Micheal

You’re standing on a boat in the middle of calm water. At first, everything feels stable—the surface gently moving beneath your feet, the horizon open and wide. But then something shifts. The boat begins to tilt. Water creeps in slowly at first, then faster, heavier. You try to fix it, to stop it, to bail […]

Imagina que estás de pie frente al mar. El sonido de las olas es familiar, casi relajante, hasta que algo cambia. El agua comienza a retirarse de forma extraña, el horizonte se vuelve inquietante y, de repente, una enorme pared de agua se acerca con una fuerza imposible de ignorar. No puedes correr lo suficientemente

You wake up with a strange feeling lingering in your body—something soft, heavy, and deeply emotional. In the dream, you were pregnant. Maybe you felt joy, maybe fear, maybe confusion. You might not even be expecting a child in real life, yet the dream felt undeniably meaningful. It stayed with you longer than expected, like

You are in a dream, standing somewhere familiar yet slightly altered—perhaps a house you once lived in, or a public place that feels strangely empty. Suddenly, you feel the urgent need to urinate. You search for privacy, relief, or control, but the situation feels uncertain or exposed. Sometimes the relief comes; sometimes it doesn’t. And

You are in the middle of an ordinary moment in a dream—talking, smiling, maybe even laughing—when something suddenly changes. You feel a rough edge in your mouth. Then another. A tooth cracks, then breaks, and the sensation is immediate and unsettling, almost physical enough to follow you into waking life. You wake with a strange

Vas caminando por un bosque que parece familiar, pero algo en el aire te pone en alerta. Las ramas crujen detrás de ti. El silencio se vuelve pesado. Entonces lo ves: un oso enorme avanza en tu dirección con una fuerza que no deja lugar a dudas. No importa cuánto corras, parece acercarse más. Tu

It starts the same way every time. You’re in a familiar place—a home, an office, a street that feels almost real—but something is off. The air is heavy, charged with tension. Someone is standing in front of you, and the conversation is already underway, already heated. Words rise faster than you can control them. You

You’re underwater, surrounded by a quiet, almost eerie stillness. The light filters down in soft waves, and everything feels slow, suspended. Then you notice movement—a shape gliding effortlessly through the water. An octopus. Its tentacles stretch outward, curling and uncurling with uncanny precision. Before you can react, one reaches toward you… then another. Suddenly, you

You’re running—but no matter how fast your legs move, it’s never fast enough. The ground feels uneven beneath your feet, your breath comes in sharp bursts, and behind you, there’s a sound you can’t ignore: the steady, powerful pursuit of something closing in. You don’t even have to turn around to know what it is.