Oneiromantic

We’re in a field of flowers, yellow and purple and blue. You’re the prettiest thing there, dressed in soft grey clothes, cloudlike and serene.

You spin in a circle, arms outstretched, joyful in that moment. I can’t take my eyes off of you. Your laugh is my favorite sound.

We’re in a tearoom, with dark wood walls and furnishings, straw mats on the floor. I sit, cross-legged, and you lay back with your head in my lap, dark hair spilling across your face. I need to comfort you, though I don’t understand why. It doesn’t matter. I’ll be here for you, like you have been for me.

I touch your face to wipe away your tears, and the look you give me makes my heart ache. You’ll never be mine. I’ll always be yours.

“Not in this timeline, dearest one. But somewhere else, we are together,” you promise me.

I have no choice but to believe you.

For more about my Oneiromantic series, start here: Oneiromantic

I am traveling tonight under cover of darkness – I know that I am asleep, dreaming, yet I make no effort to wake.

I clutch a pouch in my hand. It is made out of black leather and it is filled with something heavy.

I step under a street lamp, and the city glitters around me like rhinestones and tinfoil. I empty the pouch’s contents onto the white marble steps at the last doorway before the street corner. A thousand crystals fall out, in every color imaginable; arcane jewels made tawdry by the artificial gleam of the metropolis.

I cannot stop myself from reaching down to pluck a clear, green stone from the pile, and I carefully place it in my mouth. Incredibly, I can feel the hard substance turn soft and melt away on my tongue.

And briefly, I am surrounded by verdant forest, breathing in the smell of damp earth and fresh leaves, before I jolt awake in my bed.

For more about my Oneiromantic series, start here: Oneiromantic

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Oneiromancy: divination via dreams

Oneiromancer: someone who reads dreams and divines from them

Oneiromantic: made up of two words – Oneiros, the god of dreams, and Romantic, one who readily demonstrates love, a person with romantic beliefs or attitudes. Romantic can also pertain to having no basis in fact, being imaginary, and that also seems appropriate.

Long ago, I started using Oneiromantic as an umbrella term to describe the short stories and poems that I was writing based on the dreams that I had. I even used my Oneiromantic works to create some of my lyrics in my work with The Violet Dawning. I planned on making a chapbook with all the collected works written under that concept, but it hasn’t come to fruition. So I decided to share some of those works here, over time, a small gift from my sleeping brain to you. Some of these have been posted, performed, or published other places, others have never been seen before now.

Some of these words follow a dream exactly, and you may find that the narrative is as disjointed as one might expect from a dream. Other pieces are more direct, as the subject might have been dream-inspired but the writing explores onward from that launching point.

You can access all writing posted under the “Oneiromantic” tag here: https://www.christianeknight.com/category/oneiromantic/