#TheDreamer

[nojodasjuan]

My favorite moments of "The Dreamer" Pt 1.

Issue 1 || Page 07

Issue 2 || Page 24

Issue 4 || Page 9-10

Issue 5 || Page 2-3

[thedreamerquotes]

der Raum war übervoll Also woher kam die Leere? Hab' doch gefeiert wie man soll Und dabei wollt' ich nur noch gehen

Lotte - Schwer

[vantagevu]

Dave Chappelle Identifies As Fun

Dave Chappelle unpacks his 2022 on-stage attack and relationship with the trans community in his latest Netflix special “The Dreamer” “My Job is a job, I’m fun” By Ntsiki Miya If you have built a relationship with anyone in the LGBTQIA+ community you will understand that most of the “noise” made by a lot of the members of this “colourful” community are sometimes unwarranted. I am friends with…

[robynwarnedesigns]

Turned a drawing my daughter drew years ago in my sketchbook into a creepy scene. #dreaming #pencilsketch #sketchbook #thedreamer https://www.instagram.com/p/CnfvLhEsYDa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ginolalas]

Dreamer. @swellsculpture #thedreamer @montelupoarts #montelupo #montelupoarts #swellsculpture2022 #swellsculpturefestival #swellsculpture #sculpture #festival #swell #art #beach #beachside #curumbin #queensland #australia #shotoniphone #shotoniphone12 #shotoniphone12promax #latergram (at SWELL Sculpture Festival) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cidk-C7hlxp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pierppasolini]

The Dreamers (2003) // dir. Bernardo Bertolucci

[ghostowlattic]

A few old mj incarnations on Neil Gaiman’s Morpheus / the Sandman

by Darius Greene / Ghost Owl Attic 

[spookywhitt]

All put together? Now we just need to make the cape!

[wayshak]

Convention sketch of Dream wearing his helmet, from The Sandman comics. #sandman #dreamshelm #dream #thedreaming https://www.instagram.com/p/CpWAWDuPqdN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[caramellopeach-blog]

My Love

MORPHEUS X READER

What if you were Sandman's lover and the two of you were separated during the 100 years of his imprisonemnt?

What if just for once you were able to visit him in your dreams?

(Reader with no gender specified :) )

You haven't have seen your lover Morpheus for 57 years by now and you were losing hope in his return.

The realm was slowly decading and the only thing that was keeping you from the complete distruction was the love for Dream. You knew deep in your soul that he would have returned, but that hope was fading away little by little every day. You hated yourself because you knew that Dream would have never abandoned you, Lucienne and his entire realm to go living with the humans, those filthy creatures from the waking world.

Those thoughts kept you awake every night and sometimes, between the tears, you couldn't even sleep all night and it was becoming more and more usual.

That night was no different from the others.

Or, at least, you believed so.

It was around 3 am and you hadn't been able to sleep from hours at this point, thinking about the good old days when Dream used to live with you in his high castle in the Dreaming. How warm were his arms while they were cuddling you during the night and the soft : " I love you y/n, always remember that" before going to sleep. But that night, between the tears and a warm heart for love, you could fall asleep and had a dream. 

But it was not just a simple dream, as you realised. 

You found yourself in a large room, full with columns and made out of stone, which was similar to a crypt. The ceiling was very low and it smelled like a room with closed windows after few people have slept in there... it smelled like humans, close space, smoke and strong feelings

of revenge 

of anger 

of loneliness

but also of hope and 

love 

You would have recognised that smell everywhere.

You turned your head to track the smell and noticed a giant glass ball in the middle of the room, which was sorrounded by a small river and a penthagon as you recognised. A ritual? You didn’t undertsand why you were dreaming that, what were the reasons, so you overstepped the little river and headed to the ball. It was giant and made out of strong glass, unbreakable and it was clearly made out of something with a powerful magical power, which just Lucifer or God themselves would have been able to escape from. 

You were so concentrated and fascinated about the glass, that you didn’t realised that something was in there and was awekening, disturbed by your presence.

“My love? Is that you?”

Your heart stopped beating for a second, as you slowly raised your head to meet two deep eyes, which could easily move your soul and heart.

Morpheus, those eyes were of Dream. 

You started crying uncontrollably as you saw his face, the pain, the distance, the loneliness and the love which hadn’t had a way to manifest for all those years.

“Love,o my god, I have so missed you.. ehi ehi... don’t start crying.. is okay now..I can see you...o my god...” Dream was trying to comfort you while you where crying whitout a way to stop. You were so confused and scared. 

Why was Dream there? How? Was there a way to escape from this prison? For how much long? His eyes were full of sadness but at the same time of joy and love for seeing you. He was naked and you noticed his thin but strong body, his soft silky skin and dark black hair, whose touch you missed so much during your lonely night. 

“How can I help you, my Lord? You have to escape. Now. I will save you and we will return to the Dreaming... please love.. please” you said as you were analysing the glass in order to find a way our for Dream. You were shaking and crying and praying to save him and you didn’t noticed how Morpheus was trying to catch your attention, calling you and waving his hands. 

Just when he yelled at you to stop, you looked at him, confused and with a guilty feeling, catching his dark eyes, as he said to you: 

“Love, stop please. You are just hurting yourself and me, please stop.”

“But you have to escape my Lord, you cannot stay here, not a second anymore, you have to come with me to the Dreaming, you have to return, the realm needs you. Please love, please”

“I cannot escape at the moment, I’m sorry, I would without esitation if I could, i have missed you so much”

“I will find a way, I am here, I can get you out, We just need to find a lever or something like that, a bottom, maybe it is in the upper house, if there is one.. maybe there is a control room or something, I...I... just... must...”

“LOVE STOP!” Dream stopped you from ranting, yelling at you for a second time. “Sweetheart, stop, you will just heart yourself. You are not really here, this is not a dream, it is more like a manifestation, you cannot save nor help me. Stop hurting yourself, please. My soul is suffering seeing you like that. Please, stop.” 

A manifestation? WHAT? You couldn’t belive him. It was not possible, you were not capable of such things. If it was a manifestation, you were just some kind of imagine there, without any power, without any ability, so you tried to touch the water of the near small river, but it remained untouched, without a single change. Your heart cracked. You could not belived that. You turn to Dream and he gave you a small and sad smile

“Is okay Love, the important thing is that you are here with me. Just your sight is enough to heal my soul from this long time of loneliness and distance from your heart. Please, come here, I don’t thing we have much time left. Manifestations are a tricky deceit of the Universe”. 

You slowly moved your body next to the glass to place your hand on his, despite being separated from the glass. 

“How is that possible? I am not capable of such thing, my Lord. If this is not a dream, I don’t know how I did that...”

“Sometimes the Universe gives us, Endless included, little gifts to help us during our lives to not lose hope in it.”

“I have missed you so much my Lord. I feel lonely and empty now that you are gone. The realm is decading and Lucienne is doing all the work in order to keep everyone in peace, although dreams are escaping every day and it is becoming more and more sad living there.” 

“I am sorry my Love for the pain that I have caused to all of you. Right now I cannot escape, but the time will come in which I will be free and I will take revenge for all they have done to me and to you.”

“Yes, my Lord, I believe you, but when? When will it...” 

You stopped suddenly. Something was wrong. You couldn’t feel the glass anymore and the room around you was fading. 

“NO, NO IT IS TOO SOON , PLEASE” you shout. 

“LOVE LOVE, LOOK AT ME, LISTEN TO ME” Dream yelled. You turn your eyes to him, while a strong wind started to blow, moving the elements in the room; the columns started to fade away, carried by the wind, as a black hole started to create at your back.

 “ I LOVE YOU. REMEMBER THAT. I WILL NEVER ABANDONE YOU OR ANYONE ELSE, BUT ESPECIALLY YOU. YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, I CANNOT EXIST WITHOUT YOU AND I WILL RETURN. PLEASE “ Dream was shouting and you could see the tears forming in his eyes as you were slowly fading away. 

You tried to resist but the Universe gives just a little time to rebuilt hope and love and your time has run out. 

Before dissapering, the last thing you saw were his eyes and his lips saying : 

I love you Darling, remember that. 

You woke up in your bed, sweating, crying and shouting, as Lucienne arrived and hugged you, asking what happened and if everything was okay, althought it clearly wasn’t. You cried for hours and Lucienne stayed with you for the enitire night, comforting you, relived by the thought that her Master was still alive and save, if you could say that. 

Lucienne started the next morning, without any sleep, to track the place in which Dream was imprisoned, sending crows and creatures to find him, the ones that were still in the Dreaming. You hope had fully returned and during the lonely night the memory of his eyes and his words was the one thing that made you fell asleep, hoping for another manifestation and encounter with your Lord. 

But it never happened again. The Universe is kind, but not for long time. 

Althought, after 100 years, one morning, during your daily researches in the library to find a way to help Dream, after yet another troubled night, you heard the most soft and loving voice, which you haden’t heard in such a long time...

“Searching for me, my Love?”  

[donnoisseur]

[lesbian-gnf-archive]

dteam and babies

https://twitter.com/danielafoundyou/status/1678811160525537289?s=20

[corvidcall]

i keep posting about how i don't even like dream but i think it sucks that everyone keeps laughing at him for being ugly, but guess what im posting again. i keep seeing people say that the reason they think it's okay to make fun of his (perfectly average tbh) appearance is because "hes an ugly person inside", but in my experience, as a person who has been called ugly my whole life, is that's not fucking true at all and you sound like an asshole. when an attractive person is a bad person, people talk about how they're a bad person. when someone who isn't perfectly conventionally attractive is a bad person, people make fun of their appearance

like. okay people made fun of donald trumps appearance all the time, because hes fat and has puffy eyes and bad fake hair. mike pence is just as bad of a person, but i never saw ANYBODY calling him ugly! when people made fun of pence, it was about the weird things he said and did. so you can't tell me that we body shame bad people because they're bad people, when you only do it to people you think are ugly.

physical appearance is not dependent on moral quality!!!!! this is like. first grade stuff. cmon. we're talking about real people, not the picture of Dorian Gray!!!!

the message that comes across to me, as a person who, again, has been called ugly my whole life, is not that you're savagely owning the bad people. It's that you actually do think the way that i look is inherently bad, and you're only willing to tolerate it because you think ive done enough good deeds to compensate for it. and at that point, frankly, I'd rather you just admit that you think I'm ugly, and stop wasting both of our time.

[arybuildsthefire]

The Dreamers (2003), dir. Bernardo Bertolucci

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Do you think artificial intelligences experience emotions, despite being made of code, unlike humans brains, which are made of organic materials? I know they can be coded to have drives, which are similar, but is the experience the same when, for example, and AI fails to meet a goal? Do they get sad, and does the experience of "sadness" feel the same as a human would experience it?

This question reminds me of my own weird emotional experience in AI safety circles: "It's okay to make AIs suffer. I would make AIs suffer too!" It would be an interesting experiment in making sure we have the same values, if we were able to make AIs (who would be the exact same as us except made of code and so on) feel as much as human beings.

(I don't know how you can make it even slightly possible to make it as possible as possible to understand or experience, given the limitations of today's computers, but the idea is funny)

[pierppasolini]

The Dreamers (2003) // dir. Bernardo Bertolucci