So Ive recently been starting to write out fantasy fanfiction scenarios of things happening and characters reacting to stuff a lot as a therapy thing, but last night I dreamed about a fanfiction idea of the old cartoon Recess that used to play when I was a kid
Its just a show about a group of kids in 4rth grade and the hijinks they get up to, but i always remembered that it was really good at showing off healthy behaviors and friendships and family dynamics so my dream was about what if 4th grade me was character in the show and how would the characters in the show react to and be friends with me and wondered if I should write about that
It would essentially be sticking me as an OC into the Recess world and writing a story about how TJ and friends deal with a kid they know who is being abused so a very, odd, setting and story, I dont even know how I would write that and searching on AO3 to see if Recess is even a thing on there just showed a bunch of like, the âcharacters are older and im shipping them nowâ stories so
It almost doesnt fit the tone of the setting and the show but at the same time it kinda does?? Itd literally just be like, those episodes on old cartoons where they get introduced to a character for a single episode and it teaches them The Lesson but like how do you do that with a character experiencing ongoing abuse? the episode would just drag on forever and not have a resolution
But anyway the dream itself was more just about TJ and his mom, not even really about me, but just about TJ asking him mom questions about it and trying to understand what happened and why this other kid is like the way she is and the Mom trying to parent TJ and blah blah just vague stuff like that
Maybe I was projecting onto the role of both TJ and his Mom and trying to parent my inner child, maybe something like that
Maybe its a good sign Iâm starting to work some stuff out??
well. this one sounds kinda sad but it really wasnât
it was a very short and sweet dream
I was suddenly in a hallway/room/area with a bunch of people cuz I heard a sort of little commotion of people talking trying to understand something. I walk over and someone explains thereâs this cat that wonât calm down, thatâs freaked out about everything and wonât let anyone touch her
I look over to see and itâs Rascal, the old skinny white/orange faced calico cat I used to have forever that had so many litters of kittens. Even in life she was nervous and jittery and didnât trust people
but the moment I walked over to her nervous purr mewing butt she saw me and like, full panicked claw jumped off the person currently attempting to hold her and landed right in my arms
the rest of the dream was just me petting her and cooing and helping her calm down, she snuggled right into me like she hadnât really ever done before, and as soon as she hugged me I felt her weight and warmth and everything, it was almost like she immediately gained like 20 pounds in my arms
and when she fell asleep the dream ended and I woke up
its basically turned out to be 3 angels and the baby jesus with almost the plot of tokyo grandfathers? lolol
its basically because of satan messing with shit or whatever, the christ child was whisked away to earth too early and to the wrong place, and these 3 angels were the only ones to notice something was wrong because they noticed the gifts they had given the baby jesus were gone as well the baby himself, so they figured out before any other angel that baby jesus had been taken to earth because the devil messed with the portals settings
because earlier they had given him their âsendingâ gifts early as well, which was like, dollar store arts and crafts supplies and notebooks in unassuming plastic bags because all they really knew about him was that he was going to be âThe Great Earthly Creatorâ lolol and they didnt see those at the portal/cradle place thing so they thought something was up and realized the portal settings had been messed with and baby jesus had been sent too early as well
so these 3 angels panicked and dove after him to earth through the sendy portal thingy that had been used/messed with (heaven didnt exist on the physical realm and had no spacial relation to where or when earth was, theyre not like in the clouds or whatever lol) and theyre basically just trying to keep him out of satans grasp and get him to his true earthly mother
all the while completely unaware of where or when they landed on earth, where baby jesus is, and what earth is even like
so a lot of the dream was them flying around like this big modern day city, trying to find baby jesus with the only clues being he was a supernaturally beautiful baby who never cried in fear or anger, that had plastic bags full of the angelic equivalent of dollar store art supplies with him
they cause a lot of ruckus because people OBVIOUSLY notice these humanoids flying around who aint even trying to hide what they are and then it becomes like nearly the angelic equivalent of gargoyles because they get caught setting off fire alarms on top of apartment building trying to find a place to roost and get taken to a police station (theyre wings arent actually physical, so they cant be seen by humans, thus to humans they appear as very pretty regular random people in white togas) where they meet this police chief guy who Iâm pretty sure is the same police chief guy from Brooklyn Nine Nine? I googled it and he looks like the same guy in my dream lol
he was basically very unimpressed with their claims of divinity and chasing the baby jesus, but he took the missing person claim part seriously because clearly they were distressed about losing a baby, so he actually had to write down that âthey would know him by the fact that he never cried and was surrounded with the tools of creation as well as his own supernatural beautyâ
as well as the angels were very badly explaining that they had to take him to his mother who didnt know she was his mother yet, as well as keep him away from the devil
which the police chief interpreted as âthe fathers an asshole, had his custody revoked, and now the mother has yet to be informed that she has full custody of the child instead of half custody, and the child was presumably kidnapped by mr asshole satan father who didnt like that rulingâ
and then the angels were like âyes! you understand! wonderful! may gods blessing be upon you!â
police chief thinks hes dealing with irresponsible (and probably high as fuck) literal god parents of a regular child
angels think theyre dealing with a human who understands divinity (and are very impressed)
and then the hijinks of the rest of it basically involve, that whatever misshaps the angels get into on earth, not understanding rules, causing accidental damage, being weird and fucking things up for humans in general because theyre strange and angelic and unused to physical forms, serendipitously causes whatever events in that episode that causes baby jesus to get closer to harm or closer to satans minions (cuz they wanna steal him and raise him to be an antichrist by exposing him to all of the worlds evils)
and whatever the angels do the fix or solve the problem, also karmically through strange chains of events keep baby jesus out of harms way and into the arms of humans who show good qualities
so its like, half the shows plot revolves around the angels and the police chief and their hijinks, and the other half of the plot revolves around baby jesus being moved from place to place either through evil hands or good ones, but he always somehow manages to be unaffected by the evil surrounding him or temporarily lesson suffering or magically heal something about a person who holds him and always ends up somewhere good but temporary at the end of an episode
usually its good people who want to hold onto him and get him somewhere safe like sane people, but the devils minions are the one moving him around to more evil places
like itll start with some good random human finding an abandoned baby somewhere, and out of goodness of heart takes him in and cares for him, despite their current situation making it difficult to take care of a child somehow, theyre poor, or its a dangerous neighborhood, or theyre alone and have no experience raising a kid and have no one to turn too, or theyre on the lamb themselves and cant get the kid to the police station etc something like that
random satan minion causes it to get worse, hoping the human will crack under the pressure and express evilness around baby jesus, but baby jesus ends up doing a thing that makes it all better, like healing a person who holds him in someway, either the suffering in their heart or physical suffering like illness, or they just able to always find joy in his smile or something like that and end up showing him goodness rather than evil
satan minion goes curses foiled again and mid episode they do something that moves baby jesus around, like either appearing before the human as a good Samaritan willing to take the burden off their hands, pretending to be the kids rightful parents, or just straight up stealing him in the middle of the night and then dumping him near humans they consider âworseâ than the previous ones and the latter half of the episode sets up the new environment baby jesus will be exposed to this time with them finding him and ending with them making the good decision to care for him aware despite their difficulties
some places he stays quite a while, some places he moves through very quickly
For some reason, me as my 23 year old finished college self, had been given the backstory of I was adopted by this nice neutral nameless faceless couple, and we were happy and nice and whatnot all was good
then one day they adopted a little girl who was four years old, the image of what she looked like shifted a lot in my dream, she was always either japanese or black (??? it changed a lot?) but she always had black hair, whether it was curly or straight lol
I was given the task of going with her to her school to help her acclimate and make friends, like I was actually enrolled in the school as my 23 year old self lol
so I end up walking her to her classroom and letting her go, then wandering aimlessly through hallways speaking with this one teacher, like where am i supposed to go?? and she was like actually i wanted to speak with you
so she starts talking about my new little sisters experience at this school (and i guess we timeskipped in this convo enough for new teacher to know anything about her lol) and she says shes a wonderful smart girl but shes worried about how the other students were treating her, oftentimes sheâll come up with âstrangeâ answers or ideas that make the other kids laugh at her, which the adults can recognize as innovative and intelligent, but the kids just see as weird, so were all worried about her becoming discouraged by her peers even with adult reassurance and I chip in that I understand, she was already a fish out of water, being adopted and being named Panacea (this is where i learned her name in the dream, me saying it just right here) which the kids are sure to make fun of, but I wasnât sure what i could do much either being so much older than her, I canât exactly go yell at the other kids for being mean like my 10 year old self would have
and then before reaching a conclusion I woke up because all of this was from a nap on the couch
i just wanted to write it down because I just thought it was very meaningful I dreamed about an innovative child on the brink of inventing something amazing with her own intelligence at the age of 4, being so dragged down by something that should be so fixable but it isnât and her name being Panacea, it was really interesting to me
Had a dream where most of it was spent struggling with simple technology and it was so frustrating because its something i know my brain knows how to do, but it was just refusing to do it for dumb reasons in the dream
the power of anger and frustration got me very close to succeeding though lol
the dream itself was just me trying to give simple instructions to a person on how to do something
....but through text messaging.
and i swear i dont know what dreams have against anything in letter form, but every time. every single time. whenever i dream my brain refuses to process letters for what they are, doesnât matter if Iâm writing, reading, texting or just trying to imagine a letter shape while dreaming. it is, impossible.
also there was the fact that my texting skills were unimaginable slow, just like how running in dreams feels like it takes forever for you to move your legs and you feel winded, i felt the same thing but with my fingers texting
and i got so frustrated because i was only trying to type three words âPull the Handleâ that i kept trying over and over but it was just not. working.
like at the end of the dream my single text message looked something like this:
âbul l t h H a a. L. P U U U L L He AAAAne. WWWRRRrraaandle. l l l l l lllllâ
like just that over and over constantly, with random lines glitching through and changing letters even when i didnt touch anything, but sometimes everytie i typed another letter, like turning p to b or L to i and stuff like that and id be like no no NO THATS WRONG UGH. doesnât matter if i backspaced and tried again it would just come out weird again and id be screaming like IM JUST. PRESSING. SINGLE. LETTERS. ONE AT A TIME. WHY IS THIS SO HARD. PULL THE HANDLE GODAMMNIT.
then when i tried to send it half the letters turned into weird emojis like blue X marks and Red circles for some reason so i got so frustrated i woke up lol
but yeah ive had similar dreams with trying to use my phone camera to take a picture of a page of a book, because the dream wasnt letting me read the book, but then i couldnt hold the camera straight and every picture would come out with motion blur or fuzziness like i couldnt hold my hand straight or from the right angle no matter what i did.Â
anything involving reading, writing or drawing letters in any form gets fucked up in dreams, no idea why. buts that 100% the best way to tell if your dreaming, if you try to pull out your phone to help you and simple tech tasks seem slow and impossible like running in dreams, then your dreaming lol
i had a pretty intense dream last night
it took place on stage in the musical of the avatar world. (a serious one not the funny one lol) taking place a little bit after the main series ended when the chatacters were a bit older
it was the scene where uncle iroh died and joined the spirit world. it was also the crescendo or one of the final songs of the musical
the way it was set was the main characters, aang then katara, sokka, toph, suki, zuko and iroh were all walking up a circle staircase over and over. growing older each time they went around n saw the audience again while music played
then iroh wasnt there for one revolution. he had vanished really suddenly too and we didnt see where he went. zuko knew without even looking back n ran back down screaming âuncle! uncle where are you?â
at the bottom he got to this room where the bridge between life and death was there
zuko ran out appearing on one side and irohs spirit was there on the other side
they couldnt speak to eachother but they could see eachother
and the bridge was clearly open to either side but neither could walk to the other
zuko was clearly upset but couldnt speak and paced back n forth on his side clearly crying
and when he stopped the song started.
a final farewell between zuko and iroh and i cant remember anything about it except it was somber but powerful with iroh not able to do or say much but echo zukos lines back to him
in the dream i was onstage as various characters but here in this part i was katara
as the main characters slowly trickled in i remember that there was a lot of us. like there was me as katara on one side and another girl as katara on the other side. each had a mirror like zuko to iroh in stage positon and me and other katara were first to stand in position n light blue candles using waterbending? or something to show it was the bridge between the life/human world n death/spirit world
the most powerful part came in when the musical did something it wasnt supposed to
we all started joining in the song, when it was supposed to be just zuko n iroh. each person echoing a different part in a thunderous chorus
if i had to compare the tone n song itself it was halfway between Shadowland from Lion King and Will I Lose My Dignity from Rent. it was powerful yknow? wish i could remember but the lyrics they were basically zukos rememberences of memories they shared. and if a character was present for that they also each echoed that line, so it was especially beautiful when only zuko or zuko and iroh sung cuz that was a moment only they had together like when iroh forgived zuko n hugged him
it ended when iroh walked away into the blue light n zuko could no longer hear his echoes, singing as he went
very simple dream/nightmare? ish? thing? i woke up very concerned (and somewhat angry cuz later) but not quite terrified
basically in the dream my voice had been replaced by a catâs voice, and whatever goblin sadistic creature thing did that to me was laughing hysterically and saying the only way it would fix itself was if i could call 911 and convince them to come help me, using only a cat voice and no fingers for the entire process
cue the rest of the dream being me desperately going âmeow-wow-wowâ into a voice recognition phone trying to get it to recognize that as 911
each time the goblin laughed harder and i was cried harder until i was a sobbing cat howling mess
had another nightmare attached to it but cant remember much except i was screaming at my mother, but of course this was a dream, and like running in dreams, eventually you reach a point where your body realizes its still asleep so any high energy action is dulled and slowed and makes you feel extremely breathless with even the slightest exertion
so running in dreams makes your legs feels like jelly or if your taking a million heavy steps getting nowhere
screaming in dreams makes you feel like you cannot get a breath big enough for your scream, and you can only put scream power behind one word at a time and then you have to get a lung full of air again, never making you feel like your getting your anger/panic/fear across properly, making you want to scream harder which doesnât work and etc etc
its worse because its an endless loop of frustration and pointless attempts at screaming that had me waking up more angry and breathless than anything
This dream was interesting, I dreamt me and my boyfriend had kids o_o
no pregnancy or warning tho either XD just suddenly children, and both us of were confused and trying to take care of them and I was like âshit, we donât have baby stuff? diapers?? milk?? toys?â and he was like âhow do make stop cryingâ lol
I had a good picture of them in my head tho, 2 little blonde boys that were born with red hair just like I was, and the strangest part was we decided to name then Connor and Jason, the older boy was Connor and Jason appeared later in the dream, they looked about 3-4 years apart
really weird for a dream to randomly give names like that, especially cuz I donât know any Connors or Jasons lol
and also because of course I must, I had to look up what those names meant
Connor is from an Irish compound name meaning âWisdom, Counsel, Strengthâ or âHound, Dogâ (apparently can also mean strongwilled or hound/wolf lover lol)
Jason is from Greek and it means âHealer, Cure or PhysicianâÂ
neat :o
(also I couldnât help but think of comic book characters with those names, like Connor Hawke or Jason Todd lol middle name ideas haha xD)
That Time I Saved A Bunch Of Unconcerned People From Certain Death
Alright Ive had this dream a couple times now, so felt it was worth mentioning on here
So basically, the premise of the dream is, Im at this mall someone built into a dormant volcano, getting a cool tour of the place and the basement and told the legend of the goddess with the silver sword who once resided here, donât remember the legend, but anyway I start having a premonition that this whole place is gonna blow and sure as shit, the automated detection system goes off and it says we got 3 minutes to evacuate this whole mall full of people.
People start to scream and panic, but I basically get my ass into gear and start running around making teams of available people to run literally everywhere in the mall, check every room, spread the news about the volcano about to erupt and check for people, children, and help them get out. Whats weird though is because Ive had this dream a couple times now, I can say for certain that I always gather up the same people and we check the same rooms and i could maybe could make a map of the place if I remember it better, the lady who ends up becoming my second in command during this whole situation is a black lady with really short buzzcut hair in nurse scrubs who helps me direct the teams and keeps an eye on the timer.
Anyway I say i the title unconcerned people because they have system set up for this, the tmer and the heat detection and the other stuff  was shown in the basement, but only I noticed that something wasnt working right earlier, the lava is coming much quicker that anyone expects, its only when it floods the detection place in the basement and the timer goes out of whack that people even started taking me seriously.Â
anyway cool black nurse lady also helps me in the second part of the dream, which is me trying to find the silver sword at the last minute, because I hear a voice and promise it to save the sword. I ask the nurse about the legend again and while she seems confused and frustrated because we have a real problem over here, once everyone is aware if the danger and is heading out to safety, I use the last 30 seconds to find the hidden chamber that exists below some bar frat club type place, the opening is a golf club flagpole hole thing that I somehow fit through, and sure enough, heres the shrine of the lava goddess with the shining curved scimitar looking silver sword that melts like mercury at the slightest warmth
and the dream ends with me basically grabbing the sword and holding it aloft on the cliffs edge to the sky as the empty mall-cano erupts behind me, it was pretty sweet, felt like something out of a modern day legend of zelda dungeon.Â
this is just me rambling and needing to put into words some concepts about stuff and things which may be upsetting to peeps, but its 2am and i need to word this out somewhere, so figured here is appropriate cuz it was all sparked by a dream and thats what this blog is for, so yeah just ignore if you dont wanna read some personal things, obvs dislaimer that all this stuff obvs isnt directly applicable to everyones situation, just my own
I think I finally may have realized why its so hard to talk to people and explain my childhood to them and how it affected me
its much much harder to conceptualize a lack of something than a surplus of something, as something that is existent in your life, as something that happened to you, when logically that it didnt happen is the problem
for instance, a person who is abused is more likely to realize the abuse if there was something tangible and negative done to them, so like the stereotype abuse
they were hit or molested or screamed at or constantly devalued, its easier to make the mental connection between âperson hit me/traumatized me, now i have an ingrained trauma reaction when people raise their hands to meâ and that sentence is readily understood as a logical cause and effect process by people who havent been abused, so its easier to get other people to understand the direct effects of that kind of abuse, ie its easier to talk about and conceptualize with and expplain to people who havent experienced it
but whats harder as a victim of it, is conceptualizing neglect as abuse, and the effects that that sort of abuse has on you because of it
its just, so much harder to explain to someone that because you were never shown affection as a child, you never had healthy emotional expressions directed towards you in any sense, you couldnât do the âmonkey see monkey doâ thing that children and their brains are built to do, because people think of these intangibles things as inherent to humanity, they just assume that emotions and their expressions and emotional regulation is a skill people are literally born with, no matter what kind of parenting you have
they talk about babies first smile like they are born knowing how to smile, they dont realize a baby only knows what it has been shown, if youve never smiled at your kid, they dont learn to instinctively smile when theyre happy, sometimes they even fail to recognize that they feel happy in the first place because they never to make the instinctive connection between smiling and being happy
like when most people feel things, the emotion shown in their body language is instinctive, you dont choose to actively smile, you just do, you dont choose to cry, you just do, you dont choose to blush, you just do. because theyve been able to observe those reactions healthy in the people around them
and its even worse when the more tangible abuse is thrown on top of it
when youve been directly trained to not display emotion for fear of physical abuse, when any sense of self is actively cut down and snuffed out by the people who should be encouraging it to flourish, when you are actively denied and isolated from opportunities to observe anyone who can do these things in healthy ways, when every genuine emotion is pretty much gaslighted out of you or back at you so you constantly question even the ones you can identify if they truly what you are feeling or if youre just putting on an emotional front to get something from someone because thats the only function emotions ever had for your or your family for a solid 20 years so you cant tell if your genuine or manipulating
so its so frustrating to try to answer the question âwell what did they do to you? if you dont live with them anymore then how are they still affecting you? they cant get to youâ
cuz yeah they're not doing it now, but they did, they did for a long time, and what they did over that long period of time had some permanent or at least some extremely long term effects that i cant just stop now that its not happening anymore, if i could put it into a simple cause and effect sequence thats easy for you to understand, trust me i would have done it a long time ago.
Asking them how the abuse effected âmeâ requires being able to define what âmeâ was âbeforeâ I was abused. If youve been raised from birth to think abuse and its affects on you was just how life was and there wasnt another way to live, how are you supposed to answer that question? the answer is not easily, and not easily conceptualized in your own head much less put into words for others. you only figure out that your doing something âwrongâ when someone who knows the right way points it out to you, and after its pointed out its hard to remember all those times because your habit is and continues to be the âwrongâ way of doing
brains arent these magics thing that change on a whim because you want them to, they are physical organs that are constantly being affected by their environments just like any other body part, and they control somethings that are thought of as nonphysical but actually are, emotions are chemical reactions, memories are physical connections between brain cells, behaviors, habits, attitudes etc these are all things the brain does as a physical organ
but because the majority of people have magical beliefs in the concept of a soul, they think the magic soul does all these things instead, and dont really grasp how much of these things are in control by a heavily traumatized physical organ
tl;dr I had a dream i was being followed by a person who was questioning everything i did or said or remembered or thought or felt, every reaction i had they wanted to know why, and if i couldnt explain it to them quickly enough they denied that it was real or genuine and that i must have been faking it, they specifically asked me about my âweirdâ reactions to things as well, and if i couldnt explain the weird way i was feeling that wasnt like how normal people do things i must be lying, i wasnt actually abused/wasnt feeling like that/wasnt actually thinking my own thoughts
the direct irony here is the mystery person was just an amalgamate of my memories of my mother
alright this dream was very strange, because i dreamt that i left my boyfriend for another man, who looked older, skinnier and more Australian?
we weren't as close as my previous boyfriend, and the whole dream i was very confused as to why i was with him, even when we spoke we felt like we were still navigating new territory with each other, like we both weren't expecting to be with each other, and also i was both pregnant with his kid and watching over his previous kid from another marriage who was like 6, so that might have had something to do with it (i dont remember banging him tho? weird)
and he wasn't a bad dude, he just wasn't for me. in the dream the house we lived in was next to the house that contained my aunts and cousins from my fathers sister side, who i haven't thought of in forever, so i went to go see them and be like??? guys?
when i got to their backyard i saw they were all waiting for this really weird event to start. A Bunch of larger reddish orange birds that looked like crosses between a Raven and Turkey, like big fat ravens that had feather crests like cockatoos on their heads, they were all about to migrate through the backyard and shed their feathers on the special bushes my cousins had planted
it was actually really cool, i got to collect a whole bunch of really neat orange feathers that seemed to get larger and impossibly larger as the dream went on lol the last feather i picked up was as big as a tree!Â
we were also grabbing these little birds that were like black and white crows that were pests to the bigger orange ones, i threw one to the bigger bird and it kinda laughed at thanked me for the meal as it ate it, apparently these orange guys were intelligent, but in a very, birdlike or parrotlike way
then the dream splits off into something else, the dudes house turns into mybest friends house and theyre setting up fishing hooks and stuff, and i wanted to help, but she said no, was worried about fish hooks getting everywhere, but then of course we both trip on eachother somewhere and she gets 3 hooks in her arm and i get 3 in my leg, they didnt hurt though, they were just annoying to get out and only stung like once even though we both bled in dream, i felt guilty for causing it though so i just went back to her house and gave the feathers to the house, i knew she would like them because she was an artist
so this was actually more of a nightmare that wasnât scary, if that makes sense, like i woke up full of adrenaline and my heart was beating fast, but i wasnt like, terrified, maybe just a little anxious
anyway i dreamt i was a main character in this strange 2d pixel horror garme, and the idea of the game was you had so much time to go through the puzzles trying to get to the small house as the end of the dark night time/cavern place that was through a mountain path looking, very halloweeny with dead trees and crows and dark purpley brown ground, going across broken rotted bridges and old stone castley looking places
and it was was very long and go straight forward game with different puzzles and paths to the end
and the first time i got to the end, i got there in time and it suddenly shifted into a 3d with ragdoll physics game like ur fallout and halflifes type game inside the house, and i had to avoid zombies and wolves while trying to eat as much food as i could in house while trying to find a thing
but my time ran out after i tried blocking this door with objects, and all of a sudden the music changed and the man behind the door had a chainsaw and was trying to chase and kill me and game me was tripping over objects in the weird 3d game physics way trying to escape
and then once i escaped the house it became pixelly 2d again and much much scarier, because he got a lot faster and i had to navigate my way back through all my puzzles before he got to me and killed me, it became horrery like Ib or Witchâs House or that one game with the blue monster chasing you and you have to hide like those kinda RPG Maker horror type games
anyway i woke up when i got âcaughtâ but it was like half waking up, i tried to fall asleep again while i was still adrenaline rushed and kept going back into the dream andhaving to do it again, but this time not making it through fast enough to even reach the house and having to backtrack again and again, getting shorter and shorter time each time
So me and my boyfriend were apparently out car shopping and giggling and laughing and having a great time, we go to this one car dealer place to look at what they got
this nice  sweet fat little lady shows us around to some cars, but everytime i laugh out loud she gets this terrified look on her face and nearly yells when i wave my arm around
and i get confused and im like wtf and shes basically like âdon do that youre scaring me!â
âim scaring you by being happy and laughing?â i say
and shes just like âits violent when you do it!â like she was legit afraid of me and thinking i was being violent to her by laughing really loud and waving my arms around (even thou bf was doing exact same thing, really weird)
anyway we finally stumble upon this bumper car looking, bright white car that, i swear to god, had honest to god memes scribbled all over it in horrendous back sharpie
and even pictures and a sentence which read âare you happy? are you happy with this shit mememobile you sick fuck?â which i like to feel was a direct message from my awake concious brain to my unconcious sleeping brain
since in real life, memes arent that hilarious to me
but for some reason they were the funniest thing on earth to dream me and i immediately starting screaming in laughter we had to get that one. my boyfriend started to buy and see how it worked, i think he thought it legit had bumper car controls and he was like âhmm, its inconvienient to not be a real car, but i guess that wont matter too much on the roadsâÂ
but it was a real car, it just looked like a bumper car and i kept trying to point that  out to him to get him to buy it and when he says yes he goes back to spazzing with me about the awesome meme car and then the dreams ends with us laughing through our words âOH MY GOD LETS WRITE MARKIPLIER ALL OVER - LETS WRITE MARKIPLIER, RIGHT HERE. AND ALL OVER IT. ALL OVER THE CAR. ITS THE MARKIMEMEMOBILE.â in shiny silver sharpie this time, so basically that repeated over and over and interspersed with horrrendous loud shouty laughter thats scaring the person selling to car to us
looking back on it now, we may have been trying to buy a car drunk in this dream lol
sometimes I dream a lot with coherent storylines, sometimes i dream very little with bits of scattered pieces of different things happening
this ones got a bit of body horror in it, but it wasnât a nightmare, it was just weird
i was in a bathroom somewhere in I think my roommates house, when I noticed my hand feeling heavier and stiffer, like my veins were tightening or something. I look at it and notice all these little white bumps under the skin, i push them out and thereâs like a million of these tiny little plastic white/seethrough beads all in my arms and veins and Iâm just like woah holy shit and make a futile effort to try to get hem all out, there wasnt any blood or nothing though, just weird beads filling my veins. In the dream i had the idea/explanation that it was some kind of environmental factor like eating too much stuff wrapped in plastic, or using too many facewashes with the same colored plastic beads somehow got absorbed and accumulated in me over the years??
turns out i wake up a little and my arm just fell asleep while i was asleep lol and âlead heavy arm with little beads all inside itâ is how my sleep brain decided to dream interpret the heavy tingly feeling of an arm falling asleep
another piece of a different dream was me, for some reason, trying to explain what a the JOHN CENA meme is to my mother while hysterical laughing through my words, half at the meme half at her started reactions
very strange since I neither talk to my mother nor particularly find memes that funny at all
Basically I was in my house and there were a lot of kittens. Like so many kittens. I watched them play with eachother and meow a lot and snuggle into a giant cuddle pile and i just sort of layed on the floor and played with them and was like â8D Kittensâ for basically the whole dream lol
Thranduil is fascinated by Modern Technology and Pretty Flowers
so this is one is more scattered probs cuz I dont remember much and it starts out with an already established scene
I am a witch who finally made a working spell that as long as i put power into it, i can create any sort of plantlife that I like on any surface that i choose, natural or not. Thranduil is the elven king from the hobbit movies and hes in the computer room of my old house i used to live in where i was in the dream currently and he was being fascinated by the internet and wearing headphones and listening to something. no idea how he got there nor is it questioned in the dream and hes been like this for hours just wandering around modern ontario being just blown away by modern technology
so the dream starts off I run out of power to run my spell and was currently trying to make i think some kind of bean onion hybrid? so i go downstairs and ask thranduil if i can use his power to run the spell and hes fascinated that i can do something like that, so how it works is i need to be connected to the power source and the power source is the thing that controls what the spell does. so it ends up i hold his hand and he immediately gets it and starts making pretty flowers grow everywhere, and at first hes just sort of in awe and silently fascinated, so i lead him this room thats like a little crawlspace above the kitchen where i want to grow vegetables and stuff and ask him to grow veggies and he just wont stop with the flowers, touching points on the ceiling and everything along the way and making them grow and im like yes thranduil thats nice but i want to grow boring potatoes please grow some potatoes
so he just looks at me like potatoes? really? and starts creating like this awesome elven plants and stuff and making elven food and i just kinda sigh cuz i wanted potatoes but i guess magical elf food isnt all that bad
then it cuts to a different scene where thranduil in his infinite power stubbornly refuses to let go of my hand and thus the spell, creating more and more intricate things likes houses and rooms and special growing trees shaped into things and it all very cool and me just kind of eyerolling at how he isnt bored of the magic yet because yes i get it its cool u can stop fangirling now elfboy stop acting like youve never seen magic before but i go along with it anyway cuz it is very cool what hes making and the dream ends with him making something that looks like a huge rose version of cinderellaâs carriage thing and a question of âwhat about horses i cant make animalsâ pops into my head and the dream ends
