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taliane2: Clearly they are - Kindred Spirits 

taliane2:

Clearly they are - Kindred Spirits 

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You know that place between sleep and awake? The place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.
—  Peter Pan (via poetspiratesandpioneers)

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acid-child: this happens to me too much  Whenever I experience a very intense feeling in a dream, like love or fear (ha, opposite sides of the spectrum), I do tend to have that lingering dreamy feeling. Why is that? I’m sure there is some sort of scientific explanation, right?

acid-child:

this happens to me too much 

Whenever I experience a very intense feeling in a dream, like love or fear (ha, opposite sides of the spectrum), I do tend to have that lingering dreamy feeling. Why is that? I’m sure there is some sort of scientific explanation, right?

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thelittlethings-imgratefulfor: click here for more things to be grateful for! :)

thelittlethings-imgratefulfor:

click here for more things to be grateful for! :)

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slayground: [365 Films #27] - Picnic at Hanging Rock * (1975) “ What we see and what we seem are but a dream, a dream within a dream. ” - Miranda

slayground:

[365 Films #27] - Picnic at Hanging Rock * (1975)

“ What we see and what we seem are but a dream, a dream within a dream. ” - Miranda

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Hey, are you a dreamer? I haven’t seen too many around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming is dead, no one does it anymore. It’s not dead it’s just that it’s been forgotten, removed from our language. Nobody teaches it so nobody knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. Well, I’m trying to change all that, and I hope you are too. By dreaming, every day. Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it’s ever faced, ever. So whatever you do, don’t be bored, this is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive. And things are just starting.
—  Waking Life (via ultravioletaura)

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danceabletragedy: Dreamland—Parallel Worlds Theory by Jie He

danceabletragedy:

Dreamland—Parallel Worlds Theory by Jie He

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Words like this. “What IS reality? How would you DEFINE reality? If you mean things that you can touch, feel, taste- then reality is simply electrical impulses interpreted by your brain…”

Words like this. “What IS reality? How would you DEFINE reality? If you mean things that you can touch, feel, taste- then reality is simply electrical impulses interpreted by your brain…”

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eternalaraelys: “My first memory is of trying to figure out where I was. I’m not entirely sure what happened to me before that, but the pieces are still coming together even now.  Anyway, I just remember that I somehow knew I was laying supine on something soft. I could feel little pricks and tickles, and the word “grass” sprang to mind.  Try as I might though,  I couldn’t get any other information, just the name “grass” and a mental image of something foreign to me. I had no memories then, as I said. I didn’t even understand the image I had in my head. I somehow knew the “grass” was “green” but that was about it.     Throughout these thoughts, other pieces of information were sinking into me. I also knew that it was a comfortable temperature, and that the back of my head hurt pretty badly. It felt like I had smashed the back of my head into a wall. Through all these little thoughts flickering through my brain in those first few seconds, I began to both get my bearings and also get myself mildly freaked out. The first time I tried to open my eyes, they felt heavy and I couldn’t manage to make myself. After another attempt, I did, and what I saw both terrified me and filled me with the most exquisite sense of awe I could imagine.”  - First story segment, this isn’t the novel I’m working on but it’s based off a dream I had. If people like, I’ll continue. I really enjoyed this. It felt like deja vu as I was reading it! Quite intriguing. I am interested in hearing more. I want to know more about the story line.. and in what sense “my first memory” is meant.

eternalaraelys:

“My first memory is of trying to figure out where I was. I’m not entirely sure what happened to me before that, but the pieces are still coming together even now.  Anyway, I just remember that I somehow knew I was laying supine on something soft. I could feel little pricks and tickles, and the word “grass” sprang to mind.  Try as I might though,  I couldn’t get any other information, just the name “grass” and a mental image of something foreign to me. I had no memories then, as I said. I didn’t even understand the image I had in my head. I somehow knew the “grass” was “green” but that was about it.
    Throughout these thoughts, other pieces of information were sinking into me. I also knew that it was a comfortable temperature, and that the back of my head hurt pretty badly. It felt like I had smashed the back of my head into a wall. Through all these little thoughts flickering through my brain in those first few seconds, I began to both get my bearings and also get myself mildly freaked out. The first time I tried to open my eyes, they felt heavy and I couldn’t manage to make myself. After another attempt, I did, and what I saw both terrified me and filled me with the most exquisite sense of awe I could imagine.”  - First story segment, this isn’t the novel I’m working on but it’s based off a dream I had. If people like, I’ll continue.

I really enjoyed this. It felt like deja vu as I was reading it! Quite intriguing. I am interested in hearing more. I want to know more about the story line.. and in what sense “my first memory” is meant.

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