DR3AML@B

Poetry

make it happen

when you stopped talking to me everyday it was like an iceicle was stuck down my throat always melting, never melted  then the days became not at all i could feel a weed growing up my spine like any moment i could feel nothing at all filling my lungs with

News

dr3aml@b goes to paris! (and writes some poetry...)

paris was imperceptibly beautiful like counting grains of sand on a beach there were too many love laden cafe corners to reach  every crossing led to six side streets  sloping down a cobblestone hill could lead to an afternoon of cigarettes and perfume stone towers and balconies of flowers an

Music

nowhere land

Nowhere land0:00/120.0481× demo from the #nightmarelab recording room brought to you by @bangortransitauthority #sadboypunkrock #jazzpunk #electricpunkjazz #alternativerock #indiemusic #oldtowntheater

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sunray moonbeam midnight daydream

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sunray moonbeam midnight daydream #172

timestamp: 2024-12-29 10:53:26 sunday morning blues sun shining through the window as i tie my shoes snowfalls on the avenue is there a chance you’re missing me if i’m missing you? it's a long ride to washington on the backroads taking long cuts to

Poetry

star flower reality check

a flower grows in outer-space long and lonely its pedals eclipsed by the moon in its distant droop  saturn's stuck in a hula hoop dreaming in reality art is made to express the self art is confidence in self-portrayal art is the intersection of self and beauty is

Art

a dark gathering of acquaintances

My friends are here, but I could sleep for a thousand years Wake up with the candle still burning Hopefully they'll still be playing bored games And my honey won't be turning over in her grave We could dance in the window and water the flowers

Music

SYNTH POP IS POPPING OFF RIGHT NOW

W.H. Lung is IN #synthpop #synthdream #dreamsynth #dreampop #dreamwave #dreamslide

News

where are you?

The Consumers have been consumed. The Creators have been destroyed. Where are you? Depression is a craving to be alone. Freedom is a reckoning. A rebellion in your heart, mind and soul. Did you have any real conversations today? Not caring where they might go? Being present is a super-power.

Music

Back on The Shins, like I never left

The Shins get it... Are you ready to see how deep this rabbit hole goes? 🌌 Indie Dream Folk A wistful blend of analog charm and digital daydream. #BittersweetIndiePop #LoFiPsychedelicFolk #PacificNorthwestPixelcore #PostCollegeRadio #MelancholyMIDIMagic Take me back to a bus ride in 2009 with my headphones in as I stare out the

SCREAM THERAPY / MEME THERAPY

Scream it out, meme it out. www.memedreamz.com is the radical dark side of Dream Lab Magazine - Check it out! #iDreamInMemes #iDreamInMemez #PleaseRageResponsibly FREE NATE MEMEZ

Art

start with color

Freedom's Covenant began with very little concept in mind, only an empty attic where everything was paintable. The only real concept was to be conceptually open to all possible concepts. "Paint it all," JD Reason said, twirling around his attic, a delirious sparkle in his eyes.

Poetry

keep me posted #1

i'm ready for nothing to matter i don't care if it's happily ever after i don't care if i'm happy i just wanna be set free it's gonna be what it's gonna be so i'

Music

Core Genre: ROMCORE

Nation Of Language is retrofuturist synth-pop, post-punk revival, romantic angst...  #neomeloncholy #dreamwaverevival #indienostalgiapop #postchillpsychsynth What does that all amount to? #ROMCORE

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Infinite Launch Sequence

A digital wind rises up in the sands of time, a thousand cyber owls howl at the stars as a billion biometric imps turn the pixels of imagination, a fiendish scream lost behind infinite screens, Dream Lab Magazine launches into the Metaverse 3o days in, our only hope is the

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Stay in Motion

What you need to remember is: the highs and lows are coming no matter what. The only move you have left? Surf on 'em. When I saw the old wise farmer last week, I told him, “Sometimes I feel like I’m hanging on by a thread.” “Yeah,” he

The Calm Among The Storm

by PD Dre (a.k.a. Pete from New Orleans / The Baron of the Bayou) The bio of boy from the bayou A boy benefitted by the bayou where he was bred. A bayou which turned a boy into a man. A bayou which forged such experiences and shaped such

Art

A depiction of a portal

FC Collection If you are at the center of the universe Then we are a universe apart I am at the edge Vortexualizing my thoughts Traveling through the wormhole in my heart I am at the edge Where the universe breaks apart The boundary expands so rapidly that light cannot

Poetry

Take me back to a hit in Charleston

Why can’t it be fun? It’s so fun when I’m alone. Imagining us doing it together Knowing I will fall apart when the moment comes No one wants to be the reason you’re unhappy Just a couple trauma cats The only way you can endure this

News

Launching through digital eyes

A Week Into the Dream: Phase Neo-Meta Has Begun A week after launch—or what may one day be called the pre-launch, or the pre-pre-launch, or perhaps the phase neo-meta pre-digitization cycle—one can only speculate how the #DreamLab metaverse is being perceived through digital eyes. Digital fairies run wild.

Temptation of a better time

By JD Reason In the early stages of sobriety, I had a real fear of not having any more fun. For the last 15 years, all of my perceived fun had revolved around drinking. I was an early ambassador of the sauce. I got drunk for the first time at

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Core Genre: Indie Psych Rock / Dreamy Lo-Fi Surf

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Soda Cran and Dream Lab Mag Launch Weekend

Friday morning started the way it usually does for me—an early drive out to see an old wise farmer. He's my counselor, but I call him that because he speaks in parables and wears worn-out boots. I rubbed my eyes, heavy and tired, so much so that

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Orochimaru Fugue State

Just another day, like the one before and after Just another day, laughing with the rats in the rafters

Art

Interdimensional Jellyfish

FC Collection They squiggled through time Through your mind Their shapes were your thoughts Colors and memories Could never be lost