Longing For Gravity

The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called Longing For Gravity, and this is what it said:

You are on a mission to Mars.

Because of the length of of the journey, you will never be able to return to Earth.

What about our blue planet will you miss the most?

(Thank you for the wonderful prompt suggestion, K. Renae P.!)


John Jr’s Pillow Dies The Year John Jr Was Born – The Year 2014 | My Brother GC Buys A White Tiger From A Zoo

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John Jr’s Pillow Dies The Year John Jr Was Born – The Year 2014

I woke up this morning and as I was making my bed I noticed pieces of pillow filler and/or decayed materials on my bed.

I thought that the pillow filler was coming from my memory foam pillow; but it was coming from a new large tear in my oldest pillow that was made for me by my dead grandmother DE in the year that I was born.

Furthermore, I took my pillow to my mom for suggestions on repairing it, but my mom suggested that I finally let it go.

It has been re-sewn many times over the years, and it has lost all of its feathers and most of its filler.

My mom thought that I should also get rid of it for health reasons because of allergens/et cetera.


The Icy Wasteland

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I am not sure if I have typed some of these dream fragments before or not, but last night I remembered some old dream fragments from years ago.

They all took place in an icy wasteland, a cold unknown place where you feel like there is nothing else and there is no escape or something like that I think.

One involved several people and I traveling by foot in this harsh environment and several of us died or left separate ways during the journey, and a few survivors and I found a cave; this dream took place for days, weeks, and month.

The third survivor left to find help and/or a better location, but never came back, leaving a woman and I as the only survivors; the woman and I probably formed a romantic relationship during the days, weeks, months.

Our situation was terrible and we did not expect to survive and we barely were surviving, the environment was harsh & mostly lifeless, it was like being in the middle of no-where, and it was so cold that I could even feel it in the dream; and the situation was so hopeless that I thought that we would die of hunger and/or thirst and/or from the cold.

Since this dream took place over such a long time, I was worn out and our mood & energy levels were low, I am not sure that I have ever had a dream or many dreams where I felt the way that I did in this dream; it felt like how I would imagine that I would feel if this happened in real life.

Our life was harsh and boring, spending most of our time dying in a cave, and I would occasional try to get water & food & things to use for warmth, I think.

Feeling that we would probably die soon, I decided to go look for help and/or civilization while I still had enough energy to walk, and the woman stayed behind with the few supplies that I could find; I did not want to leave her and she did not want me to leave, but it was our last chance before we would die, even though I thought that we would die anyway.

We said our goodbyes and I left with barely enough energy out into the harsh environment, fueled by my desire to at least find help so that the woman would survive, but I woke up at some point during my hopeless journey to my death as I hoped that the woman was still alive.

I had several other dreams of this place in the past, with some involving a race / competition and/or something with several other people, most of whom had vehicles to help them through the harsh environment; and I think that we knew each other from a past dream or dreams, but that is all that I can remember.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂