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[dreamrealmarchives]

🌑 dream entry 001 — Saturday, July 12 2025, 3 a.m. portal moon / dead earth / little girl left behind

last night, after waking up around 3 a.m. and drifting back to sleep, i dropped into one of those dreams.

not a regular dream.

not even a lucid one, really.

i was just there—inside someone else, spectating from their body but not fully them.

it felt like i was on another planet—somewhere between a moon and mars.

red-gray dust. dark sky. stillness.

the person i was inside had something in their hand—a glowing pen, kind of like the neuralyzer from men in black, except instead of wiping memory, it pointed out into space.

they spotted a bright white blinking light, just floating far off in the dark.

they raised the pen, aimed at the light—

and then a swirling, massive portal opened in space.

it didn’t feel like fiction.

it felt like tech from a future or place we just don’t know yet.

and then, the dream jumped.

now i’m in another body. another perspective.

a planet that felt like earth, but wrong.

no sun, just stars.

a regular town, but drained of life.

like the world had ended quietly, and only one woman was left.

this time, when i “arrived,” i realized i was semi-lucid.

not fully in control, but awake inside it.

then suddenly, the woman became a little girl—maybe six or seven.

same soul, same presence, but younger. more afraid.

she—we—were hiding under a blanket, curled up on a bed near a closed window.

not moving. holding our breath.

i could physically feel her body shaking.

like the fear had weight.

she was trying to disappear into the blanket.

trying not to be heard.

and then the narrator began.

a voice—not mine, not hers—speaking over the scene like it was being read aloud.

i only remember fragments, but one line clung to me after waking:

“a little girl left behind in a world where the wind whispers with voices it should not have…”

and that’s it. that’s all i remember.

but i didn’t wake up scared.

i woke up quiet.

like i’d been somewhere real.

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if you’ve ever had dreams that feel like places… like portals… like layered versions of reality…

you’re not alone.

we might not be dreaming at all.

we might just be shifting subconscious realities.