Tag Archive: Dreams


A-50

Things are getting weird. I am seeing more of Seth’s thoughts, and I know he is seeing more of mine. I mean it is really getting weird. I am even seeing some of his daydreams, I mean even some I know he wouldn’t want me to see.

Let me see if I can explain.  Earlier this summer I was given a drink by Mara that made a part of my mind open to hear thoughts, if they were directed at me. With practice I was able to send my thoughts to Seth. At first I couldn’t control it, but with practice it became easy.

Then, after the trip to Seth’s world, I was more “tuned” to Seth than any of the others. I was able to send and receive easier. But now! Now it is like the control is slipping. Too many of his thoughts are coming in. I know from looks he has given me as well as thoughts that too many of mine are being picked up by him.

We had an argument yesterday. Okay, I know that friends argue. This time though we were shocked to realize that the argument was all by thought. I mean, it was like we both suddenly realized it was all thought. It shocked both of us. I think Seth was more shook up. He told me that he had never done that before.

Something is going on. I am going to have to ask Mara about it.

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A-40

Sorry I haven’t written very much lately. There really hasn’t been much to write about. Seth seems to have sunk into a depression. I know he misses his home and is frustrated that he is stuck in our time.

His dreams are of his world. Sometimes he is trying to stay in his world and he gets sucked into ours. He wakes up in a sweat. I know because I wake up then too. I don’t know if he knows I am awake or not.

I feel like I am seeing more of his thoughts than I used to. Some of them I don’t think he would want me to see. I know some of my daydreams have escaped into his mind too. I get embarrassed. He hasn’t said anything, and I haven’t either.

I am going to talk to Mara about it. Maybe it is normal for their kind.

A – 8 the dream

I had a dream that I was playing on the beach under a magenta sky. (Isn’t weird, until this summer I didn’t know what magenta was, now I know it is a rich deep purple.) Anyway. I was building sand castles. There were other kids building them too. My sand castle looked like any I would see any kid building at the beach, maybe a little better, but the other kids were building these wonderful structures out of sand. Tall towers, curved arches. Then one of the kids saw my castle and started laughing. The others came around and pointed, laughing at it and then at me.

One of the tall boys came over and kicked my sand castle over and told me that I was too stupid to build sand castles on their beach. That I was too stupid to even be on their beach. That stupid people like me needed to be fed to the monster. The other kids agreed and they all grabbed me and picked me up. They started chanting “monster, monster, monster.

Then I realized it was me they were calling the monster. I was the one who killed my sister, I was the monster. A new voice joined them and I twisted my head around and there was my sister, there was Mary and she was chanting monster, monster, monster.

Everything stopped. All the noise, all the movement, everything. The sky turned a calming blue. Then I was standing. Seth was there standing next to me, telling me it is just a dream. The kids were gone. Mary was gone. Seth standing there was like a rock, like my whole life was anchored with him.

“Let’s swim,” he said. And . . . and . . .  I can’t remember what happened after that.