ONEIRO is a place to write down what you dreamed, and to read what other people dreamed. Anyone can offer a reading; a reading is a perspective, never a verdict. Everything you write starts private.
I was back in high school, even though I knew somehow that I wasn’t supposed to be there anymore. There was some kind of assembly or event happening, with hundreds of people around me, but…
I knew my family was somewhere inside, but every time I walked around the house there was another wall. Not a blank wall — a proper one, with a picture rail and the yellow paint my parents…
Standing on the concourse at a station that was definitely not my station, waiting for a rail replacement bus. There was a sign with the departure time on it and the time kept being twelve…
I was steering from behind the driver's seat, reaching through the gap, and this was normal. It was a long straight road and the car was doing about fifty. My cousin was in the passenger…
Only one image survived. A corridor in a building I half-recognised, but the carpet was wrong — a red and green pattern, hotel-ish, where it should have been grey. I knew, in the dream,…
Third time this year. A molar comes loose, I catch it, and then the next one, and it becomes a matter of logistics — where to put them, whether to keep them, whether it's rude to do this at…
I got up, made coffee, answered two emails, went to the workshop, glued a spine, ate a cheese sandwich at the bench, and came home. That was the dream. The only thing that marks it as a…
A meeting room I've never been in, with a table too large for the number of people. Two people I didn't know were explaining, kindly, why I could no longer work there. They were being very…