Tag Archives: Dreams

“i was the monster”

Posted on October 28, 2015 by George C. Hartman

tHis was a fairly simple dream but with complex themes wE had just moved into a new living space and there were boxes everywhere oNe on top of the other i could hear kryhas voice but i couldn’t see her … Continue reading →

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Mixed Greens

Posted on March 19, 2012 by George C. Hartman

In this dream I am painting a huge steel bridge by myself. There is a date etched in one of the concrete supports that says; “1960” It is very hard work with scaffolds and ladders in all kinds of weather. … Continue reading →

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To write is to leave this world

Posted on March 15, 2012 by George C. Hartman

The ocean is always moving, adjusting. rearranging. Never silent. The seahawks scream and the whales hold echoey conversations. The ocean goes on deeper then any scientist has ever imagined. Even in the deepest darkest corner, something lives. My mind, like … Continue reading →

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GCH DREAM#489……………… Entry for July 3, 2007

Posted on May 8, 2009 by George C. Hartman

I was sitting in a stainless steel waiting room filled with faceless people. Everyone was playing with their cell phones—the adult pacifiers of human tension. (im connected(ireally am) The only window was open with heavy flapping plastic curtains. Outside was … Continue reading →

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