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@driftingisland.bsky.social
Transcendental dreamer
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@driftingisland.bsky.social
· Sep 20
So beautiful you have to crush it a little
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Dreamt of post WW3 Paris. I’m in a surviving family’s bunker, looking out at thousands of rows of bunkers covered in vibrant graffiti. Skaters’ playground, mesmerizing. The family are found people, Indian, Nigerian, French. They celebrate every event with paper flowers, rituals.
July 11, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Dreamt of post WW3 Paris. I’m in a surviving family’s bunker, looking out at thousands of rows of bunkers covered in vibrant graffiti. Skaters’ playground, mesmerizing. The family are found people, Indian, Nigerian, French. They celebrate every event with paper flowers, rituals.
Time traveling on the long slow bus through the city
July 3, 2025 at 2:52 PM
Time traveling on the long slow bus through the city
The magical Monday to Saturday transformation from corporate bitch to island witch
June 28, 2025 at 3:13 PM
The magical Monday to Saturday transformation from corporate bitch to island witch
Micro dream about two foxes emerging unscathed from the snow after a fire, one called Flame and the other called Destiny.
June 26, 2025 at 1:11 PM
Micro dream about two foxes emerging unscathed from the snow after a fire, one called Flame and the other called Destiny.
Wonder sparkling through my blood
June 24, 2025 at 4:43 AM
Wonder sparkling through my blood
Deliciously lush lazy summer days, drifting between daydreams and sleep, floating under the trees and endless blue sky
June 21, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Deliciously lush lazy summer days, drifting between daydreams and sleep, floating under the trees and endless blue sky
Pulled myself from one rabbit hole into another
June 21, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Pulled myself from one rabbit hole into another
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your words melt on my tongue
like a summer memory
drizzled with poems
#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt (shaved ice)
like a summer memory
drizzled with poems
#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt (shaved ice)
June 16, 2025 at 6:01 PM
your words melt on my tongue
like a summer memory
drizzled with poems
#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt (shaved ice)
like a summer memory
drizzled with poems
#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt (shaved ice)
Woke from a micro dream where we were hanging up a banner saying: We begin again, but not from this world.
June 16, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Woke from a micro dream where we were hanging up a banner saying: We begin again, but not from this world.
Dreamt wild dogs growled outside the broken window in the dead of night. I shout loudly in defense and we have a standoff. My shouts turn into barks and then I’m howling, howling, turning into some other primal thing, and even the dogs are afraid.
June 4, 2025 at 3:41 PM
Dreamt wild dogs growled outside the broken window in the dead of night. I shout loudly in defense and we have a standoff. My shouts turn into barks and then I’m howling, howling, turning into some other primal thing, and even the dogs are afraid.
Burning for days, parched for quenching waters and cool whispers
May 31, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Burning for days, parched for quenching waters and cool whispers
Dreamt I was in a luxurious resort where we all lounged in silk robes in dark wood paneled chambers. My suite was draped in billowing, diaphanous tapestries of deep midnight and lapis blues, adorned with intricate embroidery of entwining vines and peacocks. Of course I take pics.
May 30, 2025 at 3:47 PM
Dreamt I was in a luxurious resort where we all lounged in silk robes in dark wood paneled chambers. My suite was draped in billowing, diaphanous tapestries of deep midnight and lapis blues, adorned with intricate embroidery of entwining vines and peacocks. Of course I take pics.
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may slips away
day moons and deer paths
day moons and deer paths
May 26, 2025 at 11:58 AM
may slips away
day moons and deer paths
day moons and deer paths
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To be dreamt by the dream.
May 28, 2025 at 4:50 PM
To be dreamt by the dream.
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Summer’s calling and we get wilder every day, unwinding towards the infinite green and gold
April 14, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Summer’s calling and we get wilder every day, unwinding towards the infinite green and gold
Dreamt I lived in war torn France. I’m an ordinary shop girl by day and scheming with the rebellion by night. My room is hidden inside an old bookstore with a false storefront. The city lost power, there’s only candlelight. Danger lurks everywhere.
May 29, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Dreamt I lived in war torn France. I’m an ordinary shop girl by day and scheming with the rebellion by night. My room is hidden inside an old bookstore with a false storefront. The city lost power, there’s only candlelight. Danger lurks everywhere.
Woke up murmuring ancient incantations again
May 29, 2025 at 1:42 PM
Woke up murmuring ancient incantations again
Dance-fighting my way outta this rage, as per usual, music on blast and twirling like a shaman
May 26, 2025 at 5:46 AM
Dance-fighting my way outta this rage, as per usual, music on blast and twirling like a shaman
We create sublime
chaos every night
stories mind-reeling
and heart-rending
the silk of dreams
slipping through trembling
fingers as eyes open to
morning’s harsh punishment
and we forever dwell
in between dark & light
creation & destruction
magic & horror
chaos every night
stories mind-reeling
and heart-rending
the silk of dreams
slipping through trembling
fingers as eyes open to
morning’s harsh punishment
and we forever dwell
in between dark & light
creation & destruction
magic & horror
May 24, 2025 at 3:42 PM
We create sublime
chaos every night
stories mind-reeling
and heart-rending
the silk of dreams
slipping through trembling
fingers as eyes open to
morning’s harsh punishment
and we forever dwell
in between dark & light
creation & destruction
magic & horror
chaos every night
stories mind-reeling
and heart-rending
the silk of dreams
slipping through trembling
fingers as eyes open to
morning’s harsh punishment
and we forever dwell
in between dark & light
creation & destruction
magic & horror
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Blue sky, jasmine intoxication, buzz of bee, cry of dove and crow and hawk, creak of mind and bones, warmth of sun, roar of plane, promise of moon
May 6, 2025 at 1:12 AM
Blue sky, jasmine intoxication, buzz of bee, cry of dove and crow and hawk, creak of mind and bones, warmth of sun, roar of plane, promise of moon