Hypnonautics

Lately, I have been having dreams centered around the stock market. The dreams follow the same story each time. I wake up in the morning to find my investments have increased dramatically. One such stock being Dogecoin at over $8,000 a share. Another stock went up equally high, if not higher, but it was not a cryptocurrency. However, the stress from the recent battles in the stock market has entered my dreams from the day I heard about them. The market volatility is beyond anything I have seen, and I am truly excited to watch this play out as much as I am able. I feel like an economist, though I am not, watching closely to see what might happen on Monday morning. In my mind, it feels like I am standing at the edge of a bountiful field with a scythe in my hand. It is interesting because these dreams are behaving in a way that I consider uncommon. Usually, more than a week will pass before I dream about something that I have seen in the real world. This makes me wonder how stress can imp...

Art provided by my friend Shellie Summers. January 11th The Gardener A little old woman had a garden and enjoyed sharing its fruit with others. The world was in crisis, and she was glad to help others. The world asked her for vegetables from her garden, so she bagged and sent them to everyone. Some were unsatisfied with what she gave and wanted more than others. The woman heard their complaints and began setting some vegetables aside at her own home. This was seen as scandalous because nobody knew that she planned to put her portion aside and give it all away. No one knew that this old woman was God in human form. Working quietly and discreetly as He tends to do. Unbreakable This dream took place inside of an abandoned facility, carved into an underground canyon. A doctor lived and worked here in secret, infecting people with a parasite that allowed him to manipulate them. Four people wandered into his cave , potential victims, my brother and I being two of them. The doctor had a cli...

Photo by Joe Shields on Unsplash A wooden cabin sat in isolation on a hill. The sky was colored grey; the ground was blanketed with a deep layer of snow. A once lit fireplace was blown out by freezing winds that passed through open windows and crumbling walls in an open living space. There are about six people there. While five of them stood outside of the room looking in, two of them stood face to face within. You heard those numbers right - something else was in this big open room. It stood across from a grandfather with a shotgun who was standing in the doorway; blood splattered upwards across the wall behind it, smiling cynically as it bleeds from grey skin, as it started to prop itself up with four arms. As the family began to pour into the room, thinking it was near to death, it suddenly sprang up and leaped out a window into the cold. The old man, against his family's wishes, stepped out in pursuit with an ax, ready to finish the job. As his family crept out behind him, the...