DreamWorld

Hi there,

Poems and dreams and things I love so tenderly.

a collection of links and excerpts

Just a dumping ground for things I want to share.

Whitby is such a gorgeous place, such fantastic graves, such a beautiful atmosphere. I could sit by those graves for hours. I want to go to more graveyards, I miss them. In my primary school we were right next to a graveyard. All those old stones right next to where we would play.

One graveyeard I really need to visit is Sheffield Cemetery in Kansas City. That's where one of my friends is buried. I never got to meet him in person, so one day I hope to go there and say hello. It'll obviously be quite an undertaking, I've never even been to America before. But one of these days, I will visit him.

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sweet links to check out

I don't have too much to share, but some stories, pretty little things. It makes me smile.

I'm way too hungry while typing all this. I need to go get food or I won't be able to focus
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The river poem. Standing by the River, I wonder... do I need a stone? No, my heart is heavy enough. It will drag me down for sure.
The Cat Lady is a remarkable game, simple but with a great story. Lynsey Frost's voice for Susan is wonderful and the telling of the poem presented in the game is just fantastic.
You play through the game as you experience the poem in segments. But I have uploaded a version spliced together to get a full telling.

One of my favourite stories, The Last Question, by Isaac Asimov. I keep a physical copy now, but for sharing online, this is a great resource to have.
> The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest,
on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light.

dreamy talk

I dream quite a lot, so many people I know are so surprised that I have such frequent recall of dreams. The part I'm most surprised about is how often my dreams show me the future.

It sounds rather insane to say, people don't often believe me when I mention it. But I frequently experience déjà rêvé, Not déjà vu.

I see things in my dreams that are mundane simple situations. Being in a car with my mother having a conversation. Being at work, everything as normal but there's some people I don't currently work with. Simple easily ignored details.
But then, out of nowhere, a month or so later I experience that exact scenario, word for word. I feel it all crashing around me. It's so eerie. It isn't like I can do anything about it, because me reacting to it is also part of the formula in the dream. It's so so baffling. To dream of moments spent with people before I even meet them. To dream of exact conversations. It brings up some wild implications about the nature of time and our brains and what dreams actually are.

It'd be pretty cool if I could hold on to those memories, really put time into them and recall stronger, almost being able to know the future through them. But sadly the moments are so fleeting and insignificant that I don't think it will ever amount to anything practically.