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A Horse I Met in a Dream

Date: June 14th, 2025 - 8:31 AM

A Night-Mare, and horse-person of ambiguous gender. Their neck can grow infinitely long, and if they cut off their head, they can grow a new body from the stump and become the headless horse-centaur, and carry their head around like a torch

Their canon dream name is "Too Many Knives".

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the Leucrotta's tongue - an image from a dream

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reject society, embrace the wolf

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A Nightmare - The Bear [WIP]

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Dream Character - Vita the Ogress [WIP]

February 25th, 2025 - 6:44 AM

Came across a gigantic blue oni/ogre lady chained up in an underground bunker in a zombie apocalypse. Everyone treated her like she was a monster, but to me, she just looked very sad.

When we got a moment alone, I knelt down beside the woman and asked if she would like to be free. She said yes. So I broke her chains.

Afterward, I got yelled at by her captors for "Unleashing chaos upon the world". And while she did solo the entire zombie apocalypse, she never once laid a finger on a living creature.

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A Dream - "The Entity"

March 21st, 2025

In which I meet the physical embodiment of entropy and time itself, and find myself deeply attracted...

As I walk into the empty room, it is illuminated by a projector. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Lights and images fallㅤ аcross my face. It has a texture to it, like sweat. I can feel it on my arms, sinking into my skin. A liquid film.

There is no division between projection and reality. Flickering trees illuminate white walls, expanding into a forest which stretches infinitely in all directions. It is cold. I am not afraid. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

With nowhere else to go, I walk forward. And it is here that I encounter The Entity. 󠁦󠁵󠁣󠁫ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

The Entity is invisible, but I can feel it on the wind. I know its name, though I am not sure how. For some reason, The Entity strikes me as a masculine figure, despite having no corporeal form. It is here – beside me, in close distant proximity, watching from above and below. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

It is something adjacent to a ghost – but that word is far too small to describe such an inphantasmal creature. Not a spirit of a person – but the spiritual and physical embodiment of past and time and nothingness itself. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

It does not beckon, but I know to follow. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

. . . ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

It leads me through the forest, down a path of its own making. As easily as the reeds bend beneath the breeze, The Entity reshapes the world around us. Weaving wheat stalks into iron-wrought fences – marble pillars and concrete sidewalks sprouting from the earth like weeds. Staircases, rose bushes, fountains, hedge mazes, cobblestone paths and majestic old manors – all real, vibrant, and alive. Only to wither and die just as quickly – crumbling back to dust and sinking as we pass. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

The Entity requires no words or gestures. Everywhere It goes, it simply Is – creating and existing and unraveling simultaneously.

Despite – or perhaps, because of – its lack of corporeal form – I am struck with a spontaneous and deep attraction to The Entity. As I try to process this feeling, this desire transforms itself into thoughts and words – bubbling and overflowing, I’m drowning in it.

Can I fuck the past? Can I fuck the future? ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

I want this more than anything. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ �� ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

I want to push Time to the ground and wrap my legs around it. I want to copulate with concepts, and fellate the fabric of the universe. I want to penetrate the past, and shove my present tongue down entropy’s throat; oblivion bucking beneath me, unreality clawing at my back. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

The Entity turns towards me, unseen, unafraid. It would have me, I know this. It has no wants or desires, but it Longs and it Yearns. Not for me, but for anything, for everything, it longs to feel and know anything that exists outside of itself. All I need to do is ask.

But it is too late. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

The film is over. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

The Projection fades. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

I am alone again. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

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a horse I saw in a dream

April 16th, 2025 - 7:57 AM

Standing across a river in the forest, I witness a man petting a strange hybrid between a horse and an oscillating fan.

Despite its surreal appearance, the animal appears quite affectionate. As the man cradles its head in his hands, the horse nickers softly, and leans against his shoulder.

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Dream Creature - Old Feathertooth

April 6th, 2025

A hybrid between a man and a crow - around eight feet tall, with black feathers for teeth. The texture of the teeth is reminiscent of a frilled shark - all razor-sharp, yet uncomfortably soft and malleable.

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Dream Animal - "Gazelle With Spiked Collar"

September 14, 2024 - 10:31 AM

The gazelle wore a small, black collar – guarded by several large spikes jutting from the sides. It was the kind of collar that would be better suited to a junkyard dog than an antelope. But the gazelle was clearly loved and belonged to someone, and judging by its collar - it likely had a very dangerous owner.

I warned them not to do it. I begged them not to do it. I told them that harming this animal would bring us nothing but trouble. But they wouldn't listen to me.

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Dream Creature - "Wolf Hydra" AKA: "Wolflegs"

February 19th, 6:55 AM

Encountered this creature inside of an art studio, tucked between the pages of an unfinished sketchbook.

A quadruped, vaguely lupine creature - except for the fact it is almost entirely composed of wolf legs. The longer you look at it, the more they multiply - like a hydra made of twitching limbs.

The original drawing had what I can only describe as a "looming" presence. Where no matter how you turned the paper, the animal was standing above you, and you had to look up at it from below.

Note: This account is based on a drawing found by an unknown artist, and author was not able to encounter the animal in person. More data likely required.

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Dream Creature - "The Pack" AKA: Cerbalrus

"Are we... a Good Dog?"

First Encountered: January 26, 2025 - 5:22 AM Original Entry: A ball Cerberus - a giant rolling ball of snarling heads.

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First Encountered: January 10, 2024 - 7:51 AM

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Dream Creature - Mummy Locust

First Encountered: February 1st, 2025 - 7:47 AM Original Entry: Social media dommy mommy locust mummy. Invisible? Barrier between dreams and reality.

Translation: A half-woman, half locust, whose entire body is covered in bandages. Upon unwrapping her bandages, it was revealed that there is nothing underneath. Current theory is that her true form is invisible, which allows her to pass through barriers, but she wraps herself in bandages to give the illusion of corporeal form.

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Dream Character - Wolf Child

Careful, she bites.

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A Nightmare - Spine Dog

First Encountered: December 24, 2024 - 9:44 AM Original Entry: A dog whose torso is literally just a spine and a few other bones, nothing else. Black fur. Creepy, looks like starving. Can pick it up like a purse handle.

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Dream Creature WIPs

Top: "Equine Harvester" Bottom: "Clown Puppy"

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Thought I lost my original dream diary for this one, and was very sad. But I finally managed to dig it up, and I'm very happy I did:

Original Entry [abridged]: “This was a story about a jealous smoke man and an angel. The smoke man was trapped In the burning house until all his skin charred and fell off. There was a scene where this angel was sitting in his house alone, and a wisp of a smile entered.

At first, the angel was afraid, but then he remembered his psychologist told him there was no smoke man, this was just an ordinary man. But his psychologist was wrong. The angel drinks his tea and more smoke fills the room, and the angel gets scared and tries to fly away, but a long tendril of smoke reaches out and grabs the angel by the ankle and drags him back inside”

A Nightmare - The Smoke Man

First Appearance: Est. 2010-2011 Threat Level: Deadly

Nobody knows how the fire started. But all they know is that a man remained. But even as the black smoke filled his lungs, and the flames lapped at his cheeks, the man did not die. Smoke and soul melding to his body, like charred rags still clinging to his frail frame.

But on the bright side, The Smoke Man will never be without company. As he lures weary travelers to his home and waits for them to fall asleep, before filling the room with smoke. Using his smoky tendrils to slam doors and grasp fleeing limbs, should anyone try to escape his burning embrace.