/b/ — Off Topic

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.

My friends barged into my room without warning, seating themselves comfortably wherever. I yanked the blanket up to cover myself, but unwittingly we were then chatting away like usual. It wasn't until minutes in that I realized I was still ill-dressed.
I endured the surging interest in my pajamas and slipped out toward the bathroom to change. Behind me, I heard them greeting a some new girl that had arrived.
"Whoa, you changed fast.”
“Yeah vaurzi, when did you get so tall?” laughter.
By the time I had finished plotting revenge and walked back in, the room's attention was once again back to me. One friend complimented my outfit, putting too much emphasis on how cute I looked. (Any amount is too much, I’m not cute...) Another just went for it and questioned my age outright.
This is when I started shouting.

Even in my dreams, I’m apparently not safe from real life teasing… (ﾟ血ﾟ#)

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.