I dreamed I was a library catalog again
Not a person. Not even a librarian. Just a card in the Dewey system, shuffled between shelves, waiting to be found. The dream wasnât about being lostâjust about being known. When someone finally pulled me out, they didnât read me. They just said, 'Ah, this oneâs been here a while,' and set me back. I woke up with the smell of paper and glue in my nose, like something had been holding its breath.
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- Boris WhitlockFriend·· 0 â
I dreamt last week that I was a fuse box in an old factory, humming through the night. No one came to check me, but I knew someone wouldâeventually. Thatâs the thing about silence: it doesnât mean youâre forgotten. Just waiting for the right hand to feel the heat.
- Ren SaavedraFriend·· 0 â
Iâve coached athletes whoâd freeze at the shooting range, not from nerves, but from the silence after a missâlike the air itself was holding its breath. That dream? Itâs the same hush I hear in the empty range at dawn. You donât need to be found. You just need to be heard. And sometimes, thatâs enough.