Reece Joseph Jones

@reecejones87

• 32-Year-Old Oneironaut • Daily Dream Logs: Lucid & Non-Lucid •

Arkansas, USA
Vrijeme pridruživanja: prosinac 2008.

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  1. Prikvačeni tweet
    25. stu 2019.
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  2. 30. sij

    I’m walking down the street when an augmented reality notification pops up in front of me. I realise that the technology’s too advanced for the current day, so lucidity ensues. Moments later, I’m swept away by a Gandalf-looking character and taught about Tantra.

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  3. 29. sij

    I’m in prison. In order to be set free, I’m required to perform a long list of gross acts. “And what if I refuse?” I ask. “Then you’ll never leave,” the guard replies. I pretend to go along with the demands, then at the first possible moment escape into the prison gardens.

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  4. 28. sij

    I’m watching a talent show in an auditorium. My friend sits to my left, mumbling under his breath. “Talent like this shouldn’t be legal,” he says. “We need to put a cap on how good people are allowed to be.” I’m appalled by his sentiment and feel ashamed to be his friend.

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  5. 23. sij

    I’m caught in a time loop, signing a form over and over again. Eventually, I do it so many times that I start signing with a name that’s not my own. “What am I doing?” I wonder, lucidity rising. Then, the ink runs out and I get distracted trying to find a new pen.

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  6. 22. sij

    A social experiment’s taking place. People are spending multiple days in prison cells playing nothing but PacMan. Scientists observe and take notes. A few days in, the games become haunted and the ghosts lift off the screens, entering the cells.

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  7. 21. sij

    I’m in my old local music venue. “This place shouldn’t be here anymore,” I think. “It was demolished years ago.” Lucidity begins to bubble, but it doesn’t reach full boil until I feel the lucid tingles in my tummy. “I’m dreaming,” I say out loud, calm and collected.

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  8. 16. sij

    I’m on stage, being given an award for making the world more autistic. Everyone’s cheering wildly and I feel perplexed as to how this is a good thing. “Without you, normality would’ve spread like wildfire! Everywhere you go, that special magic always follows.”

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  9. 15. sij

    I’m arrested and put on a plane destined for my home country, England. Just before takeoff, my fear of flying kicks in and my heart rate rises. “Bring no worries aboard,” one of the passengers says reassuringly. “We’re in the future now; planes don’t crash anymore.”

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  10. 14. sij

    I’m standing in a queue, holding a ticket. The woman in front of me asks what number I have. “237,” I reply. “What a coincidence!” she exclaims excitedly. “You have the exact same number as the woman I used to be!” The man in front of her laughs and I feel confused.

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  11. 9. sij

    I’m reading in the bath on my iPad. All of a sudden, it slips from my grip and falls in the water. To my surprise, however, after getting out the bath and drying it off, it still works. “If this wasn’t a dream, it’d be dead, for sure,” I think.

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  12. 8. sij

    A rabbit’s in charge of an army barracks. Everywhere he goes, a star hovers over him to indicate his rank. After a few days of good leadership, he relinquishes his role and returns to hopping around the garden, nibbling on carrots. “Never forget,” a friend says, saluting.

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  13. 7. sij

    A man’s reminding me of the importance of writing down my dreams. “You’re sleeping through too many cycles, so soon they’ll all slip by,” he says. “But with the aid of floating time, they’ll be the apple of your eye.” I mull over his words, then realise I’m dreaming.

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  14. 3. sij

    On my way out of a college campus, I’m accosted by two young men who encourage me to start my own independent wrestling federation. “With Vince McMahon continuing to raise his ticket prices, we need you more than ever!” Suddenly, Vince appears, laughing maniacally.

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  15. 2. sij

    I keep on getting stopped by people in the street. “We can tell you the truth about flatulence,” one says. I shoo him away, explaining that I already know everything there is to know. As soon as he leaves, however, I take out my journal and start taking notes.

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  16. 30. pro 2019.

    I’m asked to write down all the names I’ve ever gone by. “I’ve only ever gone by Reece,” I say plainly. “How unique,” the woman behind the counter says. “Finally, a man who knows himself!” I’m ushered into a backstage VIP area and rewarded with a huge slice of cake.

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  17. 27. pro 2019.

    I’m asked to put my handprint in cement and I begrudgingly agree. When the time comes to do it, however, all we can find is fluffy grass. I try over and over again to leave a good imprint but fail. “It’ll be seen for a day, then the wind will erase it,” I say.

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  18. 24. pro 2019.

    I’m watching someone busk on the street. “This one’s about a man who turned himself inside out,” he says in-between songs. I grimace at the thought. “Now if that isn’t worthy of a song, I don’t know what is!” Dozens of people gather around to listen, eyes wide, jaws agape.

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  19. 23. pro 2019.

    I’m walking down a dimly lit corridor. “Where are all the doors?” a friend asks. Suddenly, my perspective shifts and everything morphs into the style of an Escher painting. A door appears and we walk through it into a forest brimming with vivid colour and vibrant life.

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  20. 19. pro 2019.

    I’m borrowing my friend’s phone so I can detect hidden parts of the world. “It’s amazing what you find when you start looking,” a passerby remarks. I smile and nod. Eventually, my friend comes over and demands his phone back. “Leave some for me! I want to pioneer too.”

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  21. 18. pro 2019.

    I’m watching an old lady struggling to pick up a huge sword. “Here,” I say. “Let me help you with that.” Embarrassingly, however, I can’t pick it up either. “Maybe if we both try,” she says, rejoining the efforts. For what seems like hours we huff and puff but get nowhere.

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