Tag: Dream Journal

Talking to myself while watching the naughty fairies

Talking to myself while watching the naughty fairies

Although I know I had loads of dreams last night, yet again I can only remember a fragment of one. And yet again, the substance of that dream should have given me a hefty slap across my sleeping mind, as it screamed, “You’re dreaming! Quick, switch to lucid mode.” Here’s the dream: “They’re the naughty

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Thinking aloud and wishing I could be as chilled as my furry Angel

My sleeping Angel

So, has my novel given me the means to live my dream of being a reclusive, eccentric, wine collecting writer living in the wilderness somewhere a hundred miles past nowhere? Short answer: Alas, no. Although I’m chuffed to bits with how my first novel is doing and the cool reviews, comments, and messages I’ve received

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Dancing dragons and the psychotic ex-girlfriend

Dancing dragons and the psychotic ex-girlfriend

Out of step with my circadian rhythm I want to become a frequent visitor to the wonderful realm of lucid dreams, and live a healthier life in general, so I’m learning to have more respect for my circadian rhythm. Until now, my wake-sleep cycle has been nothing less than bleary-eyed chaos, with each day melting

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