A Journey Through DreamsI've had an interest in dreams for a very long time, probably because I always have so many memorable ones, and I've always wanted to keep some sort of record. A lot of times I wake and think, "That was so awesome! I've got to tell somebody!" and then it just kind of stagnates in my brain. To alleviate that I started writing a dream journal a few years ago and even though I haven't kept up with it as much as I should have there is some pretty good stuff in there. Stuff that needs to be said and, well, I did say it but now I realize that just "saying" it wasn't good enough. That wasn't "telling" it. So now I've decided that I'm not going to just keep a dream journal. I'm going to write dream stories.A Journey Through Dreams by SubjugatedSandwich
What follows will be a collection of the contents of my sub-conscious in story form. I'll be writing dreams both old and new. Keep in mind though that dreams are by their nature ethereal, fickle, and volatile. Even though I will be making small adjustmen
The Cowardly Connor Finds Courage in a Can(Part I)Hi! My name is Cheryl and I'm not the main character of this story. That would be Connor Coleson, the kindest, cutest boy who ever lived. Me? Well, I used to be his neighbor until I was murdered by the meanest man you could meet, Sheriff Fritz Fitzpatrick, who just so happens to be Connor's other neighbor. That's a story for another day though. Today I want to tell you about Connor and the time he found his courage.The Cowardly Connor Finds Courage in a Can(Part I) by SubjugatedSandwich
By the time this story begins I had already been dead for quite awhile and had taken to following Connor everywhere he went. As a ghost you don't have many options. It's either stay with your body or stay with the thing you loved most and I certainly wasn't sticking around to see what would happen to my body. The day he finally found it (courage, not my body) did not begin like any other day. He awoke to find a chicken asleep on his chest.
"There is a chicken on my chest," he declared. The chicken blearily blinked in agreement, stood, and promptly pecked Connor on the
ImagineImagine that you're standing stillImagine by SubjugatedSandwich
In darkness and in silence.
All is calm in solitude
and nothing stirs at all.
And then with sudden violence
comes a roaring and a grinding
and the quiet you thought binding
ends abruptly and you're finding
that with each breath you're seeing depths
of worlds before their sudden deaths.
A blast of color, light, and sound
and suddenly your looking down
to see the ground is growing grass,
grass like blades of sharpened glass
moving up and moving fast
growing upwards through your soles
pricking, slicing, making holes
running, sliding through your veins
imparting unimagined pain
and ecstasy with each refrain.
It builds and rips from frightened lips
a swirling cloud of dust and light
that rises sparkling in the night
gently flowing, softly glowing
and empty find that you are calming
silence once again embalming
as embers cloaked in darkness fall.
The Man You KnewWith a backward glanceThe Man You Knew by SubjugatedSandwich
you caught me
and stitched your eyes to mine
I never fought
for you to guess my name.
Your first caress
and lingering breath
delayed with darkling fire
the void that grew between
because you could not guess my name.
A hearth, a home, a hope we shared
and each day saw us through.
Our easy smiles, careless words
were all the secret jest
of the capering thing between us
when you wouldn't guess my name.
You held my hand and held it tight
and wept alone beside me.
As the night grew long
farewells fell short
and you never guessed my name.
Meet me! The procrastinator extraordinaire and purveyor of poetry and maybe even a great writer one day. (One can only hope.) I love talking to fellow artists and helping in any way I can so feel free to note me or comment. Seriously, I don't care if you think you sound like a goober. Talk to me.|
P.S. If you're going to read my journal...it's mostly for dreams and some of those are pretty mature content so be forewarned!
Current Residence: Florida
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock