#fantasy dreams

[newblvotg]

Let's talk about it, Zaddy ...

[honeykisses-and-wildflowers]

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[cosmicdingbat]

Just met Vette after 5 years, and she somehow knows about my fantasy dreams!!! 

[confused-opossum]

Could someone please punch me so hard I go unconscious and enter a permanent fantasy dream state where I am a goblin with a modest cave and a witch for a girlfriend??

[bombini-fan-page]

What is your main “get me through the day” fantasy or the main scenario with you and your favorite character/character crush/ect

For reference when I’m laying in bed or waking up or trying to sleep (weather it be a nap or not) I tend to imagine cuddling with a character. Waking up to them with the sun shining on us and we’re warm and happy

Or when I’m really struggling to get through the day or with emotions then Dazai typically pops up and it’s like he’s really there and he tells me I can get through the day. But in his own way (if you have watched it then you know what I mean). If I’m forced to go to church he’ll pop up and either talk to me or be walking around and doing some weird shit. And it’s all just a subconscious thing I do. And I know for a fact I’m not alone

Now day dreams are completely different. I have 20 different stories going on and most of them are for different character ones.

So tell me, what’s your subconscious thing you do?

I totally just exposed myself and for what

[savageleewriting]

Above It All, Closer To The Clouds

I want to live in the rafters above the city. I want to hide out in that latticework of beams that extend over the buildings and the streets, creeping around like a cat that knows no fear of man nor gravity. 

We huddle near big exhaust pipes for warmth when it’s cold, and when it rains, we slide down the moisture-slicked gutters and scavenge for noodles in the old noodle district. There’s rats down there, big things the size of dogs. Some people say some of the rats might even be dogs, but I doubt that to be true. Just look at their eyes. Those are rat-eyes. 

Sometimes, to climb better, we slip off our shoes so our toes can find purchase on the grimy outer walls of the various skyscrapers we ascend. The wind smells of perfumes and dry executive farts. Men and women as boring as the dull grey suits they wear like insect armour when they go into battle at the various offices they call home. 

We look in at the others sometimes, and think about the lives they must be living. The different choices, the different options. Getting to be somebody else, living an alternate life in a reality that is not this one we’re in.

But such thoughts are just a distraction, and there’s games to be played and food to be swindled and hearts to be broken. 

That’s how we live, in the rafters above the city.

[misstymbersclinic]

Ya'll ever have a dream and wake up like, "I need this in real life immediately."