Woke up with the wind and clouds blowing fast across. Cold and strange dreams again. Someone's been writing them down, digital fiction Dreaming Methods. Scrawled multimedia surreality as if Dave McKean had rewritten Myst while trapped in a Waking Life neverending dream cycle. Stories told from the bowles of the subconscious. This is what I see when I close my eyes.
"I dreamt that I stopped a speeding train by reaching out from the sides of the track and dragging the carraiges to a halt. The train screeched and smoked, the carraiged tipping and tilting, some collapsing onto their side on the embankment. I ran from the scene." -from Inside: A Dream Journal
[via Scarab Dreamer]
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