Ysyvyly

some oc, mostly of the written variety. they/he. 30.

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oneirologue thirty two

It's been nearly three years since I've posted here. While resting for an hour or two yesterday, I dreamt that I was stuck in a dream and struggling to exit the dream. I was in the nearby mall and interacting with people I know in waking life, some of whom were behaving in a way that seemed quite incongruous with what I know of them. So upon realizing it was a dream, I started trying to go back to reality, "awakening" by essentially respawning in or near the restroom. The main method I can recall of trying to confirm if I was still in a dream and if so to get out of it was approaching a tan man with short hair and facial hair who was sitting on a bench in the mall and jumping up and down in front of him, to which he didn't respond in any meaningful way.

A dream from the beginning of this year involved my friend and I near the river under a bridge on a local bike path. He was on slightly higher ground than I was, and I was right by the edge of the water. We were watching a killer whale/orca swim, and though it started to approach us, it turned back, did a barrel roll, and departed.

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oneirologue thirty one

10 June 2021. A strangely eerie dream through a perspective like a diagram showing both the surface of Antarctica and its underwater portions, albeit the latter more obscure, the entire underside of the continent some sort of enormous inverted castle. The “diagram” changed at one point to display the various entities residing there, and they resembled some of the trolls, giants, and other creatures from Hilda.

13 June. I was riding in some unknown male storm chaser’s car by a body of water where there was a water spout close by, and the funnel wasn’t opaque but almost transparent and aqueous, appearing to be composed more of water than wind. Later the car was moving along a narrow road, the surroundings almost completely obscured by fog, wind, and possibly snow since this area was so pale, and numerous thin tornadoes were spinning around the car but, like the water spout, didn’t seem to be exerting any significant force on the car or impeding its motion whatsoever. In the last segment that I remember of this dream, I was in what seemed like a fairly cozy rectangular blockhouse, attempting to seal shut a door that was being shaken by violent winds outside.

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oneirologue thirty

17 April 2021. In this dream, I walked up a grassy hill by a main road, at the top of which was a wooden, fortress-like structure, a multi-story, enclosed square of businesses surrounding a courtyard. When I ascended the stairs to the level containing the sandwich shop (my workplace in the dream) on my right, I walked some distance past it at first, and the walkway diverged to the left. I took the left to the evident end of the walkway, and there was some sort of claw/vending machine or carnival game that had attracted the attention of at least two or three children. I turned back, and when I was in the sandwich shop, there was a small group of men who didn’t seem to be up to much good, standing in line or just loitering before sitting. One of them was asked by a coworker about the wooden tray in front of them on their table, accusing them of having stolen it, despite that they were still sitting in the restaurant. He denied this, and I responded with some sarcastic comment about several other invisible trays on their table. We proceeded to confront each other, escalating into what would have been a fight had the first blow I threw not opened at the last second from a fist to a high five, which he reciprocated, and the group left shortly thereafter. My manager and coworkers gravely admonished me and seemed frightened of me then, and when I asked if I was fired, they confirmed this. I was beginning to leave the wooden business center when I woke up. 

19 May. I was in a small room with off-white walls, furnished with just a metal-frame bed and maybe a dresser, and illuminated only by the light of a slightly overcast afternoon through a window. Many bumblebees began to appear, provoking panic, especially since I was somehow certain the door was locked despite not trying to open it. 

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oneirologue twenty nine

~23 July 2020. I was standing, perhaps waiting for someone, in some little field at the foot of one of a few hills. Abruptly and maybe intermittently (they might have been digging at least twice), some beavers or groundhogs started burrowing mere feet away from me into the hill, and the earth that they were digging up was pelting me.

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oneirologue twenty eight

So, new decade (couple of weeks into it, actually). Maybe arbitrary, however shall take this opportunity to thank those of you who follow, check on, or even just read a post or two once on here.

16 January 2020. Like many other dreams, “home” seemed to be some location that I’ve visited in waking life or rather a hybrid of various familiar locations; in this case i was exiting a room of a friend’s house that, within the dream, was apparently my room. It may have been Christmas Eve, since when i saw a Slave I toy set (LEGO?) similar to one I’d been given by my Grandma on Christmas Eve more than thirteen years ago, I asked why it hadn’t been wrapped and got the impression that it was for me. So I proceeded to swim out in a region that was an amalgam of the beach/ocean near my current residence and Forge World in Halo: Reach, wait for a low, flat freight boat to pass in a circling parade of such watercraft, and placed on one of the boats the figures from the play set and possibly the Slave I ship itself. 

The following part of the dream that I remember is difficult to describe apart from that it was at some crowded family party in a house(/restaurant?) similar to that in my previous neighborhood yet the scene changed or was somehow simultaneously a restaurant in a quite lonely sort of mall plaza. It’s difficult both due to the confusing effect of it seemingly being two locations at once as described above, as well as that many personally distressing events seemed to occur, namely relatives fighting or at least tension and passive-aggressive comments obviously present between them, and the building seemed to be haunted. I think I ran around outside (another confusing aspect of this dream was that it seemed to shift between decent weather in late daytime, overcast, and nighttime) circling the plaza, trying to find the entrance, presumably that which I must have gone through before. 

The next and last segment of the dream that I remember involved my return to the oceanic hybrid region, this time with my cockatiel, with the initial goal of finding the boat that had the toys I’d placed on it and retrieving them, yet my bird flew off, apparently trying to return to me albeit having trouble doing so in such a vast region, so my goal became reuniting with the bird. Though I believe this new objective was eventually successful, it required much time and effort, including climbing onto ridges of varying elevation on which there were a few random people with whom I may have briefly spoken. His (my bird’s) cage was on one of these ridges.

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Should preface this with that there’s potentially triggering content. Written for an assignment pertaining to aeration/visual caesurae (format/spacing of text) in late November 2017 right before the end of a semester during which a lot happened.

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oneirologue twenty six

In early July (or maybe late June) 2019, i dreamt that a friend of mine was furious in the driveway of some McDonald’s, as he wasn’t given his change or something, so he travelled through the intercom at the drive thru and confronted the staff, of whom four or so ambushed him back in the drive thru, one of whom electrocuted him with a stun gun. He was then recovering in some sort of tub in an upper floor (placed upon some of the stairs ascending to which were some Lego minifigures) of some elegant multiple story house.

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oneirologue twenty five

Late June/early July 2019. A group of maybe ten people at most, including myself (as tends to be the case in dreams, didn’t recognize/can’t recall exactly who the others were, though recall having spoken with a couple of friendly men), slept in a fairly small room with sleeping bags as well as a bed or two. Later, I was on a long enclosed water slide with a grid design similar to shouji room dividers that looped at least once, which was fun!

Another dream from either May or June involved many praying mantises that may have been in a chicken coop.

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oneirologue twenty four

Been too damn long and have been having vivid dreams lately, so oneirologue ahoy!! Monday 15 April. On some vast college campus making plans with someone, then rowing some long boat (may have flipped over at some point), reaching some forest island. On this island, looked through shrubbery (not unlike the mildly wooded area between the beach and the rye field) then hiked a while; ended up at some drawbridge that appeared to have been guarded by a moose, caribou, or reindeer. I went around a towering barricade obstructing the bridge (on and around which was some amount of people) though i do not remember what happened after I went onto the bridge. 21 April. Was on the upmost floor of some enormous mall, apartment, and/or airport and threw a model airplane down to the ground floor; a real airplane (possibly inflatable?) seemed to have appeared there, or at least I worried that there may be an actual one that would be damaged by the impact of the plummeting model plane. After that, went down (in an elevator, I think) to the ground floor to retrieve the model; can't recall if it was a successful endeavor, and there was debris and numerous balloons down there.

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the signs as Hilda characters

Aries: Twig the Deerfox

Taurus: Wood Man

Gemini: The Raven

Cancer: Johanna (Hilda’s Mother)

Leo: Librarian

Virgo: Alfur

Libra: Frida 

Scorpio: Kelly the Marra

Sagittarius: Hilda

Capricorn: Jorgen the Giant

Aquarius: Victoria Van Gale

Pisces: David

Just finished watching this series and it’s astounding. If anyone here who’s also watched it begs to differ on any of the above, please share your thoughts

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oneirologue twenty three

July seems to have been a prolific month in terms of weird dreams (not just this year, however; in general), so how about at least describing some kind of interesting motifs that have recurred throughout otherwise unremarkable dreams?

In one, I was in the neighborhood in my hometown in which I spent nearly a decade of my life (same as that which was described in the previous oneirologue), exploring a stream in the area that, characteristic of dreams, was quite different from how it is in reality, considerably larger, wider, and clearer, with some little cascades. I was following the stream from some distance back to my neighborhood, hopping from rocks and rooftops of sheds or tiny houses, at one point wading or swimming in it. 

Eventually, I found myself in a setting that has appeared in a few dreams now, some post-industrial wasteland sort of setting (my hometown, at least much of the section in which I lived, could be described as such, though there’s nothing quite like this there, at least to my knowledge), a spillway, perhaps, beside a much larger river, with a steep sluice or conveyor belt up which I may have climbed. A laborer or laborers in [a] construction vehicle(s) may have interacted with me here at some point.

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oneirologue twenty two

Another one from last month. In a place that resembled the partly fenced-in yard of an uphill neighbor in my hometown, someone I knew at the time when I first posted this in 2018 was standing on the sidewalk in front of the fence off to the side when I caught sight of a rabbit in the neighbor’s yard through an opening in the fence. I pursued it, chasing it through the yard for a moment before catching it and carrying it over to the person, who, though standing and having turned to make eye contact with me, was unconscious/”empty.” I tagged the person with the bunny, thus restoring the person’s consciousness, at which point the bunny was dropped to the ground and disappeared.

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oneirologue twenty one

Mid-July 2018. Dreamt that I was supposed to prepare some report on Shellder though was procrastinating and the manager from my main place of employment harshly scolded me for this. Likely based on an unpleasant experience in waking life almost five years ago (though the subject of that project on which I was procrastinating was not on a Pokemon, as should have maybe gone without saying).

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oneirologue twenty

Early June 2018. The interior of a grocery store has been a recurring dream setting. Also dreamt that I entered some sort of circular convenience store while it was raining outside, browsing through the refrigerated prepared cuisine and beverage dispensers and possibly interacting with other customers/cashiers there. One elaborate dream initially took place in a boarding house/lodge/hotel (close relatives and possibly friends as well present though not always accompanying) in a rural setting (overcast day) near a lake, at one point having a group discussion with someone standing in front of the window in a side room and others clustered in the room, and at another uneasily walking on stairs. Later, in someone’s vehicle, two others (haven’t the slightest as to who, exactly) and I travelled through the area, now nighttime, reaching a vast, desolate grassy dune region as aurora borealis/projected film reels played all around and in the sky.

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lunatic tangent

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLm56xLepPk&feature=youtu.be

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oneirologue nineteen

Week of 22 January 2018. In one night’s dream, I was travelling, at least partially on foot, to either of the bordering states, perhaps to see some family member. After walking along what seemed to be a bike path for some time, at one point taking side trails that led into water (probably not very deep) in which much vegetation was floating/had grown, “too marshy,” I glided over it, enjoying a bird’s eye view over the path, and ultimately dropping into whatever small town was my apparent destination. I remember trying to land on some tall structure, a windmill or steeple perhaps.

In another, wearing only a towel I emerged from a recreation center at which I occasionally swim. Keeping my gaze low, averted from any potential eye contact with any of the other people around, I took a sharp right, keeping in that direction, and was walking among various rides. There was a ride for which I was specifically searching for some reason, likely an anti-gravity ride, but as I passed spinning teacups and a carousel, walking along a steep grassy area off to the side of the rides, an officer with a baton accosted me. Though I can’t recall how, I somehow escaped.

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“poem” from notes (January 2018) two

Auspicious, what you ought but if you can’t then others develop suspicion

Object of pity, scorn, derision

Glass breaking on an infinite loop

To resist existence (redundant seed)

What was it that you’d said?

To speak of the self almost as though already dead.

Flagellant pauses and stares, silent, finding the few gazes not turned away are of no consequence.

Onto this you attach the notion, then, elated, dispose of it

You with your hopes of a good world

And I with my dreams of extinction

Through vast speckled space our perspectives twirled

Until they and we lost vision.