A Hidden Peek Into My Dreams
The Matchbook | 6.6.25
I have such strange dreams, I always have, and I remember everything.
It might be the Autism, it might be that the way the neural pathways in my strange and bizarre brain connect, the webs they weave, just work different, but I remember every dream I dream, and I dream dozens and dozens of dreams every single night. Each morning, I wake and try to filter through them—some become poetry, some become song lyrics, some become stories I tell Sarah as I roll across that quiet place between us on the mattress and let her fit in the negative space between her skin and mine.
Some, I want to turn into movies. Some, I plan to.
Today, I decided to share with you one of my most favorite dreams I have ever dreamed, one of the most visually stunning and strangely emotional dreams. I texted it to Sarah the moment I woke up from it, in its entirety, and I decided in a VERY rare and hyper-personal peek into my mind, I’d just paste it exactly as I sent it here, for you, today.
All I ask is this: 1) Please someone don’t steal my weird dream and make it their own story and get rich off it. I’m publishing it here so I guess legally it’ll be copyrighted to me hahaha, so don’t get any funny ideas hahaha. And, B) If you or anyone you know makes short films, animated films would be best, let me know and we can make this together and win an Oscar. Yeah.
Here, as a treat this Friday and so generously provided by our AMAZING paid subscribers, is the dream, as I said it. Scroll down for a little bonus. If you’d like to pay this forward and help keep this Signal Fire alive, and provide some Friday mystery posts for everyone, you can do so by clicking the button below.
Here is the dream and series of messages I sent Sarah immediately after waking up, desperately trying to explain. I LOVE the way this dream looked, felt, and I want so badly to have someone illustrate this and make it into an animated short.
Enjoy:
I dreamed it was way in the future and there were these giant floating oil rigs but they weren't mining oil they were mining sunlight to use to grow things all the rig workers, instead of oil and grease on their hands they had burned parts of their gloves and sunburns on small spots of their skin. and I woke up with you and it was in the future and we stumbled all over this place, lost trying to figure out where we were and ended up on one of these sunlight rigs and it was so dark and you could see so far into space and the city lights and we were FILTHY and exhausted so the rig guys let us use their shower and the shower was outside on the edge of the floating dock thing and was this giant showerhead GIANT that rained on you it was like the size of a house and it just poured down warm rain and you could see the stars through it and we just stood there in the shower staring into the space and every now and then the sunlight rig would catch some sunlight and the whole rig would shake it had a FEEL you could FEEL the warm and feel the orange and for a moment it didn't matter how far from home we were, how far from Now we were, it just felt ok. we just stood there holding onto each other and staring through the water into the starlight.
Strange, but maybe beautiful. Maybe something special. Also, I hate AI for every single thing (maybe except for quickly asking questions I cannot afford to ask a real doctor) but I will say, some website lets you enter text and it will generate a short little clip, and that basically makes it a dream translator, which is the future I’ve always wanted, and so I did enter this, and it made me this. So, enjoy it too, and apologies for any animators, I promise I will only work with REAL people to make this a REAL animated short. :) Especially because this absolutely sucks, looks not at all like my dream did, but basically gives you the jist. The damn showerhead is about 40 feet too small, it’s not orange enough, it’s not ANYTHING enough. But it’ll do. For now.
I love you all. Thank you for being a part of this silly, strange, amazing community.
Your dream poem is “handmade” for a timeless and nameless place where light is shed upon our inner thoughts in a hopeful effort to separate us from their hold… and release them to their own destiny…. replaced by that warm and lasting embrace of creativity which we have given life. Light is the channel or medium needed to carry both the burden and privilege of our practice out into the world, after we struggle to produce them and before we are blanketed with that proud relief we wish would never end.
Btw… my only recurring dream has been to soar without wings. I simply will my body off the ground and fly above the rooftops and trees with a euphoric, almost “out of body” perspective. In real life I have flown in planes more than some pilots have in their careers, but that has never generated anything close to the happiness by which I ride the skies sometimes in my sleep.
Beautiful dream. It feels like one I'd like to revisit. Since my neurology changed with the ol MS i no longer remember Dreams. Thank you so much for sharing yours. If I could, I'd be a paid subscriber, i believe in you, chasing the light and this space.