What you’ll find here are traces, thoughts, fractures, and gaps. Not a finished picture, but a fabric woven from attempts, memories, and possibilities. Maybe you’ll spot a pattern. Maybe you’ll get lost. Maybe you’ll find yourself. Or something entirely different.
A dream is not an error of the brain. It is an attempt of consciousness to understand itself in a language unbound by grammar, time, or space. Dreams are drafts of possible realities. They reveal what could happen if perception were not limited by the laws of the waking state.
What is a dream? Perhaps not a place we enter at night, but a language we have forgotten. A grammar of images that refuse to be unambiguous. Sometimes they tell us nothing about the past, but about a possibility that has not yet been decided.
It was an afternoon in the park, somewhere between crooked wooden tables and the scent of freshly cut grass. People had gathered in groups, voices mingling with the clinking of bottles. I sat down at one of the long tables, and there she was. Blonde, young, her eyes...
It began quietly. A dining hall full of voices, the clatter of trays, plates on long tables. I stood a little lost in line, eyes fixed on the tray, when she reached for a fork just in front of me. A fleeting moment, barely more than a passing. But when she turned around, our eyes met...
It was no great encounter, no fate announcing itself. It began in a room that smelled of spilled beer, with voices louder than they needed to be. I remember flickering lights, music from a cheap speaker – and her. She moved right through it all, as if the noise did not touch her but...
The next morning, as he sipped his coffee, he wrote as he always did. First the time, then the first words, still flickering. While he wrote, details returned, as if the paper itself drew them out. What else had been there? Himself. A friend. Guards. An agent. A wo...
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