Dreams

When They Come True

I’m still thinking about the dream I had on October 4 last.

I woke from a dream where my face had been covered in blood. I could feel it on my face. The thing is, when I opened my eyes and touched my face …

… it really was slick with blood.

This was possibly the most shamanic experience I have had outside of the lodges I used to visit, back when I was younger, and wilder.

“Forget it, Jake. It’s October.”

Next time, I’m going to dream of actress Karen Gillan at the foot of my bed, naked. Or maybe waking up with all of Elon Musk’s money.

Is there anything you want me to get you from the Dreamlands gift shop?