A Kiwi-dreamcatcher!

[Kiwi Squirt Bottle]

Long, long ago, Kiwi kept track of naming dreams on Gaia.
And then she fell off the face of the earth.
Many years later, Lolli brought 'er back.

My kin journal will link back here, and you can go check that out if you'd prefer.
There's no organisation here beyond one dream per post.
I'm trying to move Gaia info over, and keep more dreams organised for the future.

[Kiwi Squirt Bottle]

A list of kin WITHOUT dreams.

Around and Around, Belated, Bright Shadow, Bubble, Disappearing Drops, Enlighten, Explain Yourself, Fermented Love, Fruit of Love, Gruff, Grumpy Gills, Half Note, Kept, Lead Along, Listening Ear, Nightmare Revisted, Overdue Return, Pitter-Patter, Quivering Thrush, Rosy Glow, Shattered Luck, Sunrise Regret, Sunset's Lament, Temptest in Song, The Best Prize, Water Aflame, Welted Morass, When Stars Collide


*or without dreams listed here?

[Kiwi Squirt Bottle]

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Cold. So very cold. Rare, unusual. Pockets of white situated in nooks and crannies, filling crevices. Quiet and stillness, as if the very land held its breath in anticipation. For what? More cold? More snowfall?

A stirring of snow, the sound echoing loudly in the silence though no more audible than a whisper. A tiny hill of snow is disturbed; the air has uncovered a berry, dark against the stark white.

Originally on Gaia

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Many are born in the sun, reaching for the golden ball and drinking in its liquid fire. Nourishment. Sunlight. Life.

Born of the night, embracing and becoming one with the darkness. Tiny pinpricks of light from dying suns too far away to count; starlight and a new moon. It was dark between the trees, a wealth of limbs and leaves, blocking the sky. By day, it would protect from the ill effects of staying in the sun too long with no thought to a youngling’s new hide. But at night, the darkness was like a sticky liquid, heavy and pervasive, almost cloying and nearly eternal. Two faint orbs glow, reflecting back a silvery purple. It was the middle of night, the halfway point between sunset and sunrise, and all that was seen below the canopy were two tiny embers of life.

Originally on Gaia

[Kiwi Squirt Bottle]

Ever fabled winter, hoary frost dressing coats like so much
mud in the swap, had raised it's head once again. Icicles clung
precariously to life, dangling as if a foal-child's afterthought
of decoration, shot through with swirls and eddies of mud and
dirt. Breathe in too deeply and not only would the damp cold
potentially seer your lungs, but too sharp a noise would bring
nature's temporary stalactites shooting down to fall on the
unsuspecting, bruising at best, deadly at their worst.

Branches hung low with the unaccustomed weight, sparkling
and glimmering in the feeble sunlight with killer beauty. Draped
low, some resembled willows shorn of their leaves and desire
to live; others yet simply shriveled up on themselves, huddling
for warmth and attempting to conserve what energy remained.
Chasing a bunbun, the snap of a brittle, fallen branch released
another icicle from it's tenuous grasp on life. Falling at a speed
of light and at a snail's pace simultaneously, he dropped down
to shield.

Nature's knife pierced through to his core, chilling. Frost bitten
hearts rarely survived the kiss of ice so deadly. Would that
winter would stay fabled instead of realised in so truly a fashion.

Originally on Gaia

[Kiwi Squirt Bottle]

In a land of watery birth,
'Twas a buck that came from the earth.
The water was wet,
In his eyes did it get,
And he thought "Oh what am I worth?"

At times like this it's amazing
The water refracts, and it's hazing.
The moonlight is dancing
On water, entrancing,
One sees as if curtains be raising.

And from the murky water it came,
A glow, like moonlight aflame.
In watery deep
So pure, makes you weep,
Was his hide, it shimmered the same.

The silence one finds may be golden,
Once in their eye is beholden
This shining young buck
No wealth but his luck
In a swamp from days of olden.

The rain like tears did fall,
Like drops of light with all
The water's sweet light
In this darkest of nights
Upon hearing the buck's silent call.

"Your worth is, by you, decreed
And is not found by spilling your seed.
Instead learn that laughter
Is good now and after,
Else tears in the swamp's light you'll bleed."

Originally on Gaia

[Kiwi Squirt Bottle]

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A kimeti with no hoofs, no legs,
floating in the middle of an ocean stream.

Originally on Gaia

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It was dark. To be sure, it was always dark, but this felt Dark, darker than usual. He wasn't sure why as there was nothing specific he could name or identify, but something was different. The buck took a step to his left, feeling the solid cavern wall pressing back on him with a steady sureness. This feels normal, no surprises here; with that thought, he felt some tension leave his body.

Pondering food (which can sometimes help rebalance the body) he began to follow his nose towards food. With the first bite, the buck pondered why things felt off. It was on his third bite that he put one and one together and realised….

He woke with a jolt, the fleeting feeling of something almost understood, but interrupted.