Dream Journal Series

  The Dream I honestly can’t say whether this was a dream or something else entirely. It blurred the line between sleep and waking in a way I had never experienced before. That afternoon, I became suddenly and overwhelmingly sleepy—the kind of heaviness that feels physical, as if gravity itself were pulling me down. The moment I lay back (which is unusual for me, since I rarely sleep on my back), I slipped under immediately. The next thing I knew, my eyes were open—but I could not move. Not a finger. Not my tongue. Not even a deeper breath than the shallow one I was already taking. It felt like being trapped inside my own body. In front of me appeared a flickering silhouette—not a shape I could name or a figure I could identify. It was color and light, shimmering like something alive yet undefined. It hovered above me, close enough that I was aware of it, but far enough that I could not make sense of it. When I tried to move, I felt sudden, absolute pressure around ...

  The Dream When I dream, it can be difficult to understand—and sometimes even harder to explain. There are moments when I question whether a dream means anything at all. In this dream, everything began instantly. As soon as I fell asleep, I was dreaming. I saw giant, robot-like beings in the streets. They were massive, round in form, from their heads to their bodies and arms. They had no legs. Instead, they hovered, floating and gliding through the air. Whatever they were, they felt unnatural. Chaos filled the streets. These beings were demolishing everything in their path. People were screaming, running, and desperately trying to survive. I noticed a man wearing a lab coat, holding a file. He was hiding among debris, trying not to be seen. I screamed at him, asking what we needed to do. He looked terrified, panicked for his life, and said only one word: “Run.” Then the scene shifted. I found myself in an entirely white place—so white that I couldn’t tell where the...