Hundreds of feet underwater, sending air bubbles to the surface. Dreaming? No. This is my real life. I lost the bet, and that sneaky siren is now a sandle-footed human while I no longer can walk. Of course, I do have a magnificent tail. I swish it to admire the iridesence. Beautiful!
The tri-colored loaf laid curled on a red gingham blanket. The first twitch took her owner's attention away from Jane Austen. The second prompted curiosity. The third secured her undivided attention. The calico jolted herself awake. A cautious "meow" following suit. Her green eyes surveyed the tranquil bedroom. "You're safe."
The craziness became too unreal. A takeover of the most powerful government? A dismantling of everything? Greed and corruption gone too far. She woke from the dream, none of it could possibly take place. Lemuria was too advanced and based on love. She walked to the central hall for breakfast.
As you sleep there is a gentle twitching of your limbs, a muttering from your lips, a fluttering of your eyelids. I watch contently. You wake with a wide, gentle smile as if I am the fulfillment of your dreams. I lift you and hold you to my waiting breast.
The pockmarked carapace’s temperature rose a little too high. The light from the distant sun amongst the myriad comets was still too much. It had completed countless laps around the Great Eater in the center of the galaxy. It turned its shell and went back to dreaming the dreamless dream.
Her doctor said if you’re not dreaming, you’re not healing.
She’s not quite sure about that. Wake up, brush the teeth, have coffee, commute to work, tolerate BS at work, commute home, eat dinner, watch Netflix, shower, brush the teeth, go to bed, sleep, wake up, repeat…. sounds like dreaming.
Melanie winced as Mrs. Brooks handed out the final exams. She hadn't studied. Hell, she didn't even know she'd signed up for this class. Then it hit her. She wasn't in high school. She was forty seven years old and just dreaming.
Good one! It immediately made me remember the “Oh you’ll wish you would be back in school once you grow up” bullshit people kept telling me growing up. Hated that. Never wanted to go back, and never will…
Knowing faces all around, like a theater of goblins waiting to reveal the true meaning of gently drawn lips and pearly white rows of teeth. Smile or snarl?
“Choose,” commanded the influencer.
“Fine,” the kid answered.
How they snarled until the screen went dark...
The kid enjoyed dinner with family.
[Edit: I thought it was love not dreaming. Still works, kid woke up.]
Which dreams are the weirdest? Falling? Drowning? Flying? Varying states of undress?
I think the weirdest dream is the one I had last night: a dream about not sleeping well in the one stretch of REM sleep I got in a night of not sleeping well!
I don’t like dreaming. I never have. Never have I had a pleasant dream, one that doesn’t keep me up late at night. Each night that I close my eyes, I hope for a dreamless couple of hours. I wish I liked dreaming, but my nightmares almost always come true.
I’m going to struggle with this week - I don’t write romance! I’m going to break myself in gently with a more factual piece. Lovely sentiment in your 50!
Hundreds of feet underwater, sending air bubbles to the surface. Dreaming? No. This is my real life. I lost the bet, and that sneaky siren is now a sandle-footed human while I no longer can walk. Of course, I do have a magnificent tail. I swish it to admire the iridesence. Beautiful!
The dream woke me with a start.
“This is it!” I ran to my notebook and scribbled the idea down.
All white, everything is white. The paper represents purity. A whole world that celebrates stories and history. My Title will be… Keeper of the Pages.
Novel is in editing now!
So sweet
Awwwww!
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The tri-colored loaf laid curled on a red gingham blanket. The first twitch took her owner's attention away from Jane Austen. The second prompted curiosity. The third secured her undivided attention. The calico jolted herself awake. A cautious "meow" following suit. Her green eyes surveyed the tranquil bedroom. "You're safe."
Dreaming - 50 words
A piano melody of a nocturne he'll later learn is Chopin sounds like it's been put through a high-pass filter, but to him it's normal.
Two years: young love burning. Eight months: his growing. Flower of his lineage, soon emerging into this world: his ancestors' dreaming.
The craziness became too unreal. A takeover of the most powerful government? A dismantling of everything? Greed and corruption gone too far. She woke from the dream, none of it could possibly take place. Lemuria was too advanced and based on love. She walked to the central hall for breakfast.
This has got to be my greatest love
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Dreaming 50mg
As you sleep there is a gentle twitching of your limbs, a muttering from your lips, a fluttering of your eyelids. I watch contently. You wake with a wide, gentle smile as if I am the fulfillment of your dreams. I lift you and hold you to my waiting breast.
PROMPT: DREAMING
THE DREAMER
He’d always been a dreamer, who dreamed of the perfect life, with the perfect wife.
And he was so close to that dream becoming a reality.
So close.
Until, his jealousy and constant nights out caused her to cancel the wedding.
Which left him dreaming about what might have been… 👰🤵😎🤵👰
“Last night, I had another dream,” she said. “My crush brought something weird home from the supermarket.”
I sipped black coffee. “A dozen roses?”
“A live octopus.”
Her taste in men was surreal; I wouldn’t gift my imaginary lover an octopus.
“You know I don’t eat octopus, right?” she said.
A pet octopus? 🦑
Time to upgrade the fish tank!
The pockmarked carapace’s temperature rose a little too high. The light from the distant sun amongst the myriad comets was still too much. It had completed countless laps around the Great Eater in the center of the galaxy. It turned its shell and went back to dreaming the dreamless dream.
Microdosing Fiction - 50mg of Dreaming
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Her doctor said if you’re not dreaming, you’re not healing.
She’s not quite sure about that. Wake up, brush the teeth, have coffee, commute to work, tolerate BS at work, commute home, eat dinner, watch Netflix, shower, brush the teeth, go to bed, sleep, wake up, repeat…. sounds like dreaming.
Melanie winced as Mrs. Brooks handed out the final exams. She hadn't studied. Hell, she didn't even know she'd signed up for this class. Then it hit her. She wasn't in high school. She was forty seven years old and just dreaming.
"No thanks," she said, handing the test back.
Good one! It immediately made me remember the “Oh you’ll wish you would be back in school once you grow up” bullshit people kept telling me growing up. Hated that. Never wanted to go back, and never will…
I'm 64 and I STILL have these nightmares... 😂
My husband has them too but I've never dreamed about exams at school at all
Oh, I hate dreams like that! I get them about high school math.
[50mg of Dreaming]
Knowing faces all around, like a theater of goblins waiting to reveal the true meaning of gently drawn lips and pearly white rows of teeth. Smile or snarl?
“Choose,” commanded the influencer.
“Fine,” the kid answered.
How they snarled until the screen went dark...
The kid enjoyed dinner with family.
[Edit: I thought it was love not dreaming. Still works, kid woke up.]
Which dreams are the weirdest? Falling? Drowning? Flying? Varying states of undress?
I think the weirdest dream is the one I had last night: a dream about not sleeping well in the one stretch of REM sleep I got in a night of not sleeping well!
Dreams imitate life sometimes.
I've definitely had those sorts of dreams :)
Dreaming
I don’t like dreaming. I never have. Never have I had a pleasant dream, one that doesn’t keep me up late at night. Each night that I close my eyes, I hope for a dreamless couple of hours. I wish I liked dreaming, but my nightmares almost always come true.
I’m going to struggle with this week - I don’t write romance! I’m going to break myself in gently with a more factual piece. Lovely sentiment in your 50!
Oh feel free to go any genre, it’s just that the words will be closer to love/romance themes
Haha! I can make anything dark 👿
I guess your stories for this week will be sweet as dark chocolate cupcakes, then... or devil's food? 😉
Something like that! 😂