#dreams — Public Fediverse posts

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50 States of Harmony

Last night I dreamed a man came by to see my paintings. You’ve probably seen it in the movies, someone comes by and the artist begins pulling her canvases from the rack to be ‘examined.’ In my dream I may have been wondering if it was my turn to be discovered, but it was me doing the discovering because among the stack were three practically identical canvases I had completely forgotten I’d done. Fact is, I’d never even seen them before! And yet they were among my work. Three paintings representing versions of our flag of stars and stripes, but in different colors and a totally different design. This new version had a massive ‘V’ coming down from above. V for Victory comes to mind. V, I like to think, for being victorious in uniting our different ‘states’—in this case—states of consciousness. Or maybe just accepting our different states of awareness of being and existing. That would be just as good, even if it only happens in a dream. Because it has to start somewhere.

Dreams take place in that higher dimension where we’re freed from the shackles of Time and Space and can go roaming around the universe at will, free to imagine these fifty states could be fifty states of harmony. Fifty states of joy and wonder. Fifty states of living in acceptance of one another. I can’t duplicate the image exactly because it wasn’t in this reality—yet. It was still in the ethers, the land of possibilities. And though it was clear to me at the time, once I woke up back here, it had gone all fuzzy.

But why three? It might be because they each represented a different stage of development. There was the War of Independence, then the Civil War, and now this new thing we’re grappling with and don’t have a name for yet, though we all know it’s a mess.

But there was a V like the tip of an arrow moving through space, bringing something higher down into something lower. And the shape of the flag being more square than rectangular (because it didn’t need to fly on some flagpole?) – well, you could practically see the M there… M for mankind, as in hu-man-ity, which is all of us.

And as for the stars and stripes, the ‘stars’ were round as circles, (as real stars are) floating like white-hot suns, representing not only in which state of the union we reside, but in which state of starlight we find ourselves in, now that we’re here. And the stripes were just lines. Thick ones, granted, maybe because they were coming together, joining up to create a new state of alignment. I can’t remember their particular placements, probably because it’s all in a state of flux at the moment. Or maybe because the only stripes necessary in this case were the ones representing the V. Victory of the Good, the True and the Beautiful, held up by the two poles at each end—forming an M for Hu-Man-ity.  

* Full disclosure: The man who came by to see my work didn’t just appear out of nowhere. He was sent over by a friend I haven’t been in touch with since I told her about the time I found heaven and she accused me of being selfish. I was sorry about that, and now in the dream she was calling me up, telling me she was sorry too, and that a man would be coming by.

50 States of Harmony

Last night I dreamed a man came by to see my paintings. You’ve probably seen it in the movies, someone comes by and the artist begins pulling her canvases from the rack to be ‘examined.’ In my dream I may have been wondering if it was my turn to be discovered, but it was me doing the discovering because among the stack were three practically identical canvases I had completely forgotten I’d done. Fact is, I’d never even seen them before! And yet they were among my work. Three paintings representing versions of our flag of stars and stripes, but in different colors and a totally different design. This new version had a massive ‘V’ coming down from above. V for Victory comes to mind. V, I like to think, for being victorious in uniting our different ‘states’—in this case—states of consciousness. Or maybe just accepting our different states of awareness of being and existing. That would be just as good, even if it only happens in a dream. Because it has to start somewhere.

Dreams take place in that higher dimension where we’re freed from the shackles of Time and Space and can go roaming around the universe at will, free to imagine these fifty states could be fifty states of harmony. Fifty states of joy and wonder. Fifty states of living in acceptance of one another. I can’t duplicate the image exactly because it wasn’t in this reality—yet. It was still in the ethers, the land of possibilities. And though it was clear to me at the time, once I woke up back here, it had gone all fuzzy.

But why three? It might be because they each represented a different stage of development. There was the War of Independence, then the Civil War, and now this new thing we’re grappling with and don’t have a name for yet, though we all know it’s a mess.

But there was a V like the tip of an arrow moving through space, bringing something higher down into something lower. And the shape of the flag being more square than rectangular (because it didn’t need to fly on some flagpole?) – well, you could practically see the M there… M for mankind, as in hu-man-ity, which is all of us.

And as for the stars and stripes, the ‘stars’ were round as circles, (as real stars are) floating like white-hot suns, representing not only in which state of the union we reside, but in which state of starlight we find ourselves in, now that we’re here. And the stripes were just lines. Thick ones, granted, maybe because they were coming together, joining up to create a new state of alignment. I can’t remember their particular placements, probably because it’s all in a state of flux at the moment. Or maybe because the only stripes necessary in this case were the ones representing the V. Victory of the Good, the True and the Beautiful, held up by the two poles at each end—forming an M for Hu-Man-ity.  

* Full disclosure: The man who came by to see my work didn’t just appear out of nowhere. He was sent over by a friend I haven’t been in touch with since I told her about the time I found heaven and she accused me of being selfish. I was sorry about that, and now in the dream she was calling me up, telling me she was sorry too, and that a man would be coming by.

50 States of Harmony

Last night I dreamed a man came by to see my paintings. You’ve probably seen it in the movies, someone comes by and the artist begins pulling her canvases from the rack to be ‘examined.’ In my dream I may have been wondering if it was my turn to be discovered, but it was me doing the discovering because among the stack were three practically identical canvases I had completely forgotten I’d done. Fact is, I’d never even seen them before! And yet they were among my work. Three paintings representing versions of our flag of stars and stripes, but in different colors and a totally different design. This new version had a massive ‘V’ coming down from above. V for Victory comes to mind. V, I like to think, for being victorious in uniting our different ‘states’—in this case—states of consciousness. Or maybe just accepting our different states of awareness of being and existing. That would be just as good, even if it only happens in a dream. Because it has to start somewhere.

Dreams take place in that higher dimension where we’re freed from the shackles of Time and Space and can go roaming around the universe at will, free to imagine these fifty states could be fifty states of harmony. Fifty states of joy and wonder. Fifty states of living in acceptance of one another. I can’t duplicate the image exactly because it wasn’t in this reality—yet. It was still in the ethers, the land of possibilities. And though it was clear to me at the time, once I woke up back here, it had gone all fuzzy.

But why three? It might be because they each represented a different stage of development. There was the War of Independence, then the Civil War, and now this new thing we’re grappling with and don’t have a name for yet, though we all know it’s a mess.

But there was a V like the tip of an arrow moving through space, bringing something higher down into something lower. And the shape of the flag being more square than rectangular (because it didn’t need to fly on some flagpole?) – well, you could practically see the M there… M for mankind, as in hu-man-ity, which is all of us.

And as for the stars and stripes, the ‘stars’ were round as circles, (as real stars are) floating like white-hot suns, representing not only in which state of the union we reside, but in which state of starlight we find ourselves in, now that we’re here. And the stripes were just lines. Thick ones, granted, maybe because they were coming together, joining up to create a new state of alignment. I can’t remember their particular placements, probably because it’s all in a state of flux at the moment. Or maybe because the only stripes necessary in this case were the ones representing the V. Victory of the Good, the True and the Beautiful, held up by the two poles at each end—forming an M for Hu-Man-ity.  

* Full disclosure: The man who came by to see my work didn’t just appear out of nowhere. He was sent over by a friend I haven’t been in touch with since I told her about the time I found heaven and she accused me of being selfish. I was sorry about that, and now in the dream she was calling me up, telling me she was sorry too, and that a man would be coming by.

50 States of Harmony

Last night I dreamed a man came by to see my paintings. You’ve probably seen it in the movies, someone comes by and the artist begins pulling her canvases from the rack to be ‘examined.’ In my dream I may have been wondering if it was my turn to be discovered, but it was me doing the discovering because among the stack were three practically identical canvases I had completely forgotten I’d done. Fact is, I’d never even seen them before! And yet they were among my work. Three paintings representing versions of our flag of stars and stripes, but in different colors and a totally different design. This new version had a massive ‘V’ coming down from above. V for Victory comes to mind. V, I like to think, for being victorious in uniting our different ‘states’—in this case—states of consciousness. Or maybe just accepting our different states of awareness of being and existing. That would be just as good, even if it only happens in a dream. Because it has to start somewhere.

Dreams take place in that higher dimension where we’re freed from the shackles of Time and Space and can go roaming around the universe at will, free to imagine these fifty states could be fifty states of harmony. Fifty states of joy and wonder. Fifty states of living in acceptance of one another. I can’t duplicate the image exactly because it wasn’t in this reality—yet. It was still in the ethers, the land of possibilities. And though it was clear to me at the time, once I woke up back here, it had gone all fuzzy.

But why three? It might be because they each represented a different stage of development. There was the War of Independence, then the Civil War, and now this new thing we’re grappling with and don’t have a name for yet, though we all know it’s a mess.

But there was a V like the tip of an arrow moving through space, bringing something higher down into something lower. And the shape of the flag being more square than rectangular (because it didn’t need to fly on some flagpole?) – well, you could practically see the M there… M for mankind, as in hu-man-ity, which is all of us.

And as for the stars and stripes, the ‘stars’ were round as circles, (as real stars are) floating like white-hot suns, representing not only in which state of the union we reside, but in which state of starlight we find ourselves in, now that we’re here. And the stripes were just lines. Thick ones, granted, maybe because they were coming together, joining up to create a new state of alignment. I can’t remember their particular placements, probably because it’s all in a state of flux at the moment. Or maybe because the only stripes necessary in this case were the ones representing the V. Victory of the Good, the True and the Beautiful, held up by the two poles at each end—forming an M for Hu-Man-ity.  

* Full disclosure: The man who came by to see my work didn’t just appear out of nowhere. He was sent over by a friend I haven’t been in touch with since I told her about the time I found heaven and she accused me of being selfish. I was sorry about that, and now in the dream she was calling me up, telling me she was sorry too, and that a man would be coming by.

50 States of Harmony

Last night I dreamed a man came by to see my paintings. You’ve probably seen it in the movies, someone comes by and the artist begins pulling her canvases from the rack to be ‘examined.’ In my dream I may have been wondering if it was my turn to be discovered, but it was me doing the discovering because among the stack were three practically identical canvases I had completely forgotten I’d done. Fact is, I’d never even seen them before! And yet they were among my work. Three paintings representing versions of our flag of stars and stripes, but in different colors and a totally different design. This new version had a massive ‘V’ coming down from above. V for Victory comes to mind. V, I like to think, for being victorious in uniting our different ‘states’—in this case—states of consciousness. Or maybe just accepting our different states of awareness of being and existing. That would be just as good, even if it only happens in a dream. Because it has to start somewhere.

Dreams take place in that higher dimension where we’re freed from the shackles of Time and Space and can go roaming around the universe at will, free to imagine these fifty states could be fifty states of harmony. Fifty states of joy and wonder. Fifty states of living in acceptance of one another. I can’t duplicate the image exactly because it wasn’t in this reality—yet. It was still in the ethers, the land of possibilities. And though it was clear to me at the time, once I woke up back here, it had gone all fuzzy.

But why three? It might be because they each represented a different stage of development. There was the War of Independence, then the Civil War, and now this new thing we’re grappling with and don’t have a name for yet, though we all know it’s a mess.

But there was a V like the tip of an arrow moving through space, bringing something higher down into something lower. And the shape of the flag being more square than rectangular (because it didn’t need to fly on some flagpole?) – well, you could practically see the M there… M for mankind, as in hu-man-ity, which is all of us.

And as for the stars and stripes, the ‘stars’ were round as circles, (as real stars are) floating like white-hot suns, representing not only in which state of the union we reside, but in which state of starlight we find ourselves in, now that we’re here. And the stripes were just lines. Thick ones, granted, maybe because they were coming together, joining up to create a new state of alignment. I can’t remember their particular placements, probably because it’s all in a state of flux at the moment. Or maybe because the only stripes necessary in this case were the ones representing the V. Victory of the Good, the True and the Beautiful, held up by the two poles at each end—forming an M for Hu-Man-ity.  

* Full disclosure: The man who came by to see my work didn’t just appear out of nowhere. He was sent over by a friend I haven’t been in touch with since I told her about the time I found heaven and she accused me of being selfish. I was sorry about that, and now in the dream she was calling me up, telling me she was sorry too, and that a man would be coming by.

5 Poems by Neha Singh Soni

Soulmates

My heart whispers
the whispers of your heart
A steady rhythm
a love song from the start.

A slow beat,
a gasp, conveys
ur love to me
in countless ways

A faster lub-dub,
when you’re near,
echoes a thrill,
so soft, so clear…

the whispers, the pulses,
the heart strings
tied together
as we exhange rings

~~

Beats per minute

the silence between two
heartbeats—
the pause
a void
carved by a black hole

will the heart beat again?
it did—
A tremble…then a thud
the cosmos stirred

the heartbeat between two
silences,
the pulse
a lub-dub of stars
echoing through emptiness

a gasp of fresh air
the realisation of life—
Will the silence
return again?

~~

Bag of dreams

I carry a bag of dreams
that seems light
to a passerby—
the way stars seem
to an onlooker:
weightless,
minuscule.
But in truth
they are massive—
scorching,
beyond reach.
That is what
my bag of dreams
is like—
light
as a star.

~~

Petrichor

Poetry to me is like
rain is to Earth

I am a dry barren land
craving poetic rain
when suddenly cloudy thoughts begin to float all around.

I wait calmly
as my sky fills with
grey hues of reflection.

A slow breeze
tickles my insides
becoming a raging thunderstorm.

Soon it starts drizzling
a word or two,
gradually swelling into
a heavy shower of sentences, stanzas,
rhymed and unrhymed
gradually settling as
sonnets & free verse.

and then there the calm
after the rain
when all I am left with is
petrichor of poetry.

~~

‘S’ for Solitude

It’s the solitude
where I belong
And no, it is
not loneliness,
just the solitude
for I am a Poet

I have to breathe the silence
dissolved in the air
that envelops me,
becoming a shield
between the world and me

This solitude
secretly suffuses
all its warmth into my soul
and I wait in its entirety

as silence gently
metamorphoses
into syllables
into sentences
into poetry

It’s the solitude
where I belong,
not the separation,
isolation
just solitude
for I am a Poet
and
for a poet
solitude is bliss…

Copyright © 2026 Neha Singh Soni
All Rights Reserved

5 Poems by Neha Singh Soni

Soulmates

My heart whispers
the whispers of your heart
A steady rhythm
a love song from the start.

A slow beat,
a gasp, conveys
ur love to me
in countless ways

A faster lub-dub,
when you’re near,
echoes a thrill,
so soft, so clear…

the whispers, the pulses,
the heart strings
tied together
as we exhange rings

~~

Beats per minute

the silence between two
heartbeats—
the pause
a void
carved by a black hole

will the heart beat again?
it did—
A tremble…then a thud
the cosmos stirred

the heartbeat between two
silences,
the pulse
a lub-dub of stars
echoing through emptiness

a gasp of fresh air
the realisation of life—
Will the silence
return again?

~~

Bag of dreams

I carry a bag of dreams
that seems light
to a passerby—
the way stars seem
to an onlooker:
weightless,
minuscule.
But in truth
they are massive—
scorching,
beyond reach.
That is what
my bag of dreams
is like—
light
as a star.

~~

Petrichor

Poetry to me is like
rain is to Earth

I am a dry barren land
craving poetic rain
when suddenly cloudy thoughts begin to float all around.

I wait calmly
as my sky fills with
grey hues of reflection.

A slow breeze
tickles my insides
becoming a raging thunderstorm.

Soon it starts drizzling
a word or two,
gradually swelling into
a heavy shower of sentences, stanzas,
rhymed and unrhymed
gradually settling as
sonnets & free verse.

and then there the calm
after the rain
when all I am left with is
petrichor of poetry.

~~

‘S’ for Solitude

It’s the solitude
where I belong
And no, it is
not loneliness,
just the solitude
for I am a Poet

I have to breathe the silence
dissolved in the air
that envelops me,
becoming a shield
between the world and me

This solitude
secretly suffuses
all its warmth into my soul
and I wait in its entirety

as silence gently
metamorphoses
into syllables
into sentences
into poetry

It’s the solitude
where I belong,
not the separation,
isolation
just solitude
for I am a Poet
and
for a poet
solitude is bliss…

Copyright © 2026 Neha Singh Soni
All Rights Reserved

5 Poems by Neha Singh Soni

Soulmates

My heart whispers
the whispers of your heart
A steady rhythm
a love song from the start.

A slow beat,
a gasp, conveys
ur love to me
in countless ways

A faster lub-dub,
when you’re near,
echoes a thrill,
so soft, so clear…

the whispers, the pulses,
the heart strings
tied together
as we exhange rings

~~

Beats per minute

the silence between two
heartbeats—
the pause
a void
carved by a black hole

will the heart beat again?
it did—
A tremble…then a thud
the cosmos stirred

the heartbeat between two
silences,
the pulse
a lub-dub of stars
echoing through emptiness

a gasp of fresh air
the realisation of life—
Will the silence
return again?

~~

Bag of dreams

I carry a bag of dreams
that seems light
to a passerby—
the way stars seem
to an onlooker:
weightless,
minuscule.
But in truth
they are massive—
scorching,
beyond reach.
That is what
my bag of dreams
is like—
light
as a star.

~~

Petrichor

Poetry to me is like
rain is to Earth

I am a dry barren land
craving poetic rain
when suddenly cloudy thoughts begin to float all around.

I wait calmly
as my sky fills with
grey hues of reflection.

A slow breeze
tickles my insides
becoming a raging thunderstorm.

Soon it starts drizzling
a word or two,
gradually swelling into
a heavy shower of sentences, stanzas,
rhymed and unrhymed
gradually settling as
sonnets & free verse.

and then there the calm
after the rain
when all I am left with is
petrichor of poetry.

~~

‘S’ for Solitude

It’s the solitude
where I belong
And no, it is
not loneliness,
just the solitude
for I am a Poet

I have to breathe the silence
dissolved in the air
that envelops me,
becoming a shield
between the world and me

This solitude
secretly suffuses
all its warmth into my soul
and I wait in its entirety

as silence gently
metamorphoses
into syllables
into sentences
into poetry

It’s the solitude
where I belong,
not the separation,
isolation
just solitude
for I am a Poet
and
for a poet
solitude is bliss…

Copyright © 2026 Neha Singh Soni
All Rights Reserved

5 Poems by Neha Singh Soni

Soulmates

My heart whispers
the whispers of your heart
A steady rhythm
a love song from the start.

A slow beat,
a gasp, conveys
ur love to me
in countless ways

A faster lub-dub,
when you’re near,
echoes a thrill,
so soft, so clear…

the whispers, the pulses,
the heart strings
tied together
as we exhange rings

~~

Beats per minute

the silence between two
heartbeats—
the pause
a void
carved by a black hole

will the heart beat again?
it did—
A tremble…then a thud
the cosmos stirred

the heartbeat between two
silences,
the pulse
a lub-dub of stars
echoing through emptiness

a gasp of fresh air
the realisation of life—
Will the silence
return again?

~~

Bag of dreams

I carry a bag of dreams
that seems light
to a passerby—
the way stars seem
to an onlooker:
weightless,
minuscule.
But in truth
they are massive—
scorching,
beyond reach.
That is what
my bag of dreams
is like—
light
as a star.

~~

Petrichor

Poetry to me is like
rain is to Earth

I am a dry barren land
craving poetic rain
when suddenly cloudy thoughts begin to float all around.

I wait calmly
as my sky fills with
grey hues of reflection.

A slow breeze
tickles my insides
becoming a raging thunderstorm.

Soon it starts drizzling
a word or two,
gradually swelling into
a heavy shower of sentences, stanzas,
rhymed and unrhymed
gradually settling as
sonnets & free verse.

and then there the calm
after the rain
when all I am left with is
petrichor of poetry.

~~

‘S’ for Solitude

It’s the solitude
where I belong
And no, it is
not loneliness,
just the solitude
for I am a Poet

I have to breathe the silence
dissolved in the air
that envelops me,
becoming a shield
between the world and me

This solitude
secretly suffuses
all its warmth into my soul
and I wait in its entirety

as silence gently
metamorphoses
into syllables
into sentences
into poetry

It’s the solitude
where I belong,
not the separation,
isolation
just solitude
for I am a Poet
and
for a poet
solitude is bliss…

Copyright © 2026 Neha Singh Soni
All Rights Reserved

5 Poems by Neha Singh Soni

Soulmates

My heart whispers
the whispers of your heart
A steady rhythm
a love song from the start.

A slow beat,
a gasp, conveys
ur love to me
in countless ways

A faster lub-dub,
when you’re near,
echoes a thrill,
so soft, so clear…

the whispers, the pulses,
the heart strings
tied together
as we exhange rings

~~

Beats per minute

the silence between two
heartbeats—
the pause
a void
carved by a black hole

will the heart beat again?
it did—
A tremble…then a thud
the cosmos stirred

the heartbeat between two
silences,
the pulse
a lub-dub of stars
echoing through emptiness

a gasp of fresh air
the realisation of life—
Will the silence
return again?

~~

Bag of dreams

I carry a bag of dreams
that seems light
to a passerby—
the way stars seem
to an onlooker:
weightless,
minuscule.
But in truth
they are massive—
scorching,
beyond reach.
That is what
my bag of dreams
is like—
light
as a star.

~~

Petrichor

Poetry to me is like
rain is to Earth

I am a dry barren land
craving poetic rain
when suddenly cloudy thoughts begin to float all around.

I wait calmly
as my sky fills with
grey hues of reflection.

A slow breeze
tickles my insides
becoming a raging thunderstorm.

Soon it starts drizzling
a word or two,
gradually swelling into
a heavy shower of sentences, stanzas,
rhymed and unrhymed
gradually settling as
sonnets & free verse.

and then there the calm
after the rain
when all I am left with is
petrichor of poetry.

~~

‘S’ for Solitude

It’s the solitude
where I belong
And no, it is
not loneliness,
just the solitude
for I am a Poet

I have to breathe the silence
dissolved in the air
that envelops me,
becoming a shield
between the world and me

This solitude
secretly suffuses
all its warmth into my soul
and I wait in its entirety

as silence gently
metamorphoses
into syllables
into sentences
into poetry

It’s the solitude
where I belong,
not the separation,
isolation
just solitude
for I am a Poet
and
for a poet
solitude is bliss…

Copyright © 2026 Neha Singh Soni
All Rights Reserved

Dreams Mean Nothing

The android woke up and couldn't figure out whether it was an android dreaming it was an electric sheep, or an electric sheep dreaming it was an android.

#Dreams #Philosophy #Consciousness #SelfReflection #Mindset

💁🏻‍♀️ ICYMI: 🌹🎨 An animated short from #MoMA's Once Upon an Artwork series, directed by Shadab Shayegan, explores a dream world inspired by Leonora Carrington's 1953 #painting And Then We Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur.

Through imaginative #play, the #film introduces young viewers to Carrington's surreal universe of mythical #creatures and magical transformations.

👉 Learn more: https://seethis.tv/post/the-dream-of-the-magical-rose-moma-once-upon-an-artwork

#activities #animals #animation #art #dogs #dreams #exploration #flowers #imagination #kids #magic #minotaur #museum #surrealism #symbols #mythology #education #tksst #video

💁🏻‍♀️ ICYMI: 🌹🎨 An animated short from #MoMA's Once Upon an Artwork series, directed by Shadab Shayegan, explores a dream world inspired by Leonora Carrington's 1953 #painting And Then We Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur.

Through imaginative #play, the #film introduces young viewers to Carrington's surreal universe of mythical #creatures and magical transformations.

👉 Learn more: https://seethis.tv/post/the-dream-of-the-magical-rose-moma-once-upon-an-artwork

#activities #animals #animation #art #dogs #dreams #exploration #flowers #imagination #kids #magic #minotaur #museum #surrealism #symbols #mythology #education #tksst #video

💁🏻‍♀️ ICYMI: 🌹🎨 An animated short from #MoMA's Once Upon an Artwork series, directed by Shadab Shayegan, explores a dream world inspired by Leonora Carrington's 1953 #painting And Then We Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur.

Through imaginative #play, the #film introduces young viewers to Carrington's surreal universe of mythical #creatures and magical transformations.

👉 Learn more: https://seethis.tv/post/the-dream-of-the-magical-rose-moma-once-upon-an-artwork

#activities #animals #animation #art #dogs #dreams #exploration #flowers #imagination #kids #magic #minotaur #museum #surrealism #symbols #mythology #education #tksst #video

💁🏻‍♀️ NEW: 🌹🎨 An animated short from #MoMA's Once Upon an Artwork series, directed by Shadab Shayegan, explores a dream world inspired by Leonora Carrington's 1953 #painting And Then We Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur.

Through imaginative #play, the #film introduces young viewers to Carrington's surreal universe of mythical #creatures and magical transformations.

👉 Learn more: https://seethis.tv/post/the-dream-of-the-magical-rose-moma-once-upon-an-artwork

#activities #animals #animation #art #dogs #dreams #exploration #flowers #imagination #kids #magic #minotaur #museum #surrealism #symbols #mythology #education #tksst #video

Hospice doctor reveals the loved ones who will visit and those who won’t in your final dreams

https://web.brid.gy/r/https://www.upworthy.com/hospice-doctor-reveals-the-loved-ones-who-will-visit-and-those-who-wont-in-your-final-dreams/

Sunday’s Showstopper

A good BS title to start with don’t cha think?

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Your three words today are:
OVEN
OVER
ORAL

Three Things Challenge ✅

Dreams are an interesting subject.

Some dreams take us down dark tunnels where we suddenly sit up screaming and drenched in sweat like we just stepped out of an oven.

1. Dreams Interweave

Other ones have us over in a fantasy land of sexual desires where we don’t want to wake up yet, trying to force sleep to return us to that exact moment and yet others can take us down memory lane. But all of these occur when we are in a deep sleep {REM}, what about those dreams we have while our eyes are opened wide?

1. Blue Dreams

Those dreams are all in the review mirror now but new dreams are on the horizon. In my quest to fulfill another dream I have turned to one of my favorite things in life, music. Even though haters will hate on AI generated sound I am barking loud and proud with it. This is my oral declaration.

As you leave my blog site today
May you find peace in your own way
Do what places joy in your heart
And don't let haters stand in the way

Jl 2626 ©https://www.peaceful-threads.com

The Reality of Dreams

https://johnbronze.wordpress.com/2026/07/24/the-reality-of-dreams/

Someday when I'm not busy building stuph I have to try the flight simulator in Google Earth #wishes #dreams

Get Ready for the Final Blast of DreamState Art #dreams #inspiration #inspired #listen https://muz4now.com/2023/get-ready-for-the-final-blast-of-dreamstate-art

https://www.europesays.com/africa/238240/ Obasanjo Shares Healthy Living Tips After 40 Years of Diabet #AbeokutaGolfClub #DiabetesManagement #DREAMS+C #DREMS+C #FirstBank #GolfTournament #HealthyDiet #HealthyLiving #Nigeria #OlusegunObasanjo #PreventativeHealthcare #RegularExercise #SeniorHealth

Tuesday, February 10, 2026

https://activitypub.writeworks.uk/2026/02/tuesday-february-10-2026/

https://de320.isrefer.com/go/root396gift/Stuartn/
 
#PurposeDriven #DreamChaser #MindsetShift #CreateYourReality #BelieveInYourself #YouAreCapable #ThinkandGrowEducation #RayBehan #Meditation #Dreams

I dreamt I was on a really good film set, shooting a high profile comedy (yeah, I know, we don’t really make those as much lately) with really talented writers, directors and such. Felt really good, such a nice break from what the world is right now.

#dreams #film #movie #filmset

I dreamt I was on a really good film set, shooting a high profile comedy (yeah, I know, we don’t really make those as much lately) with really talented writers, directors and such. Felt really good, such a nice break from what the world is right now. #dreams #film #movie #filmset

https://nkvsspsundaycomics.thecomicseries.com/comics/387/

True story 🤣😅

#kitteh #puppy #ralph #sundaycomic #dreams #webcomics #comics #comicbookhour #comicbookchat #dangit #writer #writerscurse #ohwell #SundayMood #sunday #mondaythoughts #vibecheck

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#edmacmahon #starsearch #tv #vaporwave #vaporwaves #aesthetc #vaporwaveaesthetc #retro #art #arts #stars #artnet #entertainment #dream #dreams

I had a dream last night where I was involved in some kind of organized crime run by a professional football star who'd been canceled for bad behavior. When I woke up, I had to look up the guy's name to see if he was really in the NFL: Travis Baldree. The Legends and Lattes guy.

🤣 I'm such a dork.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Travis_Baldree #TravisBaldree #LegendsAndLattes #dream #dreams #dreaming #weirdDream #books #bookstodon #fantasyBooks

#BeverlyGlennCopeland’s #Revolution #Songs.

The #pioneering #electronic #musician opens up about his latest #work, the #ancestors that shape him, and his #dreams of #globalrevolution.

#TransMen #Transgender #LGBTQ #LGBTQIA #Entertainment #Music #Representation #Culture

https://www.them.us/story/beverly-glenn-copeland-the-ones-ahead-interview

If you love #dreaming and you are struggling to #dream when you #sleep then buy some #5htp, I specifically buy the 200mg dose and when I started taking them recently I have been having #dreams every night almost after having recommended dose. It's legal in every country but use as directed on the bottle or specified directions from your doctor.

Hey there! By way of #introduction I'm into #Snacking #ComplexityTheory #Emergence #Jung #Freud #psychology #Bowie #psychiatry #RamDass #CatsOfMastodon #Archetypes #WoodsCove #gardening #Fredagain #yoga #TranscendentalMeditation #Snacks #Haai #cooking #laundry #Jamiexx #Hermes #Hermeneutics #Swimming #qualitativeresearch #BeverlyGlennCopeland #Psyche #PotatoChips #Soul #Dreams #FieldTheory #AnalyticThird #ArchetypalThird #WeightBearingExercise #Skincare