For some reason I like to try and remember every dream I possible can. For another, odd enough reason, I also like to publish those to teh internets.
Dream of building a house.
A dream that inspired me to write a short story about shootings, the army and thugs.
Dreams I have forgotten 99% about.
Dream about an attack on a theater.
Dream about pranksters invading some people’s house.
A dream with a crazy, burning caterpillar.
Dreaming about flirting with the famous.
Me encontré a un descendiente de Vivaldi en un sueño.
Flying like never before…
An idea, or dream, that wants to become a story; about the train of life…
About a church with “modern” activities, to recruit and keep zealots within the religion business.
Another strange dream, regarding death…
A dream about some kind of post apocalyptic human civilization, based on the moon.
Sweet dreams. Another dream I can’t recall.
Dream of arrival to (what seemed to be) a crazy party.
A dream, or idea, I forgot.