#old entry

[asbestosbambi]

december 20, 2023 6:57 pm

[doyoudreamlikeido]

From my dream journal

I'm watching a movie. A man is walking up to a table of four people having some sort of elegant backyard barbecue. There's two women and two men. The men look like brothers.

The man pulls out a gun and asks where Shana is. He points it at the women and angrily says they poisoned her mind against him and he is putting an end to it right now.

The woman closest to him touches his hand and stands up. Now it's not a movie anymore and I am there watching everything as it's happening. There are others with me. We are kind of circling the situation. We're not human at this point.

The man lowers his gun and gets to his knees. He starts crying. She tells him it's all right. The closest brother grabs the gun and disarms it. The woman touching the man's hand tells everyone it's all right, that they all signed up to witness this event before their births.

He looks up at her and asks her if she's God. She says no and yes. She says 'I am all of us and I am me'. When she said 'I am all off us', everyone else said it in unison, including me and the other non humans watching.

She asks him if he remembers meeting her before his birth and he says he does. He says he was stuck in a dark place and couldn't get out and she came to him and said if he did decades of horrible things in his next life he would expediate the deal.

He said he asked her to visit him to make him remember so he could turn himself in and go to jail. She starts glowing. He cries about his cruelties and fades away. She says he is in jail for a long time.

None of the others are speaking. They are looking at her and she says 'it's all right, this is the way we planned it'. They keep looking at her, they seem confused and also in awe.

I wake up.

[ramonasjournal]

journal page 122/?

[ramonasjournal]

journal page 121/?

[ramonasjournal]

journal page 66/? when im in exam mode I see all the movies and all the cartoons I didnt see all the semester and I eat like 34 times a day my life is wonderful

[bileexpiry]

[jus-existing]

her touch will linger more than her scent soothes-

[crimsonbutterflyxiii]

I wanted to write about an old dream I just came across in one of my old journals. It was pretty trippy and from about 10 years ago now.

It starts out in Edo Period Japan, I was walking around, everything seems normal, I could hear the laughter of children and women, and of course several men. The streets were crowded, but I was alone. I was in need of directions, clutching a map of some sort in my hands, I saw a women standing near a stand of food, she was turned away from me. Only the back of her head and the pretty kanzashi pins in her hair caught my attention.

A young boy, her son? Was hanging on to one of her sleeves as he attempted to look over the counter at all the food on display. I walked up, tapping her on her shoulder. But once she turned around I was met with a faceless woman. I stepped back out of freight, her body language said confusion. Looking down her son also had no face.

It wasn't long until I looked all around me only to find no one had faces. The voices were still there, they had changed to that of leisure chatter and laughing to that of concern and whispers. Was this actually happening? My stomach turned to knots as I turned around and ran.

The entry goes on in great detail how every person I see as I run down the streets has no face. Its completely smooth. I did my best to recreate it based on what I had written before. The rest of my entries seem normal, but this one popped out at me, its the only nightmare I have documented. This is why I keep my old journals.

Cho

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