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Dream big today.
i just took a 10 minute nap and dreamed that i was on a train and an old guy sat next to me and started making small talk. he asked where i was getting off the train and i gave a vague answer ("around the middle of the line, what about you?") and when he started responding again i was so uncomfortable that i opened my eyes and woke up.
I had a legit nightmare about leaving my credit card in my pocket instead of in my wallet. the pocket of the jacket i ALWAYS WEAR. dream-me just had to go through the entire wallet (which was full of little trinkets for some reason, i wouldn’t put that past me) while a crowd of people pressed against their back before they even would consider going into their pocket
the most enraging dream I’ve had in months
(i dreamt this all within about an hour in real time)
it started with an argument— i was lying in my bed trying to sleep and my parents had come into my room and started talking for some reason. (this part was from my real life since people are a l w a y s making noise when I’m trying to sleep and my ears are fkin sensitive, shut up!!).
tried to tell them to be quiet, they didn’t listen, escalated to me screaming at them to shut up because i wanted to fucking sleep, and they got so mad that they took some of my stuff (can’t remember exactly what it is) and threw it out.
the rest of the dream was me going absolutely fucking mad with fury— nobody ever apologized, nothing was given back to me, i had a huge amount of anger and spite and bitterness. i talked to some people (can’t remember the words), broke some things, walked down my street barefoot, talked to my english teacher about some books she wrote and i borrowed and she didn’t want back because the author was cancelled or something idk?, tried to play minecraft near a friend while it was kinda messed up, just random things saturated with rage.
the dream ended with me arguing with my dad again— he was kind of laughing and not taking it seriously (he does this all the fucking time and i guess my subconscious brain went nuts about it) while kinda trying to get me to stop. i threw his bowl of food across the table to the floor and started trying to go after him while he pushed me off. i managed to bite his leg a little (and if that was a real bite it would have fucking hurt) and then the dream ended
so apparently i have a fucking ridiculous amount of pent-up fury towards my parents and how my stuff is treated, and my brain wanted to give me an excuse (in the dream) to go ballistic. it’s like that weird trauma response where you want bad things to happen to you (so that you’d actually get sympathy)? my brain is really expressing that now lol. i need therapy
(i don’t think i was properly able to convey how angry i was— take the amount of anger you were thinking of and multiply it by ten. i was SO ANGRY)
running irl for a while and getting so exhausted you’re going really slow is pretty much exactly what dream-running is like
3 nights ago I had a dream that I (died and) was reborn into my same family with all of my memories. one of my brothers (dunno about the rest of my siblings) was also reborn?? but before me, and so he was older than me now (“you’re 14???” (though this might just mean that i was reborn within a year bc he’s 13 now)) and I knew I had some kind of thing with an acronym (ASDD?) which I asked him if he also had. i think i also started to make an online announcement about my death/rebirth (“BlastLight/Beam/ect is no longer here” smth like that) but i might have woken up in middle of that
dumping this here because it actually felt really interesting and i feel like it might be useable as a plot for something (mainly, being reborn [into the same place] with all memories)
occasionally, I’ll dream about random weird things and then try to google them to see if they actually exist
so if anyone finds my open tabs searching for things like “wheel made of skateboards” or “penny wrestling”... there’s a reason. but only my Deep Brain knows
just had a dream that I had a black dog named Jolene/Jacket Dog, and we used to hang out with the Queen of England a lot in a back room of some store and I’d eat stuff like greenish peanuts and talk to her. Jacket Dog loved her, so when the queen told her to jump down a flight of stairs in my house she immediately left to do so and I ended up running around my house screaming both of her names and then trying to explain to my mother, who didn’t know I knew the queen of England. I hadn’t checked a staircase in my brother’s room because I knew it would be Bad bc he probably did something to Jolene there.