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in my dream i was in otaru with some japanese classmates of mine and we were trying to avoid the attention of the police by hiding out in this shady shopping district. i kept trying to order lunch cos i was hungry but when i ordered in japanese the clerks would reply in chinese and when i switched to chinese they would switch back to japanese

I recently had one that I was with my friend Clover. We had a radio, and like, a pair of those little foil packets for single-serving pills.

The voice on the radio said that we were going to go to hell, but we would be okay so long as we had goodness in us — and that the pills that had been issued to us contained 'goodness' and we could go ahead and swallow them.

The voice told us that we would become nauseous after we took the pills, but it was important for us to keep them down before we went to hell.

We took the pills, and we both got really nauseous. My friend said something kind of esoteric like, "I feel it — the purity of absence," and I cried and said, "There's nothing and it hurts."

We eventually stopped heaving, and we held hands, and walked into a building that was on fire, and then I woke up.

im usually too out of it when I wake up to remember or document much, with some exceptions. I recently had another one of my dreams that end with me cathartically beating the shit out of somebody. from my notes app, "beating ans scaring older guy with son in a diner, he hit him and im fuming mad. hes my boss, hes named Sherlock but he's like a police chief/director? wacking him over and over asking him how his son mjst feel"

i'm always getting chased, stalked, attacked, imprisoned, embarrassed in my dreams. i've yet to get an understanding as to why because none of these things have ever actually occurred to me. as far as i know.

sometimes people say that if bad things happen to you when you're really young you don't remember it. but i feel like i would.

i still remember this dream i had when i was a young lonely teenager where i became best friends ever with a dolphin named dolphy. we had our own secret world and it was this kind of dream that went on forever and felt so real. and then when i woke up i was really heartbroken that it wasn't real. i thought about it for days.. and i still clearly remember it. in retrospect i must've been a very sad kid...

This morning's dream was that I was homeless again. I was in my sleeping-bag, sleeping on the shopfloor of the convenience store outside of where I live now — I think they let me because they felt bad, and it was afterhours.

The morning-shift people had begun to filter in and told me I had to leave because the store was going to open. I had started to pack up, and discovered I had rolled a few banknotes tight and squashed them into the slots that hold pencil inside of my backpack.

I took them out after packing up and discovered I had stashed $79 or so.
I contemplated where I could go to eat, now that I could afford to, but woke up before I had decided upon an answer.

i once dreamt i was having dinner with hideo kojima at a paris-style sidewalk cafe. as we were sitting and chatting, there was a kid crossing the street next to us that suddenly got hit by a car. i panicked immediately and was like "holy shit we have to go help that kid". but kojima just looked at me and laughed and said "oh don't worry about that. that's just part of the game." then i felt really conflicted, because i wanted to go help the injured kid in the street, but i also didn't wanna disappoint kojima by ruining his game.

woke up very hungry from dream:

ai funeral subscription service where you practice morning living people to gain a better perspective on life and grow closer to those in yiur family, like some kind of therapy. "why didn't anyone know his favorite color of watercolor?" as an example of finding a blindspot in your love/knowledge of your child.

also included some kind of system where a smaller person would slip jnto this big shirt with another larger person so that they could hug and console you while being "adult size" for anyone. 2000s infomercial energy. ai generated photos and eulogies of the "deceased"

My dreams have a bizzare level of sensory accuracy to them. I can taste, smell, hear music and feel pain. I often get so pulled in by this that I'm completely unaware I'm dreaming while having full autonomy within the bounds of the dream. Last night I was dreaming I was repairing a heater and I burned my finger on a a part that was getting hot and shouldn't have been. I remember muttering to myself that it was designed by a moron. It felt like a real burn and running my fingers under cool water felt real too. I think that if I didn't feel pain, the illusion would have broken. Having realized I was dreaming, I would have tried to force something to happen. The dream would "break" from my attempt at lucidity and I would wake up. Lucid dreaming feels tantalizing close.

I was showing someone my collection of books in The Familiar series by Mark Z. Danielewski. This was a person who had already read House of Leaves and I was like, "hey, did you know he wrote these books as well? They're unfinished because it wasn't economically feasible; for practical and thematic reasons I wish he wrote it as a webnovel."

"Dreams where I just explain what I feel about something to someone" has become somewhat of a theme lately for some reason.

i tend to not remember much of dreams. i think i was swinging a halberd around recently, to what end i don't recall.

Woke at 2:34AM from a nightmare.
In my dream, I lived in some kind of post-apocalyptic collective. We would all pool resources.

There was an androgynous young man who would show up to trade with us, but we were wary of eachother. I thought he was very beautiful, and I remarked as much to another woman.

He wore a mask that concealed his nose and mouth, We called him "Schrödinger" because sometimes he was here and sometimes he wasn't.

Apparently, what could be given to Schrödinger was demarcated by like, a line on the floor. We would push what we wanted to given Schrödinger on one side of a line, and he would take it, and push what he had to the other side and leave, so we could take it.

This time, though, he took far more than what was set across the line. Everyone was kind of outraged, to include me. I spoke to the young girl I had previously been speaking to about Schrödinger's beauty, and she said, "He knows better. We've only ever given him what's been set across the line. It's always been the line. He stole."

I went and I spoke to Schrödinger and I told him that what he'd done had hurt the faith of the people I lived with.

He pulled his mouth-cover over his eyes like a blindfold and he began to roll a few canned goods back over the line. I asked why he'd done it, and suggested that I could talk to the other people about giving him more if he needed it, but that he shouldn't just take it.

He told me that we wouldn't be needing as much as we were holding onto — because we'd been purchased as livestock to produce meat. An immense dread washed over me, and I told him that it was disgusting, to manipulate our trust like that.

Schrödinger said "It's just a little secret to be fed in the dark, like yours — I know you weren't born a girl, but I can tell you have a capacity to nurture. This is why you get to go to childrearing even though you're effectively barren, and not just be eaten like the men."

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I told Schrödinger that I was not grateful for his 'charitable' interpretation of my gender identity, and he said that this is not what he was implying — I was a woman — but rather his very clinical assessment on my capacity to nurture no more, no less.

I awoke in a feverish sweat as armed escorts began separating us onto gender-segregated moving trucks

I really don't dream a lot? When I do it's nonsense, maybe because I'm too aware of what they are? Maybe it's just my bad emotional range. I'm always just a passive observer or a guy in a random context walking around and just don't feel all that connected to the situation at hand? Often I'm places I've been or frameworks I understand but even then it doesn't really have any particular natural flow to it most of the time, I think the amount of coherent dreams I remember having is actually in the single digits, maybe five of them or so

last night i dreamt that disney hired me to make a licensed watamote game for the wii. it followed tomoko as a junior in american high school after she'd already made a few friends. the gameplay mostly consisted of "run around and complete quests and minigames in a 3d environment", except everything was summer themed and you played as tomoko kuroki. she would draw the disney channel logo during every loading screen. i recall wanting to take the story in a darker direction after tomoko realizes something about yu when they go on a Suite Life on Deck cruise, but the higher-ups weren't very enthusiastic about it.

last night I dreamt I was with my friend Rainer, my main person for enjoying literature alongside. We were at a dinner hosted in the recently discovered private library of some recluse who'd just died. We shared a table with some Chinese undergrads. They were very sharp and funny and we were planning to continue hanging out with them after the dinner. Then another friend came through and passed us an herb called Clearing Clearingbreath. It didn't taste like anything except it gave the sensation of inhaling cool air.