Dream Journal - break

This will be a break in the communication.
Batteries need to be recharged.
We will continue when I consider it is worthy of my sleepless and restless nights.
Tiredness takes its toll. 

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 86 and 87

These were Insta related dreams.
The one last night though in which I was scolding you for playing "hearts and comments" with YS, was really amazing.
You were close.
You came to me.
You stayed.
And you sat.
No longer standing, walking, trodding, running away...
And while you didn't agree with me, while you were fighting with me, even dismissing my words at one point, you didn't leave, you didn't stop looking at me directly in my eyes.
It was a treat.
I noticed the presence of many people trying to grab your attention, but you were ignoring them.
That's good. 

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 83, 84, 85

Crass lack of time stopped me to write about this at first hour in the morning.
Yellow was the color of these nights, but mostly last night when even J popped up, happy, jumping, singing, in a yellow mustard jacket.
The new update didn't startle me this time.
I am already used now with seeing things happening under my eyes just to annoy and puzzle me even more.
Nevertheless... Things are changing in dreams. You tend to distance yourself, get cocky, and then quickly come back, with a humble posture.
Something new in my regard. While most of the time I just observe as an outsider, as a deus ex machina, I found myself accepting pity (?).
Again, Freud would be very happy. I am not.

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 82

1:19
The hour I have woken up for the last six nights.
Not one minute earlier, not one minute later.
Always with your image. Sleepy one.
And a new smell in town.
Fresh, brisk, strong.
I keep going to the past.
In the first years.
Something needs to be discovered from that period.
Constantly searching during day time, but nothing pops up.
The dreams are the key, but they are still stubborn.

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 77, 78,79, 80, 81

A longer hiatus.
Because nights were extremely weird.
With all sorts of peaks.
Pleasant and unpleasant.
Almost like a bipolar turmoil.
With flashes of high enthusiasm and deep moments of misery.
All overflowing in daylight.
Updates came in waves exactly as they appeared in dreams.
Sometimes I wish this was just a delusion.
But it's not... so I keep going.
Until when and why, I have no idea.
Wait for me.

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 74, 75, 76

I have seen the mean you. But also the tender you.
The smells are back.
Food and perfume. Nothing I knew from before.
So close every time.
The bridges are getting stronger by the day.
The smiles more specific.
The second title was there too, three nights in the row.
Always forgetting when waking up.

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 71, 72,73...

Gorgeous nights.
All mine.
With you in black and white.
Last night you mentioned Insta. Soon.
Dancing. Talking things. Approving, disapproving, laughing.
So many feelings.
So many thoughts.
Nobody else managing to penetrate the bubble.
A bit of a relief for a change.
More balanced days.