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justwritedreams · 2 years

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Kiss Me | Mark Lee

Idol!Mark x Reader

Word count: 1543

Genre: pure fluff

Warning: None

Author: Maari

Note: I honestly didn't know blue haired mark had so much power in me lol ask mark to keep appearing in my dreams so i can keep getting inspired. Trying to write other things to clear my mind and finish the requests please don't give up on me!

Summary: You asked and Mark promptly did.

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Y/N was returning from where she had come when a hand pulled her by the arm to the bathroom corridor of the mall where she was.

"Hey!" was all she managed to say before felt familiar hands on her shoulders and saw Mark's apprehensive face in front of her. "You scared me!" she complained, still feeling her heart want to jump out of her body but when she saw Mark's scared and restless face, she frowned. "What's it?"

“They found me.” he replied, looking around the hallway they were in, as if he needed to make sure he hadn't been followed.

"What? How?"

"I don't know." Mark sighed, and he sounded sincere as well as troubled.

He didn't look scared because of course he'd been through this before, but this weekend was supposed to be different. He was back in his city after so long without the well-deserved vacation, it must have been a normal weekend, like any other person's. Without the fans wanting to take pictures or even recording what he was doing, all he wanted the least was for the mall to be filled with fans, even because he had gone without the security guards.

“Okay, you must have misunderstood.” Y/N tried to calm him down and he glared at her.

“They were looking and pointing at me.”

“Were you sure they were talking about you?” she shrugged and Mark nodded in agreement.

“They were dressed in green.” Y/N eyed him suspiciously, with a raised eyebrow.

"Green?"

“I know what you're going to say, that probably doesn't mean anything.” Y/N nodded and Mark took his hands from her shoulders, taking them to his own hair. “But the moment I saw the color, I don't know, I panicked.”

Y/N controlled not to squeeze Mark's cheeks, as serious as he was, he was so cute. And the involuntary pout he had made was just too attractive.

She reached over to caress his arm, who turned his attention to her.

“Then let's go somewhere else, Mark.” she saw him open his mouth to reply but she smiled reassuringly. "Your blue hair isn't as discreet as you said."

Mark remained serious, but upon seeing Y/N's grimace he laughed lightly.

"Are you sure? I don't know if-” he was interrupted by his friend who started pulling him by the hand.

“I want ice cream and I know the perfect store.” she spoke excitedly and Mark didn't even struggle, laughed and let himself be carried away by Y/N.

“You know it's cold outside, don't you?

“Exactly, it's the perfect weather for ice cream.” Mark genuinely smiled as he watched Y/N's face.

He knew she was doing her best to make him comfortable and he appreciated her effort.

Without even realizing it, they left the mall with their hands intertwined, the texture of the hands together was familiar and welcoming, it had been enough for Mark to forget a little of what had happened inside the mall. The icy wind outside caused Y/N to move closer to Mark, shoulders touching as she tried to find some warmth to ward off the chill.

They went to the bus stop and Mark held back a laugh as he remembered Y/N's words earlier "You'll just be an ordinary person for a day, that means you'll ride the bus like everyone else.". He had nothing to complain about actually, they took a bus a little full and that made her touch him, stay that way for a long time. It was good, he had been able to smell her perfume closer.

And he didn't even know that inside, Y/N was happy too because the situation had made her approach Mark's body the way she had been yearning for.

"What is it?" she asked, seeing him smile sideways as he stared at her, he had placed himself in front of her while they were waiting for the bus.

“I am very happy to be here.” Y/N returned the smile, she felt the same way.

“I am glad to hear that.”

“I needed this, you know? Going back, remembering who I am and I think I can only do that here, with my parents and with you.” she looked away, shy as listened to Mark's words but her attention was stolen to a group of girls who were further ahead, dressed in green, talking warmly and gesticulating endlessly, they were all wearing masks so Y/N couldn't read their lips to know what they were saying but when the girls looked at her, Y/N felt her heart beat faster.

Does that mean…?

Oh damn, what was she going to do?

"What I'm trying to say is that-" Mark's voice still echoed in her ears, but her wits were far away.

“Mark, kiss me.” she spoke without thinking twice and he frowned.

"What?" was all he could said, thought he was delusional or that he wasn't listening properly.

Seeing the girls approaching, Y/N automatically took a step forward, getting closer to Mark who was now wide-eyed.

"Kiss me." she noticed how Mark was confused and about to say something but, while she felt herself being watched, on impulse pressed her lips to Mark's.

He in turn remained shocked, not moving his hands or even blinking, all his attention was focused on how Y/N's warm lips were glued to his.

Y/N saw that the girls walked past them and further away, their eyes seemed fixed elsewhere and so she moved away from Mark to take a better look, the girls were now too busy trying to find the best landscape to take pictures.

Wait a moment…

She felt a huge wave of embarrassment run through her body and stop on her cheek that grew hot with every blink she gave.

“What just happened, man?” Mark still looked shocked and his chuckle at the end indicated just that. Pure shock.

“I think I panicked the moment I saw those girls looking this way and I thought…” Y/N scratched her ear before turning to face Mark, he seemed very interested in listening. “If they think we're dating, maybe they'll think you're not who they thought you were, but they weren't looking at us.” she pointed back and saw Mark smile in an indecipherable way at her. “On second thought, my whole plan seemed pretty silly.”

She looked away, not daring to meet Mark's eyes, but in the blink of an eye he mimicked what Y/N had done a few minutes ago, taking his hands to grab her by the back of her neck and pull her to him. She just widened her eyes when Mark's lips captured hers willingly.

Quite different from the simple touch she had initiated.

Well, of course, the sight of Mark kissing her so thirsty made her a little dizzy and her legs weak, but when he looked her in the eye again, showing how much he wanted it just as much as she did, Y/N couldn't help herself and raised her hand to his face. Indicating that she didn't want to stop.

Mark distributed light pecks as he brought his body to Y/N's and she smiled, caressing his cheek, tired of waiting, their lips met again and didn't let go so easily. Lips molded slowly and even though they were freezing due to the temperature, when their hot tongues met, Y/N felt a shiver on the back of her neck at the same time as Mark grabbed her hair.

Y/N sighed between the kiss and her hand went down to Mark's shoulder, where she held tightly while her heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode, she felt his other hand grip her waist and he seemed focused on keeping their bodies together as if it was going to merge them, but Mark seemed to suck all her strength in that kiss and Y/N's lungs were already complaining about the lack of air, that’s why she lowered her hand to his chest and pushed him lightly.

Enough for their lips to move away, but Mark didn't move another inch, bringing their foreheads together.

"I thought you didn't like to do that in public." Y/N spoke, taking in a large amount of air and opened her eyes to see him staring at her with a twinkle in his eyes, his lips were red and swollen.

"It's not my fault, it was you who asked me to kiss you." he spoke with false innocence and she rolled her eyes but laughed anyway.

Y/N was feeling hot, not just in her cheeks but her whole body, like there was a volcano inside of her, looking at Mark so closely was doing certain things to her.

“Do you still want to buy the ice cream?” she saw Mark shake his head and he lifted his forehead to tuck her hair behind her ear, looking at her with an admiration that made her shy.

“No, I want to keep kissing you.” he admitted and Y/N bit her lip to control her huge smile, in vain of course.

"I guess I don't need to ask you anymore, isn’t?"

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huckleberrykai · 1 year

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hueningkai ~ pizza lover

pairing: kai x reader summary: sick of playing cat and dog, kai gives you a little push to cross the barrier of best friends to more genre: best friends to lovers ?? implied ?? warnings: hella suggestive, kinda poorly written n short i just got too excited, lots of cocky flirty kai idek what happened word count: 0.6k click here for my masterlist! THANKU ANON FOR SENDING THIS IDEA SENDING U SMOOCHES WITH MY BRAIN U R SO SMART

it wasn't a secret that you and kai liked each other. always teetering on the edge of being self-proclaimed 'mega best friends' or something more. you never talked about it, but you flirted 24/7, slept in each other's beds, and got a little more touchy-feely than most best friends would.

the longing glances were the most obvious. kai's members even pulled him up on it once, trying to get him to just tell you the truth instead of giving you goo goo eyes 24/7. it wasn't like you didn't know already, but it seemed like both of you were just waiting for the other to crack - almost like a game.

one day though, you just couldn't keep your sinful thoughts under wraps, and kai recognised the look on your face immediately. he wasn't just gonna let it slide. he was gonna tease you until you couldn't take it anymore.

in your defence, he'd looked delicious all day. white shirt - maybe a size too small - clinging to his broad, firm body driving you insane the entire day while you were out. you went to the mall since he needed to find a birthday present for his sister, and you had to watch in misery while he reached the high shelves - muscles in his arms rippling as he moved things around to find the item he wanted.

he noticed. of course he did.

he knew he drove you as crazy as you drove him ~ and he decided he was finally gonna make you crack. so the whole day was filled with lingering touches and needlessly moving around - making you watch him push his hair back and move things - thoughts too clouded to even realise he was doing it on purpose.

the nail in the coffin was dinner.

you decided to go back to your apartment since kai claimed the dorms would be too loud and too messy, when really he just wanted to get you alone~

you ordered pizza since it was both of your favourites and he watched you with a smirk as you ran around the kitchen to get some glasses to pour your coke into, looking flustered after watching him lift his shirt to scratch an itch on his tummy. "you okay?" he feigned concerned. "you've been staring an awful lot today... like what you see?" he teased, sitting at the counter and opening the pizza box.

"in your dreams huening."

"no, you're a lot nicer to me in my dreams," he shot you a wink as he tore a piece out of the box and placed it on his plate, keeping eye contact while he licked the sauce off of his thumb.

"you're insatiable," you muttered, pouring you both a drink and grabbing your own slice of pizza.

"but you like me like that no?" he raised an eyebrow and watched you while he took a bite of his pizza, moving his tongue to get the cheese that was falling off. you scoffed, tongue in your cheek. "you're evil."

the two of you ate quietly, listening to the music channel kai had put on the tv when you first got home. your eyes kept wandering to each other, giving the other challenging looks to see who would crack first. he notice your eyes wandering to his lips as he ate, biting the pizza dramatically and licking his lips, staring right into your eyes as he did.

he knew you wouldn't say anything, just as stubborn as ever, and so he gave up, taking matters into his own hands.

"if you want my mouth somewhere else you can just tell me you know?~"

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www-librarytearoom-com · 1 year

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Slipping Through my Fingers Chapter 7! It's temporarily going to be here as AO3 is still down but if you'd prefer to read it on AO3 when back up, feel free to. ♡

Under the cut ♡

Tw for child kidnapping, and past violence. Please don't read if you haven't read the rest of the story on Archive of Our Own

"Mario! Spike, where have you two gone off to?"

Luigi had his knees up to his chest, his phone hidden between them and his body. He wasn't sure if they'd take his phone away from him if they caught him with it, so he decided it'd be best to hide it.

He smiled sadly at the video playing. They used to go to so many places so often, and Luigi always liked to document the fun they'd have. Pauline's voice rang through his head, and oh how much he longed to be held in his auntie's arms again.

He still remembered the day in the video like it was yesterday.

Luigi had his phone out, recording the entire situation. Pauline had his other hand in her's, just a natural instinct she had at this point. Mario had practically drilled it into them.

They were currently at the mall, Luigi had needed a new part for his computer, so they'd gone to get one, only for Mario and Spike to have apparently spotted something, resulting in them running off somewhere unknown.

Luigi knew they were doing something strange.

He had chosen not to mention to Pauline how he noticed Mario packing his lightsaber and Jedi robe in his bag that morning. It was too good of an opportunity to watch him embarrass himself.

Pauline led him through, her grip on his hand firm. She was always more of a worrywart then the rest of them, coming second to Mario.

"It's over Anakin! I have the High Ground!"

He smiled at the familiar call, taking the lead and pulling Pauline closer to the chaos. There was a new ball pit that had been installed, probably for a small carnival, in the center of the mall.

Mario was standing against the top of the railing on the second floor, whilst Uncle Spike was standing in the ballpit. Both of them had their robes on with their lightsabers drawn.

"You underestimate my power!" Spike called, and a hoard of laughter erupted from everyone around. Mario dropped down a ladder, which definitely wasn't stable, and Spike began to climb up.

"Oh fuck- fuck, ANAKIN STAY BACK! BACK I SAY!" Spike began to chase Mario through the mall, before an epic lightsaber battle took place. The security couldn't even apprehend them, because they were laughing too hard.

Luigi laughed weakly as the video ended, though winced as it brought a stinging pain into his throat. His throat constantly felt like he had just accidentally swallowed a gulp of salt water.

How he wanted for everything to go back to normal. But he knew that even if Mario did rescue him, things would never be the same. Not even getting a dog, like he'd always wanted, could fix this.

His finger moved across his phone and before he knew it his finger was hovering over Mario's contact once again. He listened to the ringing of the phone, praying to God that Mario would answer this time.

"Uh- hello?" His heart lifted as he looked at the phone. Had he answered?! "Luigi- is it on? How the fuck do I turn it on? The vocmal thing. Yeah, that thing. Oh it is on? Uh, okay. If I missed your call it's either because you're not Weegee or I can't turn my phone on. I'll try to figure out how to get back to you. Okay, how do I turn it off?"

He faltered slightly, though he loved the memory of teaching him how to make a voicemail. But he wished he had actually answered the phone, then he could know if he was coming, how far away he was. If anything he'd just kill for Mario to tell him everything would be okay.

But that wasn't going to happen. He desperately wished that this would all be over, or that it'd be some sick dream that he just hadn't woken up from yet.

But it wasn't. Because he could feel the pain all over his body, he could feel the jolts of every single scrape and bruise littered across his skin. How much longer would he keep going on for?

He found he was questioning that more and more now.

With a small sigh, he went back to his photos app, and clicked on another video.

"Oh look at you! You look amazing." Pauline smiled behind the camera. Luigi posed proudly, before jumping up and down excitedly. Mario was in the hospital, so he was staying at Pauline's house. Spike was staying over with them as well. "You look like a little scientist."

She always knew the best things to say to him to make him smile. Luigi was about to reply, when all of a sudden he heard a grating voice from across the street.

"FLINT LOCKWOOD!"

He grinned as he looked across the street, a giggle erupting from his lips. Spike was stood across the street, dressed like Earl from Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs - it was one of Mario's favourite movies, so they all decided to dress as the characters to show him in hospital. It'd cheer him up.

Pauline had even dressed as Sam, and she HATED dressing up.

"Whatchu doing, Flint Lockwood?!" Spike asked as he ran over to him, doing the signature run, and getting in his face. Luigi tried to keep up the act as well as Spike was, but he just kept on giggling.

"You look silly." He laughed, poking his nose. Spike cracked a smile, before regaining his composure and frowning again.

"FLINT LOCKWOOD!"

Luigi screamed out a laugh and took off down the pavement, Spike chasing after him with a matching laugh. Pauline's giggles could be heard behind the phone, though he noticed a phrase she said. One he'd never heard before when watching the video.

"Oh Mario, what would we do without you?"

He remembered going to the hospital, sitting at Mario's bedside and reciting the tale of the day to him. Mario hadn't even been awake, the blow he took to his head leaving him unconscious for weeks.

His parents' attacks had been getting worse every time they did it. Luigi had always thought they were the main villains of his life.

He had been stupid to think that, really. Now he was at the hands of a beast, a beast who he didn't know if Mario was strong enough to fight.

Would he even see Mario again?

"Okay, okay. Remember though, the doctor said you can't put pressure on your ankle, Mario." Pauline's voice of reason came through the video as they entered the arcade. Mario waved his arm dismissively, enticing a laugh from Luigi.

"It was a recommendation, not an order." He insisted, before allowing himself to be pulled away by Spike. They always reverted back to being kids when in the arcade, and it was always hilarious to watch. "Besides, me and Spike got a date with dancing."

"Date, yes. Best way to word it. You two are practically married."

Spike pointed a joking finger at her, a teasing grin on his lips. "I may be aroace, but Mario's my soulmate." Luigi giggled and clapped his hands as Mario got down on one knee and pretended to propose to Spike randomly. He jumped up and down as his uncle wiped a fake tear and accepted the proposal.

"What are we gonna do with them, Lu?" Pauline asked him from behind the camera.

"Run away and take all the candy." Luigi suggested reasonably. He remembered the aftermath of that, Pauline bought out the entire sweetshop in the arcade. There were still sweets left in her closet to this day, and they had never let Mario or Spike have any of it.

"Let's celebrate our marriage."

"By dancing?"

"Fuck yeah, man!"

Mario and Spike, like little kids, ran towards the dance machine and inserted their coins, before absolutely getting into it. They certainly knew how to strut their stuff, their arms stretching out and their hips swaying.

Auntie Pauline had told him they always did that. Ever since they were teenagers, they'd always gone straight to the dance machines. He knew he was there for it, but he was a baby so he honestly couldn't remember it.

"Come on, Mario! You can do it!" Pauline cheered as Luigi jumped up and down excitedly. A song from the 80's was playing, Mario and Spike were into it. Even with a twisted ankle, Mario was still heaps above Spike in the points.

Not that they both weren't amazing at it.

The laughter still rang through his ears even as the video ended. Tears were streaming down his cheeks at this point, his head resting uncomfortably against the bars.

The sound of family felt bittersweet now.

The sound of his family.

He wanted to go home, go back to normal. He'd take a thousand kidnappings from his parents over this, because at least he knew there that Mario would always come and find him, without fail.

Now he didn't know where Mario was. He was alone, he didn't even have Spike or Pauline. Hell, he'd even give anything to see Gemma right now. Luigi just needed someone to hold onto, something, anything.

But nothing would come. No matter what, he'd still be trapped in this cage, hung above what was quite literally certain death with no way of escaping.

His head was burning, and not from the lava, but from the dread that had surged through his entire body.

He wasn't going home.

Was he?

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beezelbubbles · 1 year

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Following up on that reblog about asks.

You mentioned that you used to live in the valley. How long did you live here and what drew/pushed you away?

I was born and raised there. So of course I couldn't wait to get away for college, though I only made it to San Antonio. And then I went back for grad school at what was still UT Pan Am, and then away for 3 years for my husband's grad school and then directly back because that's where my husband happened to get a job. I haven't lived there in nine years, but I still say home when I'm talking about it. So I don't feel like I truly moved away until I was 30.

The Valley that existed when I was a teenager in the 90s is gone. Long gone. Like back then the big bookstore was a tiny Walden's at La Plaza mall. (And I spent so many hours there.) So a lot of why I wanted to leave isn't even relevant anymore. I just wanted out and I wanted more. It was also probably fueled by some internalized racism, but also the fear that despite being told I could do anything, I would go to Pan Am and then get my teaching certification, and then just teach there in the Valley and have the exact same life my parents did.

And at the time it was like culture? What culture? This is just home. Oh boy I had no idea. (But also in my defense we were SO small town back then. It was *only* our weirdo border culture. It did start getting better in my late 20s, but my mom was still pushing for me to stay there and teach.) Then raising my kid largely in the Midwest made it so hard to keep them in touch with our culture. It was all stuff I never had to think about. Mariachis, and folklorico, and all the stuff at the history museum my aunt would take me to and just hearing Spanish day to day... and that's all been on me. Before I left, I never had to think about being Mexican because it was all right there. I had to a little in college, because it is a very white school, but still proud of its place in San Antonio. But moving to Minnesota? Even though I am white latina, for the first time ever I was VERY aware I'm a minority, and in a way that didn't always feel safe. (Highly ironic as I got so so many instances of "Well at least you're safe now that you moved here." Like, one fuck you I never said we left because it was unsafe. Two fuck your confederate flag sticker. Do you even know what side Minnesota was on in that war? Three we literally have one of the lowest murder rates in the country.) And I responded to that by becoming more proud of my heritage and like aggressively latina. I worked on my Spanish (still lousy), and I learned to make all the foods I took for granted that I could just go out for. So I think that's what is always going to keep me in central and south Texas. It's safe and it's home and it's where my family is. (Dad's family has been out in Starr county since, from what I can tell, about the time Texas became Texas.)

So that was a very long winded way of saying Puro 956, but I needed to live somewhere else. Four hours away from my mom is also a bonus. I love her but... we need space. The dream is we win the lotto and move back and open a really nice theatre and get Broadway touring shows to come down because it is absolutely absurd that it is the fifth largest metroplex in Texas but there is no big theatre, and tickets will always be pay what you can, and we'll do special shows for all the high school kids. But I probably won't be moving back til that happens.

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debbiechanclub · 2 years

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Oh no. I dreamed about Mark last night. And it was a whole fucking saga??? Putting it behind a cut because typing this out ended up being longer than I expected.

So the premise was that Aussie Open and I were both going to some wedding and it was at a mall for some reason. Or maybe the wedding wasn't at the mall, but a lot of the dream took place at a mall, probably because AO was also wrestling at the mall. And there was this whole forbidden attraction vibe between Mark and me because I was also married in the dream and so obviously that would be cheating which I feel guilty about even now?? But the only thing that ended up happening was we held hands while sitting on a couch... in the mall 😂

But then after that was the wrestling show. And I wasn't gonna go to it because of the weirdness with Mark, but then I was like, fuck it, I'm going. But while I was sitting in the crowd waiting for it to start I started talking with the girl next to me and we got along really well, and she convinced me to leave and help her go get something from some house nearby?? Idk.

So the girl, some other chick, and I arrive at the house, and not long after we get there I realize there's something off about the situation. Like the girl is acting shady. And then all of sudden I hear someone else come in and I'm like, oh my God, this girl is trying to rob this house.

So we book it out to the car. Turns out this girl has a warrant out for her arrest, and now I'm on the fucking run with her. And I guess the car breaks down at some point because then suddenly the three of us are running from the cop on foot, and the cop is on horseback for some reason?? And I did a real shit job hiding so he found me, but I was let off basically scot-free after I explained the situation and told them everything I could about the girl. Oh and we were out Midwest somewhere because I remember trying to give the officer directions about where the girl had gone and I apologized because I wasn't from there. And after I was let go I said to myself, "I probably missed AO's match, Mark is gonna hate me" 😂😂😂

I think I did make it back to catch the end of their match but then either the dream ended or I woke up because I don't remember anything after that. But if you read this far, this has been Katie's Dream Diary. Hope you were entertained.

#the funny thing is I can think of IRL things that influenced every part of this #NOT the cheating part #just want to make that clear #and I'm pretty sure it being Mark instead of Kyle was fueled by my recent realization that Kris #my husband for those who may not know #seriously looks like he could be Mark's brother #anyway like I said #this has been Katie's Dream Diary thanks for reading

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perkwunos · 2 years

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I’ve been having vivid dreams, which I’ve only just started to remember and write down. Here is one from a few nights ago:

In my dream I was at school with a friend. A professor came up to us and told us that a zoom talk we referenced and criticized in a canvas discussion page never actually got to happen. Meaning, she knew we completely BS’d our discussions. She took it in good spirits but we were both ashamed.

Later we were in a parking lot, in his car, when I spotted a bear nearby. I anxiously told him to make sure the doors and windows were closed and locked but he wasn’t responding. I noticed a bear’s snout start to poke through a small hole somewhere in the car’s ceiling above me, but then it started to descend further and further until it was almost touching me. I got out of the car and ran away, climbing over some trash.

It seemed like I was inside a warehouse, walking by stacks of boxes and furniture.There were cops screaming and pinning people down, saying they’re looking for someone. They did not bother me, however, and I was able to keep walking. Eventually I turned back in the direction to the parking lot, but many people were setting up tables, chairs, other random objects to block the way so that I had to climb over them.

The next night I would have this dream:

In my dream I was back in Mexico City. I was with my family eating at a Chinese restaurant, and people from high school were working as waiters there. I looked out a window and thought I saw UNAM (the big university’s) library, but checking google maps it not only didn’t seem to be it, but I couldn’t find anything on the map that resembled what I was looking at. Later I was walking around the streets still in Mexico City, alone, and trying to look up on google maps where UNAM’s campus was. It seemed very far from where I was, too far to walk, so I gave up on that. I noticed I passed by a red headed American woman (or at least, someone talking in American English), and then I stopped by a fountain where a blonde woman put her face into the fountain’s water and seemed to drink from it; I was put off by this unhygienic act. Now the perspective in my dream altered somewhat, and it was like I was looking at the selfies of this blonde woman—who had an Instagram model kind of look—that she’d taken in different parts of Mexico City. Things started to be narrated by another man, and we ended up in what looked to be an indoor mall where he met up with another guy, as they talked about how this mall visually demonstrated the set of all possible geometrical objects.

The figure of the absent university library is curious, and then there’s the underworld-like role of the warehouse and mall--places of commodities and capital--which both these dreams terminate in, although in the former it is outwardly violent while in the latter there is the promise of what is on the face of it infinite knowledge.

I just recently started a full-time job, and now every morning on my way there I walk by an old, enchanted-looking house. There is some type of fortune telling machine on the porch, next to a witch’s broom, and then painted on the fence nearby is what looks to be a fairy queen: a pale, purple-red-haired woman with a silver crown studded with jewels, holding a sign that says “caer sidhe” (which, as far as I can tell, is combining a Welsh and an Irish word together). The only living thing I’ve seen at that house is a cat, who will meow a lot at me as I pass by but runs away if I stop to pet it. I think constant contact with this fairy house has been making me dream.

This past week, on the evening of the autumnal equinox it suddenly started pouring rain and dropped 10 degrees (F) in a matter of minutes. Since then it’s been significantly cooler, so that it really does feel like fall got ushered in all at once. Walking back home from work Friday evening the air was crisp and slightly chill, but the sun was still out strong, the foliage still mostly green but with accents of brown and red, and there was something like nostalgia in the air; I started thinking about the ‘90s.

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princesslucky · 1 year

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Yesterday I had a dream of a perfect movie concept. There was this woman that had just been left by the man she loved and the atmosphere was extremely heavy and sad and dark and she was listening to "the other woman" by Lana del Rey and there were images of her in her dark living room and taking off her make up while crying and always looking sad and melancholic and heart broken. And then she was coming back home from work but when the metro stopped and she stepped out, all sad and miserable, 2 very masculine and rough looking women were fist fighting, but it looked like something out of a marvel movie and somehow she got in the middle of that fight and had to help one of the women and then she was forced to join a cult or something because "she knew too much" after witnessing this fight and they took her somewhere that looked like an abandoned mall but much cooler and darker and full of graffiti and there were women training and fighting each other and punching things. And they all looked very rough and tough and strong and sweaty and dirty and messy and masculine and stuff, while she looked like these women from the dark feminine aesthetic in TikTok, with black high heels and dark red lipstick and some women there were teasing her about it and calling her princess and someone asked her who tf brought her here and told her this is not the place for bimbos or sth. And she was offended and started arguing back and telling her to fuck off and the woman she helped earlier was watching from the corner of the room smirking, impressed. And at first she was so weirded out by this life style but she probably realized that it was the first time she spent more than 3 hours without thinking about the man that broke her heart so she got attached to this place and later someone told her she had to go on a mission and she got kind of excited but they told her she had to seduce a man and she got offended by that because after spending time with the women in there looking at the things they're capable of she thought she could also be more than eye candy, and she refused and started training and she also fell in love with the woman she saved. I don't remember how that happened but I remember them flirting next to a broken truck and they kissed. That was the most feminist dream I've ever had. My friend woke me up for breakfast and I almost threw my pillow at her because I wanted to know how it ends.

#vent #dream #feminism lol

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leafweaverryn · 2 years

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*lugs in a very big shitty pot* okay, so i needed something to work on today because my brain was having a hard time focusing on the thing i should have been working on. i asked a couple friends for prompt ideas, and one of them has been on a revolutionary girl utena binge, so he said "utena au" while another friend said "make it lilanette".

so here we are. a very shitty pot. i am dumping and jumping, probably never coming back to this pot. there are notes at the bottom of stuff i was going to include, but didn't get to. be warned, it's been years since i consumed any utena content, so the lore is going to be baaaad

without further ado...

cw - lilanette, Lila Rossi, bad utena au, lots of cussing, and lots of lesbian thoughts

Only one thing made the school gossip about more than they do over who has the rose bride.

Transfer students were rare, short-lived, and were talked about more than the yearly newbloods. At least the academy freshmen knew what they were getting into; transfers seldom did. Their innocence, their ignorance of the carnivorous academia aws always something to behold, and bets were often placed on how long before the transfers ran or died. Underclassmen would race to be the first to meet them; upperclassmen knew it was only a matter of time.

When Marinette saw her first, the upperclassman felt… curious. Not hopeful or pity as she normally did, but curious, as if she had found a stray little glass animal, a missing part of a larger set yet to be discovered and collected. Originally, she had been taking papers between teachers, but seeing her made Marinette change her path, go out of her way for a closer look.

As if something tied to her breast was pulling her.

The transfer wasn’t in uniform yet. She was tall, but her platform boots could be the culprit for that, rather than the natural length of her legs. Her limbs, however, were slender and willowy, and she had a strut like a model, as if she knew she was being admired. Marinette kept her distance, and when the transfer stepped into an elevator, turning the interior red with her hair and clothes, the upperclassman didn’t try to follow.

Instead, she leaned on the bannister and watched the transfer ascend to the dorms. Shaking her head, Marinette walked away, writing off the encounter and dismissing it from her memory.

Someone else can have the bragging rights of meeting her first…

She already has a target on her back…

Meeting me would just give the others a reason to pull the trigger.

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If Lila was sure of anything, it was that this is the weirdest fucking university I’ve attended yet!

For one, it was a castle and a city, self-sustaining and closed off from the rest of the world like a dream. That she didn’t mind. What woman didn’t want to live in a castle? Her only regret was that she didn’t have the luggage space to pack all of her gowns and dresses, but surely there’s a mall here somewhere! This place has everything else. Garden, dining hall, ballrooms, a labyrinthian library… The dorms were also very nice, as one would expect from a castle-city-school, with every student from the lowly freshmen to the higher echelon in doctorate programs had their own room, as spacious and well furnished as a small apartment. Lila was not one who enjoyed sharing, regardless if it were a pencil or shower.

She had no complaints about the uniforms either. The dress code was lax in its terms, allowing her to mix and match pieces so long as she was consistent and wearing the university’s rose emblem. For her day-to-day uniform, Lila opted for a red jacket with black detailing and lacy trim, and a matching red pleated skirt. Her usual platforms were restricted to only after-class hours and weekends, leaving her feeling shorter in the standard flats. There were no rules for hair color or styling, which she saw some of her classmates took advantage of with a small handful who dyed theirs. Her wearing of the uniform turned heads in the halls, though that could also be because I’m so beautiful, she thought with a flick of her hair and a smile.

The classes were standard fare, with a few eccentric electives and unusual programs in the listings, but she’d arranged her class schedule so that she was able to have a few free hours after breakfast and around lunch. She was halfway to her third major graduate degree, and the extracurriculars sounded like a fun little challenge that she signed up to a few without really thinking very hard about what they were.

No, what struck Lila as the most weird thing about her new university was the student body itself.

Never, in any of her years going to college, university, grad school, whatever, had she been to a place where a dozen or so of her classmates were armed with swords!

At first, when she saw one young woman with a katana, Lila didn’t care. She shrugged it off as a weirdo being a weirdo who only got away with it because who bullies a woman with a live-steel katana, no thank you. But then she saw a pair of blonds with rapiers, and a pair of goths with pirate sabres, and annoyance bubbled and seethed to the surface, barely caught before she could whine to the nearest professor, “Why do they get swords?! I want a sword! Why can’t I have a sword?!”

Day one, Lila had a mission.

Usually it was to find the head bitch in charge of the student social ladder and go straight for the kidneys, or clitoris depending on how the bitch in question swung, but the moment Lila stepped into the castle, even before she put on the uniform and got lost in the sea of bodies between classes, she knew that here, the game was different.

Very different.

Perhaps even… a little dangerous.

She squealed at the thought.

Her mission to start was reconnaissance. Observation. Gather information to fill in the blanks she came in with. Lila didn’t like not knowing anything, but even she was willing to admit that she was at a disadvantage. So against her usual methods, she instead laid low and let the information come to her.

The first opportunity presented itself during afternoon break that same day.

Lila was one of the first to arrive at the cafeteria, getting a cup of tea, a light cucumber sandwich, and a couple of macarons before she took her seat at a corner table where she could watch the door, her back to the wall. She was also very obvious, in a place where she herself could be seen; she wanted the others to see her, so she could judge them appropriately.

And it was very obvious what the other students thought of her.

Each and every one of them would pause, look at her, then scuttle away, whispering between one another. They would look at her again and again, but were never brave enough to approach her directly.

She bit back a scowl as she sipped her tea.

I’m an animal at a zoo, Lila thought darkly. Something to be stared at and whispered about to her face, as if she can’t understand. Peasants. Go on and whisper. Say what you will. As soon as my claws are sharp enough, I’m breaking out of my cage and clawing my place to where I belong at the top, queen of this antique jungle.

But no sooner had the thought finished did a classmate approach her table. Lila assessed her in a flash. There was an edge to the blonde, one that made Lila want to lick her fangs and grin. The fact she was wearing the sleek jacket and pants version of the school uniform only added to her regal presence. Her jacket was gold satin that shimmered when she moved, and her golden hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. This was one of the armed students, with a silver rapier at her hip. Behind her, a red-head in the standard puffy sleeves and skirt uniform and buggy-eyed glasses hid in her lady’s shadow.

The golden blonde smiled as sweetly as honey laced with venom.

“Oh!” she chirped. “You must be the new transfer!”

No shit, Sherlock. Lila smiled. “I am.”

She clapped excitedly. “Oh wonderful! Why don’t you join me at my table? The view is much better.”

“I’d be delighted!”

Lila stood, but when she reached for her tray, the blonde stopped her, “No no no, don’t worry about that!” Her pretty blue eyes went to the plain young woman beside her as she clapped her hands again. “Bibi, get her tray.”

Without a sound, the plain spectacled woman picked up Lila’s tray. The blonde giggled and offered her elbow, which Lila accepted without hesitation. As if they were a couple at a promenade, the blonde took her time in leading Lila through the bustling cafeteria.

“So what is your name, pretty ruby?” the blond asked, side-eyeing the woman on her arm.

She framed her face and gestured as she answered, “I am Countess Lilaousia de Francesca Emelia Catharine Rossi the Third…” Her hand slid along the blonde’s arm in her hold. “But I will let you call me Lila.”

“Mmm, never heard of you,” purred the blonde. “But then again, I’ve never been to Spain.”

“Italy,” Lila corrected.

“Whatever.”

Bitch.

The blonde led her to a table on a dias that did admittedly have a better view of the cafeteria. There were three other tables on the raised platform, all unoccupied. Quickly, the plain woman scurred to set Lila’s tray down, careful not to jostle the contents, then pulled out a chair for the blonde and one for Lila.

As she sat, the blonde continued, “I am Chloe, and this,” she gestured to the bug-eyed woman, “is my Sabrina. You can talk to her as you see fit, but you can only use her as a servant when I’m around.”

Lila’s eyes glittered in interest as she sat, looking between them. “The underclassmen serve the upperclassmen here? How fascinating.”

“No.” The word cut hard, and Chloe narrowed her eyes on Lila. “Bibi is mine because I won her. Simple as that. If you want your classmates to serve you, you have to earn it.”

She only smiled, mentally noting the other woman’s defensiveness. Like herself, Chloe was not a woman who enjoyed sharing. At first thought, the idea of “owning” her fellow classmates was boring, but the more Lila chewed on the idea…

There was one pretty little thing Lila had seen on her way to the dorms earlier. Short, slender, ebony hair… Lila was disappointed that she didn’t get to see the young woman’s eyes, but her body, in the puffy sleeves and uniform skirt, left little to be desired, save that the clothes were removed to give her imagination a break.

The “pretty ruby” gestured vaguely at Chloe with her teaspoon. “Is that what the sword thing is all about? So you and the others can fight over your classmates and collect them like trading cards? I do wonder, is there a weekly swap day? How do you rank your little prizes? I hope it’s not by how many you have, because if Miss Bibi is your only one, I have to wonder at your skills when it comes to… penetration.”

At Chloe’s elbow, Sabrina blushed and snickered, but went silent at a glare.

“Yes and no,” Chloe hummed to her tea. “Some do, and I’d suggest you learn how to mind that tongue of yours, since you are also fair game… But the prize, the true prize is the rose bride.”

“I beg your pardon… Whomst?”

~~~

edit: oh god i made another one

#ryn writes #shitty pot #miraculous ladybug #lila rossi #marinette dupain cheng #chloe bourgeois #lilanette

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nightcall99 · 8 days

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Dreams from 15.9.24

Dream 1: A student asked me what I thought about my job. I struggled to answer her because I can see everything now and didn't know how to express how my I felt. All she wanted to know was what I felt about pharmacy in general but I couldn't fake some NPC answer. I went on about nothing for awhile, I basically gave an answer that didn't mean anything at all and I don't think she even noticed. MN and another student were there too. It felt weird and empty. I kept feeling bad like I didn’t answer her question satisfactorily.

Dream 2: I was in the cinema sitting in the audience. It was totally dark, like pitch black. A film was about to start. I had my bag on the seat that was to the right. People were still coming in and getting to their seats and I didn't want someone to accidentally sit on top of my bad. I hesitated since I knew that holding my bag would detract from my viewing experience a bit. I did grab the bag in the end, and held it on my person.

Dream 3: I was with AL. We were hanging out in a shopping mall. Just passing time, I guess. I was waiting for some food. Were we about to watch a film? Yes. An anime film. It was a very small cinema, like an indie one that only shows anime.

Dream 4: I just arrived at the train station, the one that was closest to school. School starts at 9am, it must have been about 8am. I had to get ready for class. I hadn't even washed my face yet but before getting ready, I wanted to go grab a coffee. I met up with someone who I think was my girlfriend. I think hey had just arrived too (it's some random person who I don't know but I keep thinking this figure is a stand in for AL). There was a coffee shop near the station which we went to. It seemed a bit busy and didn't look so good, I mean train station cafes are hardly ever good. My next door neighbour was there being horrible to the workers. They must have misplaced her coffee and she was yelling, saying she refused to pay for another one because the coffee here is trash. We walked past this place, opting to go somewhere else. I saw another cafe place nearby but that place didn't seem good enough to me. I set my sights on something that could possibly be down the street, thinking back to my memory if there was something better available around the corner. I didn't think so. I took my girlfriend's hand in mine and we took a walk anyhow.

I spotted a new little shop behind a fence. It looked hipster, just my stye and I thought we should try it. I wanted to wash my face first (I guess, get a head start on getting 'ready') at the drinking fountain but that would mean that we would have to walk a little further and it'd take longer to get our coffees so I decided we would just get the coffee first. I started chatting to my girlfriend. I was trying to talk to her about my dreams about the New Earth. I wanted to tell her that there is a different, better Earth out there but I'm not sure she understood. The she says she has dreams about a different Earth too. I think she knew too but not to the extent that I did. I also told her that I have dreams where we are overseas, in a different country. I said, I had a dream we went somewhere but it was just for a few days. She seemed interested by this. We must have been walking the path back to the train station. I saw metal fences on either side of us. Then out of nowhere, something happened. Like a meteor or a bomb hit, I dunno what. AL or whoever, turned in a man. She let go of my hand and turned into a male, rolled into a ball and almost somersaulted to safety. I just kind of stood there, unfeeling, while the calamity was happening. I felt more stunned than anything that all of sudden we had been holding hands and she went off within a split-second, looking out for herself like that. What about me?

Dream 5: I was in bed. I had woken up. I heard voices coming from my phone. Your voices, from the group. Someone was saying something in response to something CA had posted, or like a voice message. Something like, Oh that'll change things, and making comments at how big it was etc. I reached for my phone. Seems like there was a group video call happening and that's how I could hear everyone's voices. I went into the TG app but but looking at the app your automatically dial in to join the phone call but I hadn't wanted to do that. I exited out and this happened a couple of times. I just wanted to read the chat like normal, not do a video call. Idk why the app was doing this.

It seemed like you guys were all together. I could see everyone in a room hanging out it felt like it was happening in a different country. Maybe y'all were on holiday together or whatever it was, you were enjoying each other's company. For some reason it felt like I couldn’t reach you guys anymore. Things felt different. I kept trying to access the previous messages it's like they had all disappeared. There wasn't even any option to view them. I did find the messages eventually but it was set up weird like on an excel spreadsheet. The font was really small and you had to drag the cursor sideways to read the convo. Mort was talking about some pharmacy stuff and it felt like everyone else was just saying NPC stuff. I was kinda freaking out because I felt that I couldn't reach you guys anymore. I didn’t know how to contact you in the way that we had been doing before. I felt alone.

I just wanted to know what had happened. Was there an update that caused this? Then I was flipping through something, like a magazine. But also it was a conversation that had been happening between everyone. Not just people in the group, but people we didn't know but were still in our 'group' per se, on the same journey or whatever. Someone was talkin about the suburb where I live and work. They were talking a particular bean salad they used to buy. I wanted to respond to them. I wanted to say Oh! I used to frequent King George's too and got that exact salad too. I wanted to connect. Who was it? It was girl. Around my age. Her name was Kirsten or Kristen something and the surname was like Weir. There was an article about her in the magazine, full colour and gloss, her smiling face. The article, was the conversation. She was in our group and lived in my suburb. I had never known it, never seen her before. She seemed like an NPC from the outsider's perspective. I realised I must have served her at work once or twice because the name was oddly familiar. I wanted to contact her, know her. I thought we could be friends perhaps. Then I saw that a bunch of people were talking about my suburb, even Mort, as if they knew where it was or knew everything about it like I did. They were making comments in a sentimental tone like "Good old ____"

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panoptiblond · 17 days

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I had a weird dream last night that involves first Krista and then Daren and I’m wondering if my brain was trying to comfort me with them but honestly they were pretty shitty.

In my dream i saw Krista at the mall and i first awkwardly did a quick wave bc i was with my mom (and my pants were ripped which i feel like added to how i felt at the time) but then I went back and found her and i said hey if you want to talk, you can call me. She said “why would i want to do that?” And then i was like okay fine. And i turned and left. But i felt her following me. And then i turned around and said “why are you following me? I’m leaving you alone. This is what you wanted right?” And she said “you’re a monster.”

That was the worst one. Daren’s was just confusing. He was driving us to my house in Hayward and then he took a wrong turn. And then bc he brought us somewhere i had never been, i didn’t know where we were. I thought maybe i should drive. The doors were broken and he was acting really odd, like he was not responding but not angry…just like hollowed out or something. Then we went in one of those roads that scare the hell out of me- the ones where your tires on one side are almost hanging off the side of the road (and that side is a cliff) and i said, okay please let me drive I think i know how to get out. But he kept driving and then we pulled up to some place that felt like a church with a whole bunch of people and cars and the parking lot. The back was open and the doors were open /broken so these teens started getting in the car. They seemed like queer youth that weren’t welcome there. I finally convinced Daren to let me drive and really really painfully and slowly backed out on the road we came in. The teens were in the car still but they started kind of getting out and casually being around us when we got to a fork in the road. That’s all i can remember.

Maybe it’s me trying to tell me that Daren was asleep at the wheel or something. That i did what i had to do and why should anything be different. That feels sort of right but in this empty way, like nothing matters. Idk have to go to work now

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protokirby · 7 months

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Had a dream play out like some kind of bizarre fanfiction. That's my favorite kind of dream.

In my dream, there was a huge made up pokemon region. There was a mystical mountain- anyone who set foot on the mountain magically looked like the opposite gender until they left the mountain.

Characters from several different regions were there and weird stuff happened that led me to the conclusion that the brain goblins who control my dreams did a little bit of AU-ing too hard. For instance, Drayton was Giovanni's son in this dream and Silver's brother. (If Giovanni was Drayden's son, dude probably wouldn't be an evil mafia boss so I would assume Drayden doesn't exist in that dream world. Unless he's also a villain guy in this dream world.)

Anyhoo, Hop was climbing the mountain and he looked like a girl when he was on it, as is what happens on that mountain. The mountain had stairs and there were random torii gates. When Hop reached a building on the top of the mountain, the four team rocket executives were there playing some party game. Hop joined the party game and became really good friends with Proton. Rika was also there and she barely looked any different at all as a man.

There was no blueberry academy in this dream au. Any character that goes to a school went to one big one at the center of the region. Drayton was friends with the other league club members. He kept it secret that his dad is the boss of team rocket.

Giovanni was a good dad in this dream au. He took Silver and Drayton to the mall for some fun. Giovanni didn't put on a disguise or anything because everyone was too scared of him to call law enforcement.

Drayton saw his friends and didn't want his friends to be afraid of him because of Giovanni so he quietly slipped away to go hang out with them.

Except his friends, (I think it was Lacey and Amarys there but I don't remember) heard Giovanni and Silver calling for him. One of his friends said "You're Giovanni's son?!" and Drayton ran away before anyone could do anything else. His friends went looking for him and for some reason there was just a cliff there that they assumed he jumped off of and started crying but he was actually riding on some flying pokemon??

Once Drayton realized they didn't hate him, he called his two friends from above on the pokemon he was riding. His two friends looked up and felt kind of stupid for jumping to a dark conclusion immediately. So they had a conversation about Giovanni and all that and Giovanni got introduced to Drayton's friends, who were very scared to be near Giovanni but less scared because Drayton would guarantee them safety from team rocket.

There was an eerie place somewhere in the dream where someone just kept saying "power snow is weird" and teleporting around in an odd ghostly way.

One more thing I remember from this dream is that one of Drayton's pokemon was a muk except it was a bright orange colored muk. It had a nickname too. (Afflicted Puddle). That nickname made me laugh so hard I woke up

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invincible-selfxmade-punk · 9 months

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Dreams 12/27/23

I think my dreams were trying to one up each other the last couple of nights. Night before last I dreamed about Kenny Omega. Last night I dreamed My Chemical Romance was in my room.

They had somehow come to visit me in my old house that I grew up in. And I have no idea why. Guess I had won some contest. And I was unbelievably attracted to Ray and the dream. I mean I think Ray is a good looking guy but you know, with all the other guys there, he would not be my first choice. But he was in the dream.

But it wasn't just me there was somebody else there. Sometimes it was an ex-best friend and sometimes I don't know who it was but it was definitely another girl. She was doing all the talking. And this was fine because I felt really awkward and I had no idea what to say but I didn't want them to think that she was a bigger fan than I was or that I had no interest in the group.

It all took place in my old bedroom which had parts of my room that I had not thought about any years. They came by several times over a few days. I was not the age I am now but I'm not sure how old I was maybe late teens very early twenties.

At one point me and my ex friend was hanging out and she took her shirt off and she had this tattoo across her stomach of a Chinese flag that said fuck America across it in bright yellow letters. It looked like it was painted on, it was very shiny.

My dad was there on and off, and the house was falling apart, especially the bathroom. In the bathroom the toilet was not working and I guess I needed to go to the bathroom in real life because of the dream I kept trying to find somewhere else that I could use the bathroom, like out in the garage or outside or something.

But at some point in the dream I remembered that I had written an essay on the Black Parade, at one time I was going to send it to Gerard Way. So suddenly they're all there and I'm thinking I need to find the essay but I could not remember where it was or even if I still had the access to where I had it on the computer.

That dissolves into one of my recurring dreams of being trapped at the mall without a way to get home and without a phone. I was going around to all the different food stands and some of the food stamps were really really strange. Life is one what look like tortillas but they all had pictures painted on them. I keep looking for someone who would give me something for free because I had no money with me.

#dreams #mcr #dad #old house

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liminaldreamscape · 11 months

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Night of November 11, 2023

The dream took place inside a mall that was also a hotel. I was with various groups of people for the entirety of the dream. It was as if we had all gathered here for something.

In the dream, I was going to propose to one of two people: Gwen or someone who was perhaps a minor celebrity of some kind. Everyone was excited for the prospect of me proposing to the latter, but I was secretly sad about that because I wanted to propose to Gwen. I was with the celebrity with the intent to propose, but didn't end up doing it.

I'm not sure how I got to this next part of the dream, but I was waiting to be picked up by a group of folks. While I was waiting, Dare commented on the pants I was wearing, which were the blue pants I own with white geometric patterning. She said the pants made me look like a marshmallow. I asked fae if I should change and fae said yes.

At this point, the car of folks picking me up arrived and, at the same time, Alyssa brought me something — perhaps food? — that I had been waiting for. I asked the car to wait and rushed over to get a brown paper bag from Alyssa. I never opened this bag during the rest of my dream and, in fact, didn't even seem to have it on my person.

I went back to the area supposedly near my hotel room to change and Val came to check up on me after the failed proposal.

Again, I'm not sure how I got to this next part of the dream, but I was suddenly with a group of people sans Val and I was talking to a person who was leading us to their hotel room. The person was explaining to me, rather matter-of-factly, that if Death was working with the shadow entities around me, then it's a straightforward kill and there's nothing we can do. They also explained that if Death isn't working with the shadow entities, then we shouldn't delay and should head to this other place. As the person was explaining this to me, I mentally concluded that the logical thing to do was to go to this other place, which was somewhere I was already going to as is. I began to get a little frustrated that this person was delaying us despite what was, to me, an obvious course of action.

The person opened the door to their hotel room, which was dark. Inside the room, I caught a glimpse of Death walking into an adjacent room. Death looked like its classical image of a hooded figure with a scythe. I started screaming in horror and scrambled onto the bed. Once again, I caught a glimpse of Death in the bathroom, moving out of view. I continued to scream.

I then saw, in plain view, a tall and skinny figure move from the bathroom into the closet. It passed the bed as it travelled. I'm unsure if this figure was Death or something else. As I continued to scream, I went to open the closet door. Instead of the figure, I found a member of our group, a tall and skinny man, inside the closet. I screamed and shook him, confused. He didn't seem fazed by this. Instead, he smiled and laughed, confused at my horror.

In fact, no one else in the room seemed to react at all to me. It seems that no one else had seen what I had seen and they almost politely ignored my horrified screaming.

& then I woke up.

#dream

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expfcultragreen · 1 year

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I dreamed my gf brought me to a morgue run by some silly guy she knew, i guess because she wanted to eat parts of the corpses, but when we got there all these formaldehyde mummies jumped up and attacked her. I took off like a shot, full bat out of hell. Did not even think of sticking around. They chased me but were far behind. I made it thru and out of the building, and outside it was brentwood elementary at night. I crossed paths with a librarian who was also on the run from the zombies. Later tho like the next day i saw my gf standing in a doorway and ran over to her, she had all these super huge tumorous growths where she'd been bitten but she seemed otherwise fine. It turned out tho that she had amnesia going back to before she came out so she thought she was a 20 year old guy and i was like...."do you still want to be married to me?" and she was like sure/of course, and held my hand, and i was so happy she was alive.

Later i dreamed that i was staying with nix in one of those victorian style townhouse punkhouses i often dream about. Various things i dont remember happened, we were in and out of bars/dead malls below the city....some guy from the community decided to do a kind of townhall event on punk masculinity and wanted me involved. So i went but while i was there my ex bf from hs had the mic and gave this impassioned multimedia presentation about how masculinity is about scratching your balls, then he brought out this tiny hologram man projected by a weird old m*a*s*h* fanseries novel, and he ranted about how china had to colonize africa because economic exploitation is how you prove youre a man or something. So then i was screaming at my ex about how finding one or more poc who've internalize white supremacist ideology doesnt make your perspective woke, and how masculinity is a concept that doesnt actually conflate neatly with cissexist codas of maleness.

Later i was taking off a tshirt from that event, somewhere that was an amalgam of places my parents have lived. I was wearing several other shirts under it but couldnt see what was on them. They were all sort of stuck together. Suddenly my dad was in the room doing something on a ladder, like i just hadnt noticed him before while i struggled with the shirt. He said something nasty and suggestive about giving me something long and hard so i said i hoped he didnt fall off the ladder, sarcastically and he changed the topic to "future lobbyists" hanging mildew traps in their townhouse windows and him having to go and take them all down. I was like, youre admitting the people youre griefing are "future lobbyists"? There was this trend of hanging small canvases of abstract colormashes from strings in ones window but the roofs all leaked and the strings would collect moisture and the canvases DID all have mildew but having them wasnt illegal and presumably having some dude show up and insist that the problem was you being too lazy to do it yourself and that he's there to perform a public service...was kind of not looked kindly upon. But i quickly moved on to trying to gather the things i needed to leave and get the bus for uni. I kept juggling phones etc, throwing pens into pockets bla bla. Then i was walking in brentwood on an overcast day and i was like wtf i dont remember walking here, i must have been fully dissociated the whole walk. Then i ran across the street to a bus stop. I waa thinking hard about whether i could put half my fare on my inactive student card and pay half in change, or, if that didnt work (why WOULD it) then basically crying to the bus driver about being confused. Then i woke up.

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another dream post compiled from discord

ignore this lol i just like to have them all under one convenient tag...

i had an extremely detailed and vivid dream right before i woke up this morning, and for once i woke up AFTER it finished rather than in the middle... so ofc now i can only remember a few random bits

like the possibly-magical rose hips this dude got from another world

and my tattoo sleeves which had been hidden via magic and when some kind of potion was poured over my arms they all came back

and also my cousin and i wanted to go to the beach alone but i guess we couldn't?

and at the end, when the "adventure" was over, i was packing all my stuff into plastic bins to take home and i had so many i didn't think my dad could fit them all into the car...

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anyway i also had this delightful little dream where i took a train home from my old elementary school? like there was a station there... the entire school looked bizarre, but dream-me rationalized that as 'oh, i haven't been here since i was 12 and they've added onto it since then, i shall allow Lauren to guide me since she has younger siblings who went here post-renovation'. so we walked through the halls and to the station on the far side of the school. we had to wait for train 398 - there was another that came before it, but according to Lauren (a childhood friend who lived around the corner from me) that one didn't stop anywhere near our houses. mind you, i think our train stopped somewhere near the library, which is further from our houses than the school... but whatever. we let the first train pass and got on the second. sort of. mostly we clung to these poles on the outside and stood on the steps like it was some kind of trolley. i dimly remember thinking this was dangerous but not really caring lol. then the next day i took the train home alone and was very proud of myself, although i think i might've left something on it. there was also some later bit where i was in class at that same school and i'd been absent the previous day, so my teacher had moved my desk somewhere weird? he told me to move it back if i could, and it wasn't heavy so i could lift it and put it in place easily... idk. the end.

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hate it when i have interesting dreams but only remember snippets of them!! in one i was involved with some huge battle to decide the future of humanity or something world-changing like that... and it took place in a shopping mall for some reason. in another i was a boy named Nim who was sixth of eleven children - or, as he put it, "five on each side" making him the true middle child of the family, lol. they lived on this big wooded lot somewhere in Hawaii, apparently... most of his siblings also had weird Dweep names (there were two boys named Zolt and Melk) but some got away with normal ones, like the brother just older than him who was called Liam. last dream, my family had moved into a new house somewhere. we went to eat at this nearby restaurant several times and my brother and i kept inexplicably taking a table that these two older men liked? sometimes they'd sit with us anyway and we'd just ignore one another?? but then one time my grandparents (including my long-dead maternal grandmother lol) came too and some of them sat with us and suddenly the men were super chatty and nice and fatherly, it was weird. then we went back home and i showed my mother how much the lighting in my bathroom sucked, but at least the view from the windows in my bedroom was GORGEOUS - one faced a bunch of fields and rolling hills, the other looked out towards the ocean. i wanted to get some pictures or like a short video panorama to show you. and then i woke up.

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i had the weirdest fucking dream early this morning, right before i woke up. i wish i could explain it but it really was an incoherent mess. highlights include me actually going to a party a girl i knew back in school was throwing, her living in a place in Oakdale called 'Halloween', sliding headfirst down a hilly street at extreme speeds and somehow being fine, some sort of music or vocal contest at my school kinda like NYSSMA but some people were treating it like a gala and brought champagne and shit, some OTHER kind of school competition where we'd designed mascots and stuff for our teams, the school itself looking half like my high school and half like a Target or grocery store, buying an insane amount of expensive merch for this contest featuring our weird mascots... god it was so bizarre

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meanwhile i remember two dreams... one was the typical "i need to go to school but i have so much stuff to pack i'm running late" dream. in the other i was in this little town where a bunch of people i'd known as a kid lived... i went skateboarding with some of them, i think? i was bad at it lol. and one friend had a cool scrapbook of all the stuff our old friends had done since high school, which was a nice little "everyone's succeeding and achieving their dreams or at least LIVING and You Are Not", thanks a lot, subconscious. there was also this hotel called the "World Star" up atop this very steep little hill in the middle of town, which is funny because that exact same hill/hotel has shown up in my dreams from time to time and in this one i made a point to LOOK for it and there it was! it was a nice town though

it's ALWAYS atop that small but very steep hill

i've never been inside it but once or twice i've walked/biked up the driveway (which takes Effort because it's so steep lol)

i think this is the first time it's actually had a name!

thrilling development in my life

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dreamed my family and i were taking the cover off the aboveground pool at the old house and there was a cobra lurking in it. when we realized that we started ushering everyone (because there were a whole bunch of people there for some reason) inside, along with the cats who were inexplicably out. unfortunately the cobra followed us onto the deck and tried to get inside? since i hadn't made it in yet, i grabbed the snake behind the head, planning to toss it into the grass, but it twisted around just enough to bite my thumb. it also bit some random dude somehow. i kept holding it but now i was yelling for my mother to grab a knife and behead it, which she TRIED to do, but it took a really long time until she'd like... sawed through the snake enough that i could let go of it... it was gross lol. and then i was like "hm, should i actually worry about this bite? i know cobras are venomous but i don't feel much of anything. maybe my thumb is a little numb. skin looks sorta pink and swollen around the bite. eh, might as well pop over to the ER and make sure." so then i grabbed a tote bag from under my bed and started packing it in case i had to stay a day or two at the hospital - taking my phone and laptop and chargers and whatnot - and then woke up. honestly better than the previous night's "it's time to go to school but i haven't packed my bag yet and i have so much stuff it's taking forever to pack and i keep finding more stuff and i'm going to be late" dream.

The funny thing is I remember the other bitten dude being like “if it’s serious they might have to airlift you somewhere else” and I went “oh cool I’ve never ridden in a helicopter before! :D :D :D”

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good morning, i had a dream where i went to the dentist supposedly to have a tooth extracted, but we never actually got around to it... first i had to do some treatment that involved chewing what appeared to be a piece of red clay that was all gritty and sandy? and then the dentist and assistants were making sausage in the lobby and there was meat and casing everwhere??????

(Mary: ...now...hear me out on this...but i do feel like that's a huge red flag)

"dentist removed my broken tooth and also an unbroken arm. sent me home with some delicious sausages that gave my daughter a prion disease. 2/5 stars, dentist was very pleasant but i couldn't get past the mess in the lobby-slash-sausage-factory and also my daughter is terminally ill now."

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i had some rather bizarre dreams... one was a very weird little thing where my girlfriend (whoever she was) died of anaphylaxis after accidentally eating something she was allergic to. but that was just like, a premonition or something? so i was trying to prevent it??? except i failed to stop her from eating The Thing, so her mouth started getting super swollen and all - and also we had this dog who was sick i guess - and i immediately went to call 911 so hopefully we could get to the hospital in time. the 911 operator was basically like "lol sounds like nbd" when i told him about my girlfriend, so i told him about the dog too and he was like "oh okay, i'll send a helicopter to airlift you to the vet by the railroad." hung up like ?????? because i had no idea if he was serious... but then a helicopter landed outside? so i took the dog and my GF (who at some point along the line became my IRL cousin. wild.) onto the helicopter, thinking i'd call 911 again from the vet and maybe get someone who'd listen about my girlfriend-cousin's allergy. we make it to the vet, which looked more like a weird hostel or something, the dog is whisked away, and i'm about to call again when girlfriend-cousin is like "eh, i feel better, i'm just gonna go take a nap." and went to some little back room to do so. i was VERY confused and kept checking on her to make sure she was alive, and then woke up

also there was another part of the dream where i was back in my hometown, on a road supposedly near Vets Highway that definitely doesn't exist. i was riding my bike and took a shortcut through like... a video game store or a Best Buy or something??? idk why haha. but i wound up on a residential street where there were a TON of fruit trees. i saw a huge pear tree first, followed by a bunch of others, all loaded with fruit - several of them were like, banana and mango trees, which i'm pretty sure don't grow on LI but i didn't notice then lol. i was snapping pics with my phone, but i don't remember anything else

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k i had two dreams before i got up this morning... the second one was a really depressing dream about visiting an old university i'd supposedly been to at one point, so let's not. but the FIRST one? i went up to the Honda in Cocoa because i guess something had happened to my car and it was time to go pick it up. i get there and the guy's like "oh yeah, we had to do some body work but it's fine :)" and i was like :) and then... he shows me this tiny white car which is NOTHING like my actual car. and when i say tiny, i mean child-sized, like one of those battery-powered toy Jeeps kids can ride around in at 2 mph. i just shrugged and rolled with it lol. my dad texted me like "just got the bill and the repairs only cost $95 👍🏼" and i did not know how to explain what those repairs had done. so i get in this car and my legs do not fit. they literally dangle over the hood and almost to the ground. i had to sit on the BACK of the driver's seat in order to keep my legs in so i can work the brake pedal (the gas was controlled by this weird handle on the steering wheel??). there was no windshield or roof. it still accelerated like a normal car so i went "hm, not safe, whatever" and just hoped i didn't tip over or anything.

drove out onto the road. it was daytime at this point, but by the time i made it to the corner to get on route 1, it was like, midnight. didn't see anything wrong with this. car only gets to 40 mph max. i am getting passed a lot. finally decide maybe i should drive on the sidewalk for my own safety and immediately after that, the car slooooowed way down, then died completely. my childhood friend Lauren was there for some reason - we inspected the car a little and concluded it wasn't going anywhere. i said i was going to ask my dad for a ride and she didn't have to wait with me, she was like "...okay" but didn't seem too happy to leave because i was stranded in the middle of the night in a rough area, though i guess she did leave because poof, gone. just as i'm about to text my dad, a car pulls up behind me - it's my brother, who asks if i need a ride. he makes me remove my jacket and shoes first so i don't get his car dirty. his car is inexplicably really cluttered - he had a tea kettle on a burner in there and everything - but finally i was allowed to get in. we stuck my car in his trunk, lol, and that's when i woke up.

also at some point i was in this huge mall where i might have worked in the Hot Topic? not sure what that was all about... maybe connected to the university dream

the only bit of THAT dream which was funny was the part where i was in a dorm and elected to take a shower in this tub that was weirdly placed in the middle of a hallway, right next to the stairs. it was very inadequately hidden by two small shower curtains. people kept walking by and going "who are you and why are you in our shower????" while i'm just casually using all their hair products. or stealing them. literally walked out with a few.

and at the end one of the girls i met wrote me this little story and drew a picture based on some tale i'd told her earlier, and it was adorable and i was so happy i took a photo of it with the other girl's phone and sent it to my own so i could keep it

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god i just remembered the freaky-ass dream i had last night

where i was in some house vaguely resembling my old one and i glanced into another room and saw a man climbing in through the window

and i freaked out and ran to alert my brother, who was kinda going to help me but then... didn't really? and this dude's chasing me through the house, trying to hurt me, and i kept throwing things and hitting him and it wasn't slowing him down?? and at one point i managed to get away, went downstairs, and found my dad and brother. my dad was half-naked. not the half i would've preferred. anyway he was all concerned when i told him what was happening but when the guy showed up again he just... forgot?????? and didn't help me at all? so i gave up and got my hands on a knife and cut the dude's throat so deeply i almost severed his neck. no blood. it didn't kill him and he had what looked like layers of bacon and lettuce and tomato instead of bones and arteries and whatnot. my dad took a piece of tomato from his gaping-open throat and ate it. i think i willed myself awake at that point because what the fuck.

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i've been trying to explain the dream i had last night, but i'll be damned if i can actually put it into words. it started with a 'let's get the team together for a heist' scene which rapidly deteriorated into 'we're actually going to hunt a giant buffalo who killed my dad' and went downhill rapidly from there. the Google Maps screenshots... the weird side-trip into LotR where Legolas and Gimli were strolling through the woods... the main female character's Russian little sister also hanging out in the woods... building weird traps... finding out the New Guy we'd recruited had actually heisted something and was going to jail... except he didn't go to jail, he was just on house arrest... driving 75mph through a residential neighborhood... New Guy claiming his neighborhood was a slum but it was really gorgeous (though it may not have had electricity??)... the backwards mahjongg game... the $20,000 gold-encrusted piece of chocolate... the woman and Russian sister going on a Christian TV channel to promote watches... little sister hitting on the also-female TV presenter and casually flashing her boobs on live TV (she was like 13/14 so this was. weird)... something about Deadpool at the end and little sister getting an actual badass girlfriend... god it was a mess.

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right before i woke up this AM i had a dream where i was like... some kind of live-in babysitter or au pair for a family on an island in Canada? i was 18 - this was specifically mentioned - and i'd taken this job because of something to do with Pokemon. don't really remember the explanation. anyway the family was Mom, Dad, and a son around 7; he had a French name i don't recall. nice kid. their house was pretty but i don't remember that either. i just know they lived in a semi-suburban little area (there were also a bunch of really skinny townhouses) right on the edge of a forest. after we had dinner i said i was going to take a walk, and i followed this path that ran behind a bunch of other houses' backyards before curving off into the forest. kept thinking i should grab my phone and take pictures to send you, but i wanted to get some in the woods so i headed that way. right after you reached the forest, there was actually a clearing to one side where the local school was, this really gorgeous brick building... ofc just as i got there, a couple of cops kicked me and some other people walking around out of the forest, because apparently there'd been a murder?? idk i was really disappointed because i wanted to take pictures for you, but then i woke up

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can't remember much from last night's dream... my family lived in this little house and there was a sort of shaved ice or snowcone shop attached to it? i guess that was our business? only part i remember clearly was my brother and i sharing a bedroom and i left the window open one night and a guy climbed inside. i think he was planning to hurt or kidnap me but i started yelling and he escaped back out the window.

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weirdass dreams last night. one of them had something to do with Brambleclaw (he had a different name i don't recall - Leaf-something?? - but i still knew it was him) and i think StarClan was sending him shitty visions that made him have seizures. also dreamed there were a bunch of huge blisters on my left thigh and beneath the thin bubbly blister-bit was like, NOTHING. i could see straight down this HOLE in my leg at all the fat and muscle and shit. they stung really badly and i finally went to my ex-nurse mother and asked if i should be worried about this, but she was like "nah nbd". didn't believe her. thanks a lot for the help, mom

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had a fuckin... uncomfortable dream where i was on this hill that had a chairlift to get to all the houses for some reason. there was also a really nice park by a school - i went to the park and hung out for a bit, and apparently there was some event happening at the school at the same time, because when i left, there were a few cops directing traffic. one of them stopped me and asked if i had been at the school and if i lived around here. when i said no, just chilling in the park, he made me get out and pretty much grope-searched me?! for some reason he thought i'd gotten surgery to hide a gun under my skin and was suspicious of these "scars" i don't actually have???? it was really really weird... luckily i think eventually his partner told him to let me leave, i clearly didn't have a weapon...

didn't even MENTION the part where my dream-boyfriend and i were sleeping in a double bed and some rando aunt of mine inexplicably joined us and may or may not have died there??? dream-BF either made her go elsewhere or just. disposed of her body if she was dead lol, and in doing so spilled Oatmeal Square cereal all over my floor

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had boba tea in my dream!! got it from this little stand in the shopping center across the highway from my old house. shopping center actually exists, but the stand does not... anyway i was extremely nervous because i had no idea how/what to order, but eventually i got myself a black tea (in frappuccino/milkshake form) with boba! they were also pretty busy so the guy also forgot to charge me for it lol. i wanted to take a pic to send you, but it was taking FOREVER for my phone to focus because it was so dark - btw it was like 10pm - so i decided to walk to the other end of the shopping center where the McDonald's was, in search of better lighting. had to go that way anyway since i'd left my car in a parking lot further down the highway (WHY i did this involves the earlier part of the dream, which made 0 sense, so we'll skip it). the Chinese takeout place we used to get food from was still there, but now it was a freestanding restaurant; i was going to walk through there, but couldn't find the door out once i was inside. had to go back out the way i came. someone might've been held captive in there, not really sure. kept going along towards the well-lit McDonald's, drinking my tea... i think i woke up around then

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woke up this AM and fell back asleep and had a short but awesome dream... i guess my family had moved to another house and my new bedroom was HUGE. had gorgeous French doors leading outside and everything, plus this massive bathroom that had two separate tubs - one was just a regular if large bathtub, the other was a hot tub i think? and whoever had lived in the house before us must've left without taking everything, because their stuff was still all over my bedroom. i was sorting through my things and finding so much of theirs in the process... i tried on a dress that didn't fit... found a bunch of posters in a box beneath the bed... there were all sorts of unfamiliar books... also found photo albums in the wardrobe and i was about to check them out because i wanted to know WHO had lived here, but then my cousins arrived and i had to go hang out with them instead, and then i woke up

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had this dream where i was in the front/side yard of my old house (which didn't look very much like my old house, but whatev), digging up all kinds of Legos from the dirt?? like, i have no idea why they were there or who buried them, but there were TONS and i was digging them out, cleaning them off, and putting them in a bin. finally realized it was getting late, so i went inside to wash up... and then found out it was the night of my graduation from junior high (properly called the 'Moving Up Ceremony' lol). cue panic because we were SUPER late and i didn't have time to do anything but wash my hands. so we drove over to the school, which again looked nothing like my actual junior high, and my parents and brother went to the LGI to sit down while i met the rest of the 9th graders backstage. everyone's all dressed neatly and the girls have purses and whatnot; meanwhile, here i am in dirty denim shorts and a tank top, carrying an empty ziplock bag????? i was deeply self-conscious about this but nobody really seemed to care, or at least they didn't tell me about it lol. the ceremony started, but for some reason they decided to split it into two halves - sat through the first half, then we were dismissed for like an hour to go have a meal in this enormous cafeteria, then we'd have the other half and get our 'diplomas'. met up with the fam in the cafeteria, but i wasn't really hungry, so instead i went outside and found a friend of mine named Liam. fyi, Liam is an OC i made up for something once.

anyway, he'd come in a golf cart and we hopped inside and drove off along a path through a bunch of hills until we reached a HUGE stone building. inside was very dimly lit and the floor was just a giant mess of sand. bunch of other people were digging around - apparently there were TONS of archaeological artifacts buried in this place and everyone was finding stuff constantly. i was like "hell yeah, finally my Lego dig experience comes in handy" and started digging through the sand too. found a gold coin almost immediately, followed by a couple other random trinkets. i also found these two stone boxes that had to be EXPLODED open - i inexplicably had a bomb on me, and Liam had a lighter and offered to blow them open for me, but i was like "no, let's wait until we're done, we might find more of these boxes and i only have one bomb. also people might panic." and then i woke up, so i have no idea what was in the boxes or if i ever went back to school for the other half of the ceremony.

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hmmmm dreamed i was walking around some little town at night, when it was kind of cold - not LATE at night, there were places open and a bunch of people milling around, and it would've been nice except i was inexplicably carrying Jazz with me and she wasn't at all happy about it. and in another part of the dream, i had a twin brother named Jakub (because i guess 'Jacob' is too mainstream? come on, at least make it 'Jaiykub'!). he died when we were kids, though; he either fell or got hit with something and fractured his skull so badly it killed him. RIP

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dream last night was weird... in one part i was at school and this dude and i went into a classroom together because he was supposed to be sort of a guide for a new student, a guy who also happened to be blind... anyway they're all sitting at a table working things out and meanwhile i'm just in the background loudly sharpening a pencil??? and somehow i screwed that up so i showered myself and the new student in pencil shavings??????? idfk... different part i was playing with Legos, yay. someone had built a huge house and i was messing around with it and suddenly realized there was a whole hidden section in the attic above the garage. except then i was really there and as i tried to get back down through the hatch in the floor i slipped and fell into the garage and broke my leg.

and the house (not the lego version, the actual one?) belonged to an old lady named Samantha who had all these sculptures and miniatures and tiny replicas of stuff in her yard... not sure why i was messing around in her secret attic, but i think i was looking for a photograph

AND there was also a part where my mom and i went shopping at some department store and i found a skirt i LOVED - it had a bunch of patches and pins on it - but it was $100, SUPER short, and probably wouldn't fit me anyway. i was trying to take a picture of it but failed miserably.

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hmmm last night's dreams... in one i was in my grandparents' old house in Deansboro, though it looked pretty Wrong lol. i went down to the basement where the garage was (except irl it was not) and was looking for something in the middle of the night in the dark?? and then suddenly i saw a door opening and someone stepping inside, and i freaked out and slammed the door into the guy???? he fell on the floor, groaning, and my grandfather came downstairs just as the guy jumped up and ran away... apparently it was some neighbor kid who kept breaking into their garage lol. and there was something else about finding these 'uneven arrows' (arrows with one side longer than the other i guess) carved into things to lead me to a box buried by a guy named Troy, who'd hidden his journal in a box underground... /shrug

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most of what i remember of my dream was living in this really pretty neighborhood somewhere in New England, very rural, with this little abandoned building down the road that was being turned into a cute post office, and another building just a bit further that had a couple things in it, and one was a cafe that sold bubble tea - i was going to get some boba and send you a pic and i was all excited about it, but that was the end of the dream

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can't really explain my dream except i was taking some kind of class that could only be summed up as "Capitalism: The LARP" but also we were all playing Warrior Cats

we were all these business owners and shit, except like half the class was given a leg up by having their business ready to go when we started, so they could just start making money. meanwhile the rest of us had to decide what we were doing and get our offices together and dig tunnels (????) so we could get from place to place... and THEN we could start making money... but also we were cats

that'll be the next series, just you wait

you thought cats with magic powers was bad... wait until they start dodging taxes

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you were in my dream! i was visiting you or something! we went for a walk on this wooden bridge over a narrow but deep river and you decided we should go for a swim, so you jumped in. i was unsure.jpg but once you proved it was pretty deep and i would probably not be harmed by all the random bits of wood floating in it, i left my headphones (?) in a geode-shaped box on the bridge (but held onto my phone i guess??) and jumped in too. we swam down the river a little ways until we reached the cave it flowed into. the opening was REALLY small and i was like "hell no", you went in a bit but turned around before it got too narrow and came back out. then we swam back to the bridge. then i woke up because the fucking emergency alert test thing blared through my phone at 4:45 am.

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had a dream last night where i had a bunch of relatives visiting, so my whole family went to an amusement park (i recall a sort of children's rollercoaster which inexplicably had entire parts of the track separated so the train could 'jump' between them, but it was actually closed down and the track was being properly connected because i assume someone realized that was batshit insane), and then we came home and i went to bed. next morning i got up and it was the last day my relatives were visiting - one of them noticed an ad in the newspaper and we decided we'd all go to some local carnival because admission was half-price. and instead i went off into the foggy woods with a bunch of friends and we explored a creepy abandoned bunker we'd found and, ofc, were attacked by the terrifying shapeshifter who lived down there. @ myself this is why, when faced with the choice between 'creepy abandoned bunker in the woods' and 'carnival', you always choose the carnival.

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