dream journal
- first part: in a high school, in a sort of frozen dream where there were three kids (conscious) and their older brother who wasn’t conscious but obedient to commands. the rest of the players apart from the three kindergarteners were stuck in some kind of alternate reality where they somehow couldn’t really see what was happening or hear us properly. I remember running around and trying to wake them up from their slumber. I was running around with my tits out and shrieking.
there was also this part where I was showering and kept finding gross toothbrushes that seemed to be mine or my family members’; my cousins and I seemed to be staying there as well. I put on a necklace that was for christmas, intending to wear it to the function and give it to my favourite cousin at the function, but it got tangled and was difficult to put back together again.
- second part: then I got in trouble and ostracised for it. people were shaming me, saying they heard crazy things about me. we were all hanging out as a bunch of high schoolers when I couldn’t take it any more and said to a quiet redhead with a huge bosom, Lucy (?) let me see your tits please. Everyone started howling, but were more shocked when she agreed. we went to one of those toilets that have crazy cubicles in my dreams and stretch on forever, with the green-blue pool tiles on the walls and the warm lighting, dark wood doors and brass knobs, like a country club.
we climbed up inside a cubicle that had a raised floor, like a cubbyhole, and was kind of L-shaped, like two cubicles in one, but we could lock the primary cubicle door but not lock the door between the two sections of the L—Lucy then removed her top and crawled towards me. they were pale with pink nipples. doing this made the whole landscape outside the cubicle we were in change. we were transported to a snowy place (a la narnia) and I realised what dream me was trying to do, do something secret and taboo so we could again access that dream fantasy world where our people were being held captive. our cubicle became sort of a raised outpost where the woodland inhabitants crawled towards us and taunted us by saying, heard you did something that can’t be !;!;&:!;&/)&/$&$ to the emperor! you’re in trouble!
we were going to find the emperor and confront him, a pale, wispy boy with a huge crown and detached, cold sensibilities.
