Today I found myself dreaming of owning and working an orange plantation in València.

Hoy me he encontrado soñando con tener y trabajar una plantación de naranjas en València.

I had a dream I was living in a castle with family and friends. At one point I started to wake up and then fell back to sleep which led me to realize it was a dream.
I started going around warning everybody it was a dream.
Some folks didn't believe me and thought I was joking or playing a game.
I was doing things like levitating giant rocks like Luke Skywalker and saying, "big fucking deal, I can levitate a fucking rock".
I know I force ligthninged the crap out of someone who told me "you'll always be a boy".
But the reason I'm tooting this at all is because of the person who had been like my lifelong nanny or something. She'd known me since birth basically.
She was lamenting loudly. I know she said, "I have a lifetime of memories! What will happen to them?"
And all I could say is, "I don't know."
There was someone else who had a new toy that was like a remote controlled car but was a living thing. They were so excited and showing it off and telling me all about it. I was so taken by their innocent joie de vivre, that I only smiled and nodded and decided not to tell them it was all about to end.

Spring is here! Fiete and Duck make the most of the beautiful days and go on a picnic! Our lazy duck can of course be pulled in the handcart while Fiete skates in the warm sun! And because the two of them have excellent taste in music, Duck has put together a whole playlist of spring songs!

Song: Saturday by Couch

Today’s comic is a little older. You need it on days when everything is really bad. Then you also need coffee, French rolls and a very, very nice person!

The song for the comic:
New World Coming by the one and only Cass Elliot!

Lets talk sleep and dreaming
How do people dream?

Do you see things like in reality?
(some people say they cant see anything)

Do you dream in colour or b&w?

Can you read written words?

Do you talk normally using your native language?

If you are multilingual what language are your dreams in?

Can you feel sensations like pain pleasure touch?

Can you feel heat & cold?

Anything else?

#Sleep
#Sleeping
#Dreaming
#Lucid
#Luciddreams
#Mind #Themind #brain
@crinolinerobot
@Uair
@Jyoti

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"subtle melodies and atmospheric soundscapes"

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First paragraph is a short story based on an apocalyptic dream where I was a prophet who could see how people would die or, if relevant, undergo radical, unplanned changes. I know of the coming apocalypse because everybody I saw was either dying soon or being severely altered. I couldn't see my own future, is course.

"The artist", as I call him, recognized me within moments while simultaneously mesmerizing and repulsing the crowd with lurid stories borne of too much alcohol, too many mushrooms, and too little sleep combined with exaggerated sadomasochistic occult rituals and the ensuing possessions, hauntings, visitations, and night terrors. He recognized me with not so much as a nod, grin, or wink in my direction, just a gentle stab to the medulla oblongata.

Had a dream where I was back in my childhood neighborhood only it had roving evil spirits from the national cemetery across the street who used their ability to see into your soul to discover your darkest secrets and use them to construct the sickest burns and cut downs.
That's all they did. Wander around offering devastatingly personalized insults while exchanging ghostly high fives.

The Truth is Here
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#glitch #glitchart #SciFi #sciencefiction #postapocalyptic #dystopian #biomech #distortion #cyberpunk #horror #nightmare #thoughtcontrol #mediaisthemessage #mcluhan #surrealism #distortedreality #alteredrealitt #dreaming

From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod…

—Robert Louis Stevenson, “The Land of Nod”
Published in A Child’s Garden of Verses (1885)

Image: illustration by Charles Robinson (1870–1937) to “The Land of Nod”

Today, 14 March, is #WorldSleepDay

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47431/the-land-of-nod