The Archive of Dreams

THE ARCHIVE OF DREAMS.

By Christal Zamanos

I’ve always been interested in psychology and how someone’s surroundings can influence their thoughts and behaviours. Because of this fascination, for a good chunk of time, I would fall asleep to true crime podcasts which I later realised had heavily influenced the contents of my dreams.

I began to write them down, collecting over 100 dreams, which i’ve narrowed down to a select few to illustrate and interpret in this book you are now reading. So enjoy the depths of my brain, and let’s get personal.

KEY PEOPLE.

Mother

George. Father Adoni. Brother

Tina.

Yiayia Stella. Grandmother

I keep having dreams, of familiar and unfamiliar places, from my old home to the back of a double -decker bus what does it all mean?

PLACES.

There was a large room with tall French doors that looked out onto perfectly landscaped gardens. It then started to flood behind the glass, cracking under pressure, yet the room wasn’t filling up with water.

I THINK THIS WAS IN FEBUARY OF 2023? PLACES

My family and

I were at our new house, I remember firefighters were there because our house was going to collapse so we all had to rush inside and quickly grab whatever was most important to us and then leave immediately.

So, I started to fill up a shopping trolley with all the stuff in my room.

I was on a double-decker bus somewhere coastal, driving along a road right next to a beach. I glanced out the back window and noticed the tides started to get extremely high crashing into people and flooding the roads.

I had to use the bathroom and noticed a small wooden shack approaching along the side of the road. Pulling over, I used my phone flashlight to guide me towards the shack, when all of a sudden, I this man running towards I freeze. As he gets closer and closer, I stayed still in hopes he wouldn’t see me, however, he ran up to me and took a chomp out of my arm and pushed me into the water behind me.

I was with Blake at some bar and needed to use the bathroom. In the bathroom, there was a woman who crept over the top of the cubicle door with a sharpened pencil trying to stab me. I tried to escape, but she then came at me with a wine bottle, but I managed to get it off her and knocked her out with it.

I bolted for the exit but the doors were locked and the people inside the bar were unaware of anything that had just occurred. I looked everywhere for a key to unlock the door to escape, but ended up hiding the police finally came.

Dogs, birds and Tasmanian tigers guide my path towards the unknown.

CREATURES.

CREATURES.

Years before Bella’s passing,

I was out the front of our old house playing with Bella and talking to my mother about her ashes when she passes away and how I always wanted to have a little bit of her with me.

I was looking outside my bedroom window and opened the fly screen to stick my head out and a pigeon sitting on top of my window pooped on my head.

My mother, brother and I were a sleepover when I heard from the backyard. I walked over to the sunroom shutters tiger

July 2023

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TASMANIAN TIGER

pulling out my phone to try and take a photo of it but saw it bolt towards the back door I rush over immediately locked the door, hearing it attempt to claw its way

Death

seems to be a reoccurring theme in my dreams. I often have to force myself to wake up to escape the depths of my own mind.

LIFE DEATH.&

TOwARDS THE END OF 2022.

I was forwaiting my train on an underground platform, surrounded by graffiti - covered walls and early commuters dressed in fancy suits.

Then all of a sudden, some mysterious shadowy figure approached me out of nowhere and killed me, tearing me to pieces.

I remember being carried away in a body bag but could still think and talk to myself in my head — I kept calling out for help, yet no one could hear me because I was dead.

I was at a restaurant and had to use the bathroom. There was a small group of dodgy people in there, that immediately took notice of me. As soon as I walked in, I noticed an odd smell and blood droplets on the tiled floor, as I opened the cubicle door I discovered a rotting corpse. Then someone said “now we’ve got to kill her too because I’ve seen what they did“ it then cut to myself in the third person being killed.