HeyJaredDream Journals
Curated by Tyler and Nicolle, this is our collective place to read, share, and connect on the stories, images, and experiences that guide us through our nights. Subscribe to us for regular shares of our community’s musings on dreams.
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Will I make it to the bus on time? (opens the original)
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It seems we all have recurring dreams. Mine tend to fall into two camps: teeth dreams and bus dreams. The common theme in my bus dreams is I don’t know which bus I’m supposed to take and I end up running around town in circles.I am at camp — or is it school? I see my sister is here too, but we are our current ages, 31 and 18. A counselor/teacher comes over and asks for my backpack. Her thrifted cardigan swallows up her small frame. She waits while I piece together her request. When she sees my h
The Beehive (opens the original)
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In a post-apocalyptic scenery, with nothing but yellow desert as far as the eye can see.I am with someone from my tribe or community at a trading meeting point in the desert when a boy walks up to me, smiling. Without saying anything (I believe we do not speak the same language) he places a large vessel made of glass — that looks a little like an oversized pear shaped vase — into my hands. Bees are swarming everywhere around us, and they sting me because I am nervous, restless, and afraid of the
Journeys End in Siblings Meeting (opens the original)
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My neighbor’s grandmother used to drive us to school. Living at a distance too far to walk or for the school buses to reach us, the quiet yet charming florist reliably either dropped us off or picked us up every day. My neighbor, my sister, and I would all hop into her bronze minivan and never speak—none of us existing in the same social circles and, therefore, feeling no need to puncture the silent force field we created.My dream begins with the three of us getting picked up in the morning. Wit
A Little Salt In My Slayer (opens the original)
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This entry contains spoilers for Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997–2003). I would tell you to read at your own discretion, but the show did air over 20 years ago… So whatever I spoil, it’s kind of on you.The Buffy the Vampire Slayer fandom has some strong, divisive opinions about the show’s final season; however, one thing is for certain: most fans agree that it was a very satisfying finale that completed the show’s arc. With the magical essence of the Slayer’s newly reclaimed scythe, on
Enrique (opens the original)
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My dead grandfather made a guest appearance in my dream. I don’t remember what he was doing there, but I woke up feeling warm and fuzzy. I was happy to be around him, in awe of witnessing his charming side that I heard so much about. Afterall, this was the man who famously negotiated a date with my grandmother when she came into his shop to buy crystal candle sticks so many decades ago.In reality, I tend to remember my grandfather negatively, as he was mean at the end of his life. My last memory
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