Here’s the doozy of a dream I had last night.  I’m working on interpreting it. On first glance, I’m pretty sure it has to do with the series I’m writing on Growing Up Dysfunctional. Which is why I’m documenting it here. The Dream: I was with three people I could trust but I can’t recall who they were. We were … Read More

Apocalypse Hibiscus

I dreamed last night of an apocalypse. Dark and grey and lonely. But I nurtured my hibiscus plant and it bloomed fragile white flowers against the gloomy, sad backdrop of nothingness and it grew taller than me. People tried to steal it and take it, but it wasn’t theirs to take.


Dream 1. (note: I drive an old beater 1994 gray Lincoln Continental, Phil has been a 2000 Chevy Prizm) So. The dream is, I’m driving my Lincoln. I pull up at my destination, pop the trunk, and get out. Someone is driving by slowly, it’s someone I know, and they say, “Wow. How on earth did you do that?” “Do … Read More

Another Weird Dream

My head was severed, decapitated throughout the whole dream. At first, I was in pain. I don’t know how it happened, I only know I didn’t want to have a severed head. There was a little blood, but if I put my head back on right and held my neck still for a few minutes, the blood would clot and … Read More

Second Quetzalcoal Dream

Two nights ago I had another Quetzalcoatl dream. December 8th. It was my job to crack open the delicate ceramic greenware. They were large Christian crosses, but not so large I couldn’t hold them. Maybe 2 ½ x 2 feet. They looked like a combination of these two crosses: They had the shape of the first, but the design of … Read More

Quetzalcoatl. Again.

I had a dream about Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec god of intelligence, self-reflection, and creation July 1st. On Twitter today, Donna Shepherd linked to a new crop circle found at Etchillhampton Hill and I read this: Close parallels between Christian and Mayan symbolism The new crop picture from Etchilhampton Hill shows clear Christian symbolism—“there will be signs on the Earth”—but also … Read More

Quetzalcoatl Dream

I had a dream last night. I was shot in the head. The bullet entered the top/back of my head and exited near the start of my spine on my neck. But I didn’t die, I turned into a slow-version of myself, walking like a zombie. Then I saw Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec god of intelligence, self-reflection, and creation and said, … Read More

Dreams, Dreams, and More Dreams

I write down all of the dreams I can remember. Sometimes, I wake in the middle of the night to write them–those are the best. Misspelled words, rough drawings, and incomplete sentences, yet totally raw and full of emotion. Sometimes, my dreams seem pretty meaningless or mundane. But as I examine them and dig into the representations my subconscious makes, … Read More

I Hate Being Sick

I barely made it out of bed at all yesterday. My fever: 102.2 My fever dream: The short story I’m working on for the Indiana Horror Writers anthology was printed out on a table. I saw a huge, god-like semi-colon in the air above it. A big freaking semi-colon. I said (to the semi-colon, mind you) “What are you doing … Read More

Wolf Dream

I had a dream last night. I was a child, at grandmas house. It was when great grandpa lived there. I had to take the garbage out, it was dark out. I took it to the alley and there was a wolf. I had something in my hand that was food, I think. I threw it to distract the wolf … Read More