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Dream journal: Kaiju Apocalypse

Overall dream mood: apocalyptic doom. Fear but the action-y kind.

This dream was a combination of the legend of Zelda: breath of the wild and a Godzilla-type kaiju flick.

So first thing to point out is that, like in a video game like Zelda, there was a world map menu screen that I kept constantly referring to. In this case, it looked like a virtual globe. There were at least two continents, a northern one and a southern one, separated by ocean. I lived on the northern continent, which also had some kind of castle thing.

The earliest thing I distinctly remember, I was with a group of people - my family? My friends? Maybe you? - in an rv in the middle of the desert in the southern continent. There was a violent sandstorm whipping around the desert. We were there looking for something. I don’t know what, but it was something important. The whole desert looked like a wasteland. I know this was happening very shortly before or right after the apocalypse had started. I don’t really know.

Evidently we found whatever we were looking for, because I was suddenly in the northern continent in some kind of huge brownstone castle sitting right on a circular beach with huge, brown, sharp rocks right around the water’s edge. The castle was simultaneously at the center of the northern continent while also sitting at its most southern edge, right at the edge of the ocean separating the northern and Souter bay continents. I know that doesn’t make sense, but it’s a dream. That’s just the way it crumbles.

Ok so here’s an important thing about this castle: I was definitely there far earlier in the dream, evacuating people from nearby into it in preparation for the coming kaiju apocalypse. Like I was there before the desert stuff, and I had flashbacks to evacuating people into this castle, but I don’t remember that part of the dream.

Anyway, now I’m on the beach, running around as these huge black jagged rock-eggs fall from the sky and release these enormous insect kaiju. Each one is glossy jet black with six spider legs attached to a monstrous humanoid torso that looked like a leaner, more muscular Godzilla but without spine. They were terrifying and awful, but I somehow had a way to defeat them if I could reach these ancient and powerful computer terminals in various places in the world. The two most obvious ones I knew or were on the beach...right where the kaiju kept dropping. I was DESPERATELY trying to reach the terminals, but the kaiju kept killing me or stopping me (don’t worry though; it was like video game dying where I’d respawn somewhere and try again). I managed to stop a couple of these kaiju, but they also had a special ability: whenever they died, a similarly sized spider creature would tear out of their armored bodies and keep fighting, making it really hard to catch a break against them.

Eventually, I ended up getting chased by one into the water. I’m swimming backwards, desperately trying to keep space between myself in this monster while it swings big at me trying to end my life. I open up my world map and try to teleport away to somewhere on the southern continent (something you can do in the legend of Zelda: breath of the wild). Unfortunately, I had just borrow my ancient teleport iPad from my friend Ivana from college (who I haven’t seen or thought of in YEARS), and she unfortunately didn’t have any location unlocked. I had to keep swimming until we reached the southern continent. And I say “we” because halfway through, the monster stopped attacking me, and suddenly the monster wasn’t a monster, it was this younger black dude around my age. He was the son of the man who had worked with the monsters to bring about this apocalypse. He and I end up on the Southern continent and then somehow together teleport to the northern one. We ended up talking, and I asked him, does he really want this end of the world?

“Yes,” he replied.

“Really?” I asked. “You want to go with your father on this? You’ve seen movies and read books right? You’re here with him until the monsters ask him to sacrifice you, or ask him to fight you. Is that really what you want?”

He didn’t really answer; he just kind of stormed off to find his father. I stopped him to say one more thing: “please. Just help me. I can stop this.” He looked conflicted as he walked away.

Meanwhile, my friend from high school, Wei-Ting Huang, decided now was a good time to walk out on to the beach. I ran after him and was like “wei-ting, you have to get inside NOW!” He turns and runs back in, across some short small bridge back inside. I had a brief flashback to when I was evacuating people right across this bridge, causing me to freeze up. Wei-ting came back out to grab me and pull me across - just in time because the bridge got destroyed by a kaiju-blast of air.

Then I woke up.

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Dream Journal: I’m Your David and You Are Here With Me

The overall feeling of this dream was fear and rising tension.

I was in some sort of college English class, although the classroom looked like a high school science class: long, standing science tables instead of desks; two people per table; weird sciencey stuff everywhere.

Pan to a lanky white kid named David. Because dream logic, I saw inside his mind. He had two personalities for different situations: Ezekiel and Jonah. Jonah was afraid of public speaking and interacting with others. Ezekiel could interact but was mostly a ball full of rage. They got along to protect one another but generally didn’t want to be in public.

I was partnered with David for some kind of class project. The professor asked us to get up and give some kind of speech to the rest of the class. Because dream logic, I saw inside David’s mind as he tried to speak. Jonah was in control, and knew that he needed Ezekiel’s help to do this. In David’s mind, he was two separate people: Jonah, standing in front of the class, and Ezekiel, leaning against the chalkboard with his arms crossed, refusing to take part.

“Ezekiel,” said Jonah. “I need you here with me to do this.”

“I don’t want to,” sneered Ezekiel.

“You have to,” replied Jonah.

“No I don’t,” snarled Ezekiel, “and you can’t make me.” He had a wildly angry look in his eye, as if one more request would set him into a violent rage.

“Ezekiel!” yelled Jonah with as much assertiveness and confidence as he could muster, which was actually quite a lot for a personality whose whole thing was hiding. “I am in control and you have to help me.” He held out his hand towards Ezekiel. “I am your David and you are here with me.”

Ezekiel looked at him with such intense and murderous rage that I almost woke up out of fear. Oddly, there was no hate in his eyes, just a mixture of anger and genuine surprise. I can’t really describe or even replicate it, but it was incredibly scary. During this entire exchange, there was background music playing all around us like something out of a movie. It consisted of a single monotone string note, getting louder and louder as Ezekiel got angrier. It created this awful rising tension that also made me afraid that Ezekiel was about to turn this school into the next Columbine or Parkland.

Back in the world outside of David’s head (but still in my dream), David had been silent for awhile, struggling to find the words for the presentation. Instinctively I knew that at least one goal of the lesson was to give David the confidence to speak in public. I also realized that even though the tense music was playing, Jonah had done a good job keeping Ezekiel in check, and that maybe I could connect with him and help him avoid going murder-crazy.

I moved over to him and said loudly, “don’t worry about it, man. I have the same problem.” I meant that I have trouble with public speaking, but it came out like I also have a split personality disorder, which I absolutely do not.

One of the other kids spoke up from the back, a girl who I knew but can’t remember in the light of day: “you? Nah you’re like the most outgoing and annoying person we know.”

“Oh great,” I said. “You’re going to start him off with a bad impression of me?”

“Someone had to,” said the girl. “Everyone here meets Mike Chu at some point.” I knew she was right, too, mostly because I’ve always been outgoing enough to meet everyone around me in every school I’ve been to.

Everyone was laughing at her joke, and I smiled, but I was still tense. The single musical note was still playing, but much louder now, like the threat of Ezekiel was closer than ever before. Because of dream logic, I knew that couldn’t be the case - Jonah was in total control and actually making progress. Still, I was scared. And then I woke up.

I started to nap while writing down this dream, so I ended up continuing it to some extent. David started into the presentation proper, talking about selling hummus or something. Idk. Very odd. I think something else happened too, but I don’t remember it. Anyway end of dream.

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Dream Journal: Acid Hands

Very short one today. The overall feeling I had during this dream was curiosity.

I was sitting at a table with I think Rynstar, a TikTok BLM activist. She has some kind of serum for the hands that’s supposed to make them...better in some way? But before you can put it on, you have to sterilize the area it’s going on with hand sanitizer. She offers me some, but turns out she accidentally gave me ACID instead. The palm of my hand starts basically melting, the skin starts becoming loose and threatening to fall off, and a HUGE FUCKING HOLE forms in the center of my palm. Rynstar is talking to someone else at the table and offers them her actual bottle of hand sanitizer, which is identical to the bottle of acid.

“Rynstar?” I asked. “Is that your hand sanitizer in your hand?”

“Yup,” said Rynstar.

“So that stuff by your elbow isn’t your hand sanitizer,” I said.

“Nope,” replied Rynstar. “That’s my acid.”

“So you just gave me acid and not hand sanitizer,” I concluded, frowning.

“Oh,” she said. She looked down at the acid, then at the hand sanitizer in her hand, then back at me. “I guess I did.”

I immediately ignored whatever else she was going to say and instead ran straight to the sink to wash off whatever acid remained. Luckily, as I was it away, the water somehow reacted with it to instantly heal my hand and close the hole, so the whole thing was just a minor inconvenience.

Then I woke up and had to pee.

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Dream Journal: Law School in the Sky by Studio Ghibli

The entirety of Cornell Law School lifted off the ground and floated into the sky. It became a floating school, the first one in the country.  The dean, Dean P, made some special announcement about how glad we were to start this and how they had been planning the change for a long time. I forget what exactly what he was getting at. 

I wasn't inside the school at the time; I was on the ground, watching as the ground broke and it lifted into the sky. It was amazing to see, because it wasn't exactly Cornell as it is in real life. It had similar stonework, but there were more towers, more walls. It was much more like a castle than a place of learning. 

But then, and it’s not clear if it was even a day later or MINUTES later, either someone fired something at it or a strong gust of wind hit. Regardless, the school quivered, shook, and then literally toppled out of the sky.  It looked like it was falling in slow motion as it spun to the ground. When it crashed, there was lots of rubble and a crazy rescue effort. I imagined how scary it must have been to be INSIDE as it fell, because with the school literally flipping end over end, it must've been chaos in every room. I'm not sure if anyone was hurt or died - that was outside the ambit of the Dream. I do remember that the underground parts of the school somehow didn't lift with the rest, even though there's no possible way that could be true because literally the earth around the school moved with it. But whatever, dream logic. 

I walked into one of the basement areas thinking there'd be no ceiling because the building had flown away, but it turned out there was a ceiling - at first it was just a tarp, but it changed into actual solid ceiling. Also, the basement area, instead of looking nice like it does in real life, looked like someone excavated the command tunnels underneath London landmarks. Everything was dirty and gross, and it also seemed to be doubling as a medical area for the injured (so I guess there were injured?) The dream sort of ended there. I just kept going over the image of the school floating and then toppling out of the sky over and over.

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Dream Journal: Nightmare on Gala Street (late from January 3rd)

The overall feeling I had during this dream was creepiness and dread.

I was at this weird ball/gala event sitting at my table. People I didn’t know kept coming in and sitting at other tables. Then I saw my friend Tyler walk in and waved for him to sit across from me. He shook his head and appeared at a table next to me. And at a diagonal table from me. And across from me. And suddenly everyone was Tyler, and then suddenly the only Tyler was across from me, but I didn’t know if that was the real Tyler so I didn’t want to talk anymore. The entire time, there was this feeling that I shouldn’t trust anyone there, that there was something wrong with the whole affair and that I needed to get the hell out of there, but I didn’t know why. I spoke with Tyler about what the event could be about, and he guessed that maybe it was a press event gala to promote the Avengers.  He said it with such contempt in his voice, as if advertising for the Avengers was the most horrible thing you could do. Suddenly I’m back in my bed at home. It feels like I’m half awake, but it seemed to really be a dream. I’m trying to sleep but my eyes are open and I can see around me in the darkness. Something feels wrong, in the evil sense. It feels as though there is evil in my house. No. In my room. Just over my shoulder, I hear what sounds like a distant banjo or ukelele or some kind of string instrument that you pick. It was playing a short, very creepy melody with very high notes. But when I looked over my shoulder, all I could see was my wall and window - nowhere where there could be a banjo. I tried to slide deeper under the covers to hide myself, but the covers weren’t large enough anymore. Slowly, I turned and looked at my door.  Through the darkness, I saw something small standing in the doorway where there should have been nothing. It was a doll. A Christmas doll that my family keeps in the foyer during Christmas. She was standing in my doorway. Seeing her felt sudden, jarring, and incredibly disturbing, and I knew she was somehow behind the presence I was feeling in my room. I watched her as she moved across the room - not so much walking or even moving as just appearing in each new spot as fast as my eyes moved. She made it halfway across my room and then appeared to be climbing up the foot of my bed. I tried to move - to stop her, to fight her, to approach her and do something - but I literally couldn’t move. I was paralyzed by fear, even though my first instinct was to run towards her. But I couldn’t move. And then I woke up.

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Dream Journal: Ants, Mind Stones, and Fireworks

Last night, I dreamed that my friend Tyler was living in an enormous mansion, and he had an ant problem. There were ants everywhere, and they were driving him insane.  He also had to throw a big party, so these ants needed to go.  He sent me and someone else (unknown girl) to go get rid of the ants.  But when we tried, the ants, rather than being a nuisance, did cool tricks and made fireworks and other really weird shit.  The girl and I were like "whoa these ants are so cool, why do you want them gone?"  we followed the fireworks (the ants weren't visible but they were ants) to the foyer, then out the front door, and the ants locked the door behind us.  The ants then proceeded to stop being nice and start driving Tyler up the wall.  Apparently, they wanted Tyler to go insane by sending us away.  It worked reasonably well, because he was definitely acting crazy, but i also somehow got back inside with him. We locked ourselves in a room where the ants didn't find us, and i asked him what the fuck was with these ants.  He told me that somehow, the ants had the mind stone (yes, from the avengers movies) and its power had made them sentient and powerful, and they were taking revenge on him.  I asked him what for.

 Apparently, as a child, Tyler was viciously bullied by an asshole.  One day, they were on a canoe.  Tyler, to defend himself, had brought an ant queen with him - a former queen of the anthill now attacking him.  When the bully tried to bully him, he shoved the ant queen into the dude's hand.  The bully, apparently an idiot, didn't squish it or immediately drop it in the water, but just held it as the queen spawned more ants in his hand.  He freaked out and shoved his hand and the queen into the water, thinking it was bees. Idk.  Anyway, then I woke up.

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Dream Journal: Zombies, Tree Houses, and Blood Rain

Last night I had a dream that my friends and I had found a safe zone in the zombie apocalypse: a massive, MASSIVE fortress made of a MASSIVE tree in the middle of an open plain surrounded by forest. Think of the tree from that episode of Avatar, the Last Airbender, the one in the swamp where Aang had that first vision of Toph. Or even better, think of that massive tree in Avatar, the Blue People Movie that isn't the Smurfs, except looking like a brightly lit wooden cabin inside, filled with all the comforts of home.

Around the base of the tree was an energy shield keeping out the unwanted.  As part of our task to earn our keep for staying, we had to go collect wood for the fires, meaning we had to go to the bottom of the shield, open a hole, and grab some wood.

Somehow, when I when down to the shield, I saw the world as if I was a minecraft character.  I went to the shield, smacked open a small block-hole, and got a little wood.  The hole was only as big a single minecraft block, so nothing could get in through it.  I then moved down the line and found a hole in the shield big enough for things to get through, a hole I hadn't made.

"Uh oh" I thought. I ran back in and immediately reported this to everyone around, which was for some reason just my friends and a few people who ran the tree fortress.  As I told them this, I realized zombies were invading the tree fortress right then and there.  We were a floor up from where the zombies were, but for some reason, we needed to go higher to get back to the lowest floor and leave (dream logic...go up to go down). A zombie was climbing a ladder directly below us, so I grabbed a screw-driver and stabbed it in the head when it got to the top.  That's when we all just started running and trying to escape, stabbing zombies as much as we could.

Now, there was also a weird underlying future-sense to the dream, in that I knew that later on, humanity would have a sort of weather-changing technology through a dj-like soundboard setup, but that we didn't have that technology yet. Possibly, humanity as a whole had discovered that tech before the zombie apocalypse, but it was lost to us now.  I don't know.

Regardless, as we fled the tree fortress, we kept hearing a deep, echoing voice say things about how we wouldn't escape and how the end was nigh and all that kind of fun bullshit. It would've been creepy enough on its own, but the voice was also accompanied by a mixture of blood pouring down the walls and literal blood rain inside the tree fortress.  This, as you can imagine, was creepy and scary as hell, and so we kept running.

Through the power of dream logic, we knew that the voice belonged to a (if not THE) zombie king, although i have no idea why any of us knew that or why he would be after us.  Regardless, we kept running until we ran out from a garage on the bottom floor and onto the plain.

Two odd things. First, it was raining really hard outside.  Normal rain, not blood rain.  It hadn't been raining when I first saw the hole in the energy shield (a shield that also was no longer there).

Second, there was a contingent of military/government/CDC officials outside, mobilized like a legit army, and they were busy trying to find survivors and kill zombies.

One super friendly bearded CDC guy came over and told us to get in his SUV so he could take us to safety. But while everyone else got in the car, I looked around and saw the Zombie King standing in front of what looked like a soundboard for controlling the weather.  You know, just like the one from the future.  This weather soundboard was decked out for making blood rain and other zombie-things, and i was immediately like "oh so this is how humanity acquires that technology!"

Me and friendly CDC guy ran over to zombie king.  ZK started loudly and dramatically monologuing about how we and the world had no chance, how we would be defeated, how everything would fall to him.  I no longer had a weapon on me, so I tried to grab a weapon off CDC guy.  CDC guy pushed me away and basically said "Oh yeah?" and then stabbed ZK in the head with a knife he had been slowly pulling out.

With ZK dead, CDC guy wanted us to immediately leave, but I wanted to bring the weather soundboard with us. He smiled and said "ok, if you can get it on the truck, then it can come."  I immediately picked it up and threw it in the trunk.  I struggled to close it because it was an uneven fit and I was freaking out in case zombies got any closer.  Eventually, I managed to get the trunk closed, hopped in the SUV, and escaped with the rest of them.

End.

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my boyfriends dick gets hard when we talk about our future together and when i tell him that i love him. literally i’ll be like “i love you so much and i want to grow old with you” and he’ll get fully erect

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I FELT HIS PAIN

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Actually this perfectly sums up something I’ve been thinking for a long time.

Trump cracked the code and realized that POWER, not just change, comes from large groups of angry people.  That’s why he spends so much time deflecting and whipping up his base.  He’s managed to take advantage of one of the largest groups of angry people our country has ever seen, while the rest of us, still angry and perhaps larger as a group, are much more disorganized because we all want differing things.  That’s how he managed to subject the majority to the minority’s will.

“And if day one [of Trump’s presidency] is any indication you are part of the largest group of angry people I’ve ever seen.”

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Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017)

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“Nobody ever used their tax dollars to help me!” says local man who drives on roads, gets his trash collected, has clean water, sends his kids to school, utilizes the police and fire departments, walks his dog in the park, receives mail, and also possess no sense of self reflection. 

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1917 / 2017

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FLAMED HER ASS 😂😂