I think the Net carries dreams like currents in a river. We just have to learn how to cup our hands right to catch them. If our minds are not receptive, they will flow right past us. In the beginning, at least for me, I had to physically do something… keeping a journal was that something.

About a month before my grandmother passed, I dreamed I was sitting with her in the old garden behind her house… the one that hadn’t existed in years. Everything was blooming and she looked younger, glowing almost, and she kept offering me cut fruit on a little plate, like she used to when I was a kid. But the strange part was the way she l…[Read more]

I remember lucid dreaming as a kid, then I lost that ability for some reason… almost forgot I ever had it. Only in that last couple years or so I started working on it because my dreams were so crazy. Like, I kept getting trapped places with all this shit going on around me. Not sure what that means, but I worked on flying and walking thru…[Read more]

I dream a lot that I’m late for a performance which is weird because I’m not a performer… but everyone’s waiting for me and some people are mad but I can’t find the entrance or one of my shoes is missing or on a really bad night I’m not even dressed. Idk what it means, anxiety? Not feeling presentable?

I’ve read all the science stuff about dreams being brain maintenance, sorting memories, processing stress, dumping junk data, etc. And yeah, sure, some of that probably checks out. But honestly? That doesn’t feel like the whole story.
I’ve had dreams that hit with more emotional clarity than waking life ever could. Like my subconscious stage…[Read more]

I keep finding myself at the checkout counter… and then realize I don’t have my wallet. Every time. And it’s always so awkward. The cashier’s staring, there’s a line behind me, and I’m patting all my pockets like I didn’t already know it wasn’t there. Weirdly specific and somehow still mortifying.
Honestly, it’s probably about preparedness or f…[Read more]

yeah i’ve had this one since i was like… thirteen? i’m walking through this huge empty place sometimes a forest, sometimes like… abandoned hallways or a dried-up lakebed. it’s always dark. i’ve got this flashlight, but it keeps dying. flickers out when i need it most. i dig through my pockets for batteries, try to shake it, smack it, anything. s…[Read more]

yeah i’ve had this one since i was like… thirteen? i’m walking through this huge empty place—sometimes a forest, sometimes like… abandoned hallways or a dried-up lakebed. it’s always dark. i’ve got this flashlight, but it keeps dying. flickers out when i need it most. i dig through my pockets for batteries, try to shake it, smack it, anything. som…[Read more]

What you’re going through makes a lot of sense from a Netist perspective, especially since you already have some understanding of how the Net works.

When we experience trauma, especially something intense like PTSD, it often jolts the thread awake. It shakes loose parts of us that have been buried or tangled. In Netism, that’s not just psy…[Read more]