Changing Domain

This blog has moved to Dream Fiction.

The Headless Executioner

I was traveling with a detective, a scientist, and a tall creature resembling something in between a cat and a bear. We were investigating a series of murders that took place in a nearby village. Five men and women were beheaded between the hours of 10pm and midnight the night before we arrived and more bodies were surfacing. 

Early Morning Sketch of Our Companion

Tea With Marisha Pessl

Tea with Marisha Pessl. She wore a laced sun dress, shoulders exposed and white slippers. Quite inappropriate considering the sun was emitting the strongest of rays.

Strange Dream Shift

A burning building. The man stood next to me is built like Vince Vaughn. When the heat of the blaze reached our feet I heard a boy’s cry. My instinct dictated that I run into the flames

Lucid Nightmares Are Always the Same

A lucid nightmare can be dreadfully real no matter how many times you’ve experienced one. Like a lucid dream, you know you’re dreaming, but everything you encounter seems confrontational and terrifying

Detective for the Dead

I walked through the halls of an aged manor, feeling a little apprehensive about what I was doing. Instead of running away, something I did for many childhood years, I was playing detective for the dead.

Freeing the Dead

A mother told me her daughters were murdered a few days prior to my arrival in the dream. She cried on my shoulder and pleaded for help.

“How can I help?” I asked.

“They’re in my shed right now, scratching at the walls, trying to break out.”