I prefer quiet.

4. Are you an avid book reader?

I go in phases. This year I’ve only read 19 books so far.

Bitmoji with book in beanbag chair

5. Name a country you would love to visit if the world wasn’t shut down because of the virus.


6. Have you ever written a poem about someone and gave it to them?

Yes, as jokes and seriously. I’ve also written loads of poems about people that I haven’t shown them. Here’s my favorite one.

7. Is there an author (living or dead) that you would love to sit down and talk to for an hour?

Margaret Atwood.

8. Have you ever met a fellow blogger or interacted off WordPress?

I’ve met a few.

9. Cake or pie?

Yes, please… coconut cake / cherry pie.

10. Coffee or tea?

Coffee in the morning / tea the rest of the day.

11. What is the strangest movie you have ever seen?

When I was 11, my parents took me to see Greaser’s Palace in NYC, which traumatized me. I still think about it occasionally.

12.  What lessons have you learnt from C-19?

Nothing, except to double down on what I was already inclined to do.

13. What values do you live by?

Family first. Prioritize work and my peace of mind. Try to tune out the negativity and craziness of other people.

Bitmoji in meadow

14. What is your favorite movie?

Doctor Zhivago.

15. Whom have you loved unconditionally?

Only my children.

16. Your dreams in life?

Happy, healthy children. Being financially secure. Writing a lot!

17.   Do you like citrus flavoring?

Yes to lemon and lime. Not a fan of orange usually. Pineapple is good with coconut.

18.   What is your remedy for the hiccups?

Holding my breath.

19.   Are you lucky?

I think “luck” happens when I’m careful to avoid doing stupid things. So, it depends on the day… 🤣🍀

20.   Barefoot or wearing something on your feet?

I like socks!


Images from Bitmoji.

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PFF49: Mom

Flashback Friday

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made exactly 7 years ago. A little caveat ~ the post sounds negative, but I miss and love my mother immensely.

Hello Mother

I had a dream about Mom the other night. She had made a Great Gatsby tee shirt for me ~ it was dark blue, short sleeved, with white paint squiggles all over that were supposed to be fluffy clouds. Don’t ask me. In the dream, it looked right.

I had shown someone one of my scrapbook photo albums last week and was thinking about my long ago days of arts & crafts. Not sure if this prompted the dream, or what.

A little while ago I opened my Chrome browser (I’ve been using Firefox mostly) and noticed that my old bookmarks were still there, including Baggage Reclaim, my favorite relationship site. The first article was about how some of us struggle to please certain people who have impossible demands and how that’s a never-ending spiral of futility.

The first Unpleasable in your life tends to be that exacting and critical parent or caregiver and if your perspective on their behaviour and how you respond to it hasn’t changed in adulthood, you’re likely to have felt tormented by a similar boss, ‘friend’ or romantic partner. [link]

As always, very interesting bloggery from Natalie, and just in time for Mother’s Day too.

/end reblog


Image from Pexels.

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