Dreams
What's the use?
Very Real Magic
2025.12.06
Saturday, December 06, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's your sunshine? O/
Right to business this morning.
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Colore goes well: A new post yesterday.
Getting into Act Two requires another post or two.
Interesting how the story tells you what it requires as you write it.
It's that certain way and rhythm stories have that makes itself known as you work.
It's trust, writing I mean.
We write each sentence as an act of faith.
Trust your voice; trust the process: That's the way.
Writing, any craft called Art, isn't hocus pocus, but it is a kind of magic.
If we define magic as all that exists that Science can't measure, then making art is a work of magic.
Very real magic.
Art is the process of making the unsensed sensed. Music, painting, dreams in a line finally in lines on pages and stages to witness.
It's work, for certain it's that.
A repeatable process that always creates a different result isn't Scientific, isn't chaotic; it's Art.
We're always expressing ourselves; the world is a constant flux. So our expressions change with the wind.
I write every sunrise; it's always new.
But it's always me, too. O/
You do the same every morning. Perhaps not with written words, but most definitely with your life.
Every action you make shows the world who you are.
We're constant creators, heat hot living breathing machines for making.
Thanks for giving your dreams to my words. It's what words and Art are for: To share dreams.
Our imaginations are the most interesting thing about us.
What we do with our dreams is how we spend our lives.
Thank you for sharing your dreams with my words.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🥖baguette_bread
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a nerdy witch wearing a bowtie painting a stained-glass window in the style of a Renaissance Anime painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, some Renaissance Painters, Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
The Substance of Space
2025.12.04
Thursday, December 04, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Still going.
How's your sunshine?
Still an hour or so away here.
Glad you're reading again. O/
On with our show...
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Shadows... have you considered them?
They're what's actually here.
In a very non-hippie or hipster way, we are stardust. Our shadows are the substance of Space.
That's Space, what we would consider a giant shadow.
One of those deep thought mornings.
"Do you have any other kind, Wynn?"
-Reader Being Funny with a Genuine Question
Sometimes they're: 'The Dog's Got to Be Fed Moments.'
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What a great gift to be able to share words. To have a dream and tag it with language is to sculpt a fantasy and just basic day-to-day life for us.
Really. You have to have a dream of getting breakfast before you go to the kitchen to get it.
Perhaps dreams are the substance called Space. Poetic and practical. Like the author. O/
It would explain why sleeping tends to go better with the lights out. There's more dreams available. Also a reason for closing our eyes and numbing our senses... we're gathering dreams as close to Space as a living body can be.
Deep thoughts turn to breakfast, turn to sunrise. Hope your day is a good one.
Take care, choose your dreams well, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📖book
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a dog wearing a powdered wig sleeping in a dog bed that's floating in Space in the style of a Renaissance Portrait painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Remember
2025.11.30
Sunday, November 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
About an hour till dawn.
Dawn is when the first rays of light are visible.
Sunrise is being able to see the whole sphere.
Dusk happens after The Sun sets.
Did you know?
It's the last visible rays of light... that's dusk.
Shop talk with Mr. Wonder Fell Sunshine.
O/
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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An airplane overhead, traffic headlights on the highway pickup their pace to herald dawn.
We write the morning, each morning; weave slept dreams back into reality.
"Why do such a thing?"
-Curious Reader
We all do. I'm just more literal about it.
Literally, literal.
What's known as writer's block, any creative block at all, is like being in a store full of your favorite things. All of it's free. It only costs the effort of picking it up.
The block enters because you can only choose one thing at a time.
How?
Remember you love creating. Remember these are your favorite things. You can't go wrong. It's not a hierarchy of choice. The idea is to create... which is your most favorite thing to do of all.
Get making. Pick one and go!
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Strong dreams last night settle and sway.
We have something warm to drink, remember the day ahead, see it in our mind.
The course is plotted. We yawn. We stretch. We move forward remembering where forward goes.
Remember is a helpful well designed word.
We put memory pieces back together, reassemble dreams.
I do hope today goes well for you, lives up to your dreams of a good day.
Speaking of Hope, back to Colore for me.
Thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🐢turtle
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of an inquisitive nerdy faerie wearing a bowtie and sweater standing in a supermarket aisle with an empty shopping cart in the style of an Anime impressionist illustration.
Harvest
2025.11.27
Thursday, November 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Happy give thanks day. O/
Thank you for reading.
We celebrate a good harvest and working together on a day called Thanksgiving.
A good year to remember that.
Hope all's well and you enjoy the holiday.
On with our show...
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Pink citrus cirrus clouds for sunrise, mango lemonade sky.
A nest some robins built last year in a tall oak that many different songbirds stopped and stayed at since, fell last night.
A curiosity for Abe. The rescued Texas hound makes a toy out of it, picks it up like a rough draft of a research paper you can write better; tears it up with paws and teeth, drops the pieces to blend in with the Autumn foliage on the Earth's floor.
Full circle bits and pieces back to how the builder robins found them last year.
Nature and her cycles...
A circle is the best symbol to represent Life,
Water shows the way.
Rain to river to steam and back again,
Life is a circle going somewhere.
Sun up, sun down, life grows in between.
Our lives are bookended with sleep.
We begin as a dream and end as one.
That's why Wonder Fell insists so often we focus more on our dreams.
They're where we start and where we end.
If we're looking for a point and purpose to life, Dreams are the most logical place to start.
We breathe; our hearts beat. We have Science up every wazoo to help those. But each and everyone of us also must dream.
When it comes to the reality of the powers and utility of dreaming, humanity's ignorance shows its greatest neglect.
Your life is the accumulation of the dreams you've had and how you made literal sense of them.
So, on this day of harvest what new dreams do you bring to the table, what do you wish upon a star for?
The opportunity to make our dreams touchable tangible things is Life's great gift... aptly named the present. (It's always kind when the puns are simple.)
Today we celebrate reaping what we've sown.
How's your harvest?
Gather some new dreams and plant them.
Watch them grow through the seasons.
Be thankful for their new life next Thanksgiving, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🙏pray
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a turkey wearing a bowtie and pajamas looking out a window watching the sunrise while daydreaming in the style of a magical Art Deco Chibi Anime painting.
+he Ghos+ Point
2025.11.24
Monday, November 24, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's Life? O/
What's a good one look like to you?
Not an arbitrary philosophical question, a very practical one.
If you don't know where you're going, why get in the car?
So where are you going? What's a good life, a good day, look like to you?
Decide. Set your GPS. And Go.
On with our show...
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Dawn... not the dish detergent, the light in the sky.
Monday morning headlights zip by on the highway.
Every car a story, every driver a life of possibilities.
Where are you going?
How's your work working out for you?
How are your relationships?
How's your best dream of yourself?
Plug that dream into your GPS and get going.
Inspirational words at dawn, what else is the sunshine for?
We have our dreams for reasons that have little to do with Reason.
Here's an interesting consideration at the start of this age with AI:
What separates you from an Artificially Intelligent robot version of you?
Really.
It's an important question to ask right now.
The answer is +he Ghos+ Point.
If you had a perfect replica of your ideal partner, down to the feel of their skin, all its habits and hygiene, you wouldn't have your partner.
Why? What's different?
It's crucial for humanity we answer this question and soon.
Because you and your partner are not your scientific-selves. You're what decides what to do with the Science called you.
The thing that chooses and dreams... that's you.
Your body is your outfit; fashion it as you like, as you dream and choose it to look to best suit your dreams and choices.
Our words, like everything we build, are an extension and expression of ourselves.
Not our physical bodies, what we actually are.
I can wave to you here: O/
And what you picture, that feeling you have reading me is, for you, me.
+he Ghos+ Point
So thank you for sharing sometime together. I hope all is well. Remember everything you write and do shows the world who you are.
Take care, share your best dreams of you, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 💭thought_balloon
Same Prompt🤔: Create an inspirational image of a ghost wearing a bowtie holding a book pointing at the viewer in the style of a magical Pixar animation.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine and +he Ghos+, November 2025
A Personal Fire
2025.11.21
Friday, November 21, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell way.
Peace.
Sometimes dreams are a personal fire while you sleep.
Sometimes you wake and the world is transformed by the blaze.
Have you ever had dreams like that?
Woke up changed?
Vivid, emotional, hot, or cold dreams?
There's so much more to life than we speak of; more than body measurements and what we eat, what we do.
There's dreaming.
We call it the unconscious, but it's really where we live... a little light shining in the grand dream called life.
That's us.
This dream wants expression.
Your particular light is best suited to express certain aspects of the Dream called Life, so you're brought pieces to share.
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There was a time when we thought of the World as a Great Spirit.
It's closer to the reality of our experience to describe it that way.
The World is always making; we're so focused on done.
The flaw in calling something measured is it leaves out measuring the reality of Life's insistence to grow and change.
What if dreaming had the ability to change your life?
What if I told you it's the only thing that does?
It's the only thing that does.
Everything starts with a dream.
Everything.
"Oh Wynn, you and and your deep thoughts so early in the morning..."
-Introspective Reader
"Yup."
-Wynn
The ocean is more than atoms deep on Wonder Fell.
Another verse of Colore posts later today.
A definite: "Is he really just going to stop there...?" entry for sure.
The Inciting Incident when our hero is forced to act appears today.
Again, Colore is not a story for children. Important themes are brought up, often through the eyes of a child.
If you wouldn't allow your kids to watch the nightly News unsupervised they shouldn't be reading Colore... or Wonder Fell tyvm.
Thanks again for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🏆trophy
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of the world taking a nap wearing pajamas and a bowtie in the style of a magical Art Deco Anime color pencil sketch.
What's Wonderfell All About?
2025.11.09
Sunday, November 09, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Glad to be read by you again. O/
The Sun's just about to show.
Abe, the rescued hound dog, still in soft snoring dog dreams on the loveseat.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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So what's Wonder Fell all about?
First, it's a journal kept everyday at sunrise.
What's remarkable about it?
It's a poet's journal.
Not a 'hey I wrote a couple verses with a broken heart, or look how well my words can woo you' poet; a real-life, like it's my job title, Poet, Poet's Journal.
If you thought poetry was just a hobby for hallmark cards, or maybe what rap artists do, Wonder Fell's a good place to find out what Poets for millennia have been lyrically sharing our souls about.
It's a conversation with you, for you.
During this time when AI begins to arrange the way we do business, it's imperative we remember the true power of language, what making and using words is all about.
Words are a place to place your dreams to make them real. They are the first step to reality. They're what make us human. We're not-so-hairy-monkeys without words.
Software mimics the ways of the mind. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but it takes at least a thousand words to make every picture.
Artists and programmers have to learn the right language to draw every intended line. Anything you've ever done required language to accomplish it.
Wonder Fell's AI images, with the 'Same Prompt' located at the end of posts, shows the different interpretations, and thus the limitations of AI.
Being human is about the expression of Life. We've been focused for so long on how to prolong our lives we forgot why we're making the effort.
Beauty, friendship, love, wonder and building wonderful things, and moments is what Life is all about.
Of course there's poetry on Wonder Fell, too. If that's your cup of tea or energy drink to help raise your spirit and feel connected to life, maybe you'll read some.
And there's Colore, an American Epic I've been working on for some time.
I've just begun releasing it in stages: at least a verse weekly on Fridays.
It begins with the story of a girl and her dog, but the themes are heavy.
If you wouldn't allow your children to watch the nightly news unsupervised, they shouldn't be reading Colore, or Wonder Fell for that matter.
Sometimes seeing the world through the eyes of a child teaches us so much we forgot. Take Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer for examples.
I know if Huck and Tom had the opportunity to meet a dragon with Hope they'd be all in.
Would you? If yes, you might check it out.
One of our greatest minds said: "Imagination is more important than knowledge," then dropped the ball and went about spending a life focused on pure knowledge.
Colore is a tribute to the worldly transformative power of the Imagination.
Placing it second in importance is one of humanity's greatest failures.
The health of any nation is judged best by how it treats its artists, Artists of every endeavor. Be it a symphony, ballet, or a hip-hop concert what we value artistically shows us what we value... period.
There's more to life than sensationalism, America. When we put flash over substance we get bulldozers in The East Wing.
Substance comes from what the Imagination is for: Dreams and doing dreams. That means words and stories and paintings and a beautifully built White House with the hope of a people placed in each stone.
Wonder Fell is not for politics. Demolishing The White House is not a political act. It's a tragedy. We should lower our flags to half-mast to mourn the loss while we decide how to heal, at least how to stop the bleeding.
Sun's up now. Most of the leaves are end of Autumn amber and fall steady and slow.
Thank you again for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
This Ghostly Manner
2025.10.27
Monday, October 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Time to write the morning.
Hope all's well with you.
On with our show...
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Dark. Daylight Saving Time, this year, is a welcomed event.
Sat here in the pre-dawn dark with a candle, a hound-dog, a cup of tea not coffee, and some cereal, waiting for the light.
Anticipation is bringing me down and the sun up.
Another so much to say to you morning.
The more I write Wonder Fell the clearer its audience becomes.
You're Artists or people intrigued by the creative process.
My people. Good morning. O/
Life, though, is a creative process.
Have a dream and make it real. What we all do all day.
Philosophy this morning is for the birds. I'll let them know as soon as they arrive.
So here you are spinning around a supernova on a sphere spinning itself through a vacuum called Space staring at a glowing cube with flashing lights on it making sense of some symbols a guy calling himself +he Ghos+ made before sunrise.
To give you your exact GPS coordinates.
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I've got "Epic Brain," this morning.
Anyone whose ever had more than one project going on at once knows this feeling.
My thoughts pull towards: Colore.
The first time I published the Epic's title. ^
This whole Ghos+ business will make some very practical sense real soon.
It's important for so many of the themes in Colore that I remain anonymous as possible for awhile.
It throws profiling out the window.
Yup, an American Epic called Colore, by an author we know little, but so much about (six hundred and four posts worth).
It's one reason why I've shared with you in this ghostly manner everyday for over a year now.
Consider Wonder Fell a getting to know you session, a conversation with your introverted often in daydreams friend who never lets you down. O/
There's a lot we need to talk about America, a lot we need to remember.
Like common decency and what Hope is for.
Thanks for reading.
Onto other pages for you to read later.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎃jack_o_lantern
Same Prompt🤔: Create an inspiring image of a nerdy dragon wearing glasses and a bowtie reading an ancient text in an enchanted forest at dawn with rainbow light coming from the book's pages in the style of a magical anime illustration using bright, vivid light and stark shadows.
