Dl1 - On a bus, looking out the window at street going by. Notice that a tall slim man in a long coat is peeking at me every now and then. Trying not to meet my gaze. Snooping on me.
I get off and head into a market place but he is still tailing me. At a stall selling miscellaneous crap, handbags and things, he is standing right the other side as I feel is blocking my route further. I retrace my steps but cannot lose him.
Dl2 - Repeating dream -> when I say repeating I mean it seems to go on for ages with something the same/similar happening I often get these. Does anyone else I wonder. Like a thought going round and round.
Archangels are being visualised in greater and greater detail each cycle giving increased chance of incubations success. They seem to be getting different details/colours as they get higher. Each time it is getting harder to do.
Dl1 - Driving around the neighborhood, indistinct local roads, all very grey. Collide with other car driver (old ds). Agree to give him some more and pull out wad of cash. But trick him, the money is not to fix his car but to pay for him to do some work for me.
He has to write a long essay for me.
Dl2 - In an office, im given a form that has been filled out. I must change the form as its all filled out incorrectly: wrong address, lots missing. I fill out some details then ring firm to check they have not acted on application yet. It's ok there is still time to change the details before they go live on their system. The application is fraudulent, all the needed information is taken from random spurious sources.
Dl3 - A country had been invaded by someone. I can see a kind of zoomed out view of the country with the natives highlighted black and the invading army highlighted in red.
It shows there are far more invaders that native peoples and where highest concentrations are.
I am standing on a hillside (zoomed out) overlooking the shores of the other country and far off towns, undersiege. I need to save the country. I abseil down cliffs to the beach below. There are some caves below the chalk cliffs.
A bearded man asks if I want to buy some vials of earth. The earth is in different colours and is good for your health. I buy some and taste it, it's disgusting.
He then sells me a selection of balloon like worms of different colours. I take one out and it crawls/slides onto my face. This one is whitish in colour, looks a bit like intestines. Every hair on my body stands up as it crawls over my lips and feeds on me. I try to move it away and it goes onto my neck. I scream inwardly Aaaaaaaaaa!!!!
Dl4 - I go across the sea and again see a zoomed out view of all the important towns and roads. I choose to land away from the main towns where the land slopes down. I travel through some weird stick forest, where the trees are like giant twigs. I manage to get through without being spotted.
Again, I see zoomed out view of towns on hillside. I set fire to a giant CD, shiny silver and roll it at town at bottom of the hill. It sets fire to the town and a chain reaction is set in motion as town after town is set ablaze.
The main towns do not realise until it is to late and the battle is won.
The leaders of the opposing army are brought to meet with the other sides leaders.
All seems victorious until a knight of the other sides army grabs a gigantic sword, claymore and proceeds to cut everyones heads off in one swing. Leading to a sudden reversal of fortunes.
The bit with the worms were too vivid and bit with the earth was the first time I recall tasting anything in a dream...I think.
Updated 11-03-2015 at 06:53 PM by 88638
Notes since the last update:
1. In a town and I kept getting turned around. Someone I trusted was supposed to meet me but hadn't. I find a street corner and read the sign, it tries to blur out initially but I fix that and force it to settle. I call the person on my cell and tell him where I am. He says he's on his way. Night is falling, I walk into a nearby sandwich shop. I'm standing inside the shop, looking at the counter. No employees or patrons, just the eerie buzzing of the electric current running through the neon signage. It's peaceful here--being lost. The silence is calming, it's almost like it isn't real, I'm not real.
A man interrupts me, we move to continue the conversation at a metal table outside. He's said something to make me laugh. I feel happy, at ease. Then the person I'd called earlier arrives and I remember who I am--it seems I had forgotten for a few moments. A rather nice sensation, to be honest. I stand and politely excuse myself.
2. I began in a forest, darkness, noticed yellow light nearby, went toward that. I arrived in a parking lot and looked around. This is when I noticed both my parents dead. The scene gave the impression it was car accident, given the position of their bodies and their injuries. Then comes the aftermath of coping with the consequences of their death, something I was greatly surprised by, given both their experience with cancer. Was quite sad.
3. A woman has helped me move my most beloved memories into a filing cabinet (which resembles the one from my waking life), and when the two men with electric saws arrive their efforts to break in are unsuccessful. Being not lucid, I can't seem to figure out how their saws are unable to break through an old, dented filing cabinet. It's not even locked.
4. A tiger gives a random appearance and as I move to protect people in a building from it, a black and white dog interacts with it right outside the door I'm holding shut. It turns out the tiger is young and not aggressive, given its behavior with the dog. Dream fades once I've made that determination--although I notice a second tiger keeping a distance.
5. I stumble upon a scene where a young girl is being murdered. I fast-forward past the actual killing, seeing it but not in detail, then slow it to regular speed once the forensic team arrives. One of the women crawl beneath a shelf in the girl's room to get a better view or understanding and I do so too. There's a moment where I'm staring at the ceiling, much like how I'd seen the girl do, lost in the moment. I walk outside, about to leave, past a wall, but I turn around to the entrance. There are rusty bikes, vines, a broken sidewalk, old newspapers. This area gives me trouble--I'm aware there are bones beneath the old papers and soil. Bones of young children. I'm torn between actually digging through the soil to confirm my suspicion and leaving it be. The longer I'm here, the more I seem to know or ... remember, though that's such a strange consideration. As I'm trying to understand it, I become spooked and decide I don't want to know, I can't handle this, whatever this is. Not right now. Dream fades.
6. I emerge in another place, with much lighter emotions. I'm following up on something I had set into motion prior and while doing this, Sen pops in. Very much NOT part of the scene I was experiencing. He asks me if I have a moment, he wants to ask me something. I tell him sure, just let me finish this. Can't recall what I was doing but I finished and was set to wake. During the waking process (~a ten second transition at most) I remember Sen wanted to ask me something. I try to remain in the dream, wanting to go back to that, but it slips away and I wake.
From October 11, 2015:
I awaken to find myself standing in a small room and gazing at a mattress on the ground with two female forms splayed across. A darkened entity goes unnoticed until I move one of the forms, sending her away. The other form is already dead or not worth saving, the same assessment really. Once the one girl leaves the entity becomes animated and begins staggering in my direction. I back up slowly, not sure what it will do. As it emerges into the light I notice the dark brown leathery skin, no real face, a very ugly creature. Very ugly and angry creature. I enter a white-walled hallway, picking up my pace. I'm not under the impression that it's dangerous but there's an acute concern to remain out of its reach.
As I emerge from the hallway I enter a library, lucidity hits as I'm actively searching for an exit. I phase through a bookcase, turning it into a door, cross over, turn a corner, repeat. What raises my concern is the creature was able to follow me, though not directly through the same doors--it had created its own doors. For a few crossings we remained just a single bookcase away from one another. I begin phasing through walls, using those as doorways. Countertops too. Some walls were more solid than others, random pushes revealed softened doorways.
Eventually I lose her while discovering that I've arrived in a mall with many other people. I exit the small only to be greeted by a horde of vampires. One of the vampires attaches itself to my neck, like a leech. Being unable to remove him, I call for help. While there's no sense of pain from being suctioned onto, I notice my mental awareness is fading quickly. It reminds me of being drunk and I notice the slow yet consistent decrease in focus; this concerns me, prompting me to act now while still able to.
I shout again, calling out for a specific person though I had trouble concentrating and I'm not entirely sure who I was calling out for. My focus and vision was swirling in a chaotic tornado of information. Sensory overload and I was shutting down. I see a man appear, one who is vampire like them. However he's selective of his food source and was more enlightened, I suppose. He pulls the guy off my neck and genuinely seems annoyed with me. He informs me I have two (lives?) left. That makes little sense to me, I've no clue what he's referring to.
Going back into the mall I run into three women. These women remind me of nuns because their hearts are open, a clear willingness to help. They offer to pray for me, which I understand to mean heal me. I agree, but when they begin a baby begins to cry. I focus on the baby, its darkened heart, and I tell the nuns to help it instead of me. I'm an adult, will survive regardless. They refuse my request and I settle down, prepared to receive their prayer. As they begin the offering of their own energy, I inhale their gift; taking in their energy, much like drawing a liquid through a straw. I notice it takes less than a minute of meditation on my end to feel back to normal. They are very--potent. Which is a nice change. One speaks for the group and informs me to stop, which I do. There is an urge to continue feeding but do as they ask.
A short while later I bump into a man. I know his character, but not him. I view him as an actor and go on to ask about his character's trajectory. I'm concerned he is near to his character's death and am disheartened with this idea. He mentions a trailer and reminds me of having viewed it. He explains he's nowhere near to being retired. It's simply an intermission and right now a group of us are occupying his cafe, he's reading and researching, offering less opportunity for direct interaction but that's alright as I was doing something similar.
1. Lucid, I'm with a man and someone else. An avalanche is approaching and I quickly tell the man we need to leave. He goes in the wrong direction, the direction where I'll wake. I explain my issue and he comes with me in the opposite direction. He's carrying a 'magical' book and needs to put it together and I try to help him but a different man interrupts. I've managed to stay asleep but we need to keep moving. I tell him we need to leave this place entirely. It's making me unstable. We jump to a rooftop, I attempt a magical spell that has absolutely no creativity in the command, but it's the best I have in this reality-based location. He leads me to a dream location, one that's much more stable but now he's vanished. I walk into a building where I watch as my belongings have been packed and stored. It seems I've been away for a long time. The people don't see me, but I experience some sense of relief. Closure for them in doing this. A woman specifically--daughter?
2. I'm on a long stretch of road, searching for a vague place where a meeting is to be held. There's a turn off leading to a parking lot but I'm careful and don't want to get out yet. I decide this isn't the place and return to the road, though a block away I have a strong urge to turn back. Traffic picks up and it's difficult to backtrack, taking a while, but eventually I arrive in the parking lot. I meet with a woman I seem to know. I tell her we've gone too far, the mall area we're walking near is at the border of this 'place' and we need to gain a more central position. I lead her to the center.
Once here, I experience a strong sense of recognition. I pass through glass automatic doors into a dimly lit room. There's a painting on the wall I notice. This is a classy location though I'm reminded it isn't real. Then again, what is 'real'. For now this place is real as I'm currently experiencing it; a shared location. I look down and notice my bare feet, begin thinking of how I wish this place accommodated better. I mention this dream accommodation to the woman I'm walking with then look back to my feet. Feet are blurry but I notice I'm wearing black sandals, the left is on my right foot and the right on my left foot. Clearly this could use some work, though I can't feel the sandals and figure there's no sense fixing or removing them. It is but a minor detail and there are larger concerns at the moment.
When I emerge onto a deck area I notice a group of ten or so. We are all waiting. An announcement is made. A way of recognizing another like ourselves (dream beings, demons, I'm unsure which aspect was up for recognition). They way we kiss, there's something about our nipples? It made sense when hearing it but doesn't make sense now as I'm trying to describe it. Immediately after this a woman with a sheer top caught my interest. Her nipples became my focus, wondering how that knowledge could be applied. Interesting to note was the reactions of those present. They seemed highly relieved to have a method of recognition--which made me wonder, are we that difficult to recognize that we can't do so even among ourselves? Apparently not.
There's a pier, a boat, a man on the boat. He's seated. I'm kinda just passing through the area, following something, not sure. I step onto the boat and feel his eyes on me. I stop, having felt the peak of awareness. I delve into that awareness to see what piqued the interest. I'm listening to his thoughts. He's commenting to himself that I'm the woman in his vision. I'm curious now, what vision? I see the vision play for me, I see myself falling off the boat, the wetness. I yank myself out of his awareness, thinking to myself that I hadn't fallen in the water. So it's not as though his vision played out. As I'm considering this, I'm growing concerned of falling into the water. If I'm not careful my own awareness will drag me into the water. Instead of that, I quickly step off the boat. He kinda watches with a fair level of curiosity. Nothing exciting really, just something he's noting in his mind. I find that odd. I find him odd.
I'm in some sort of military training classroom. There is a man in clean civilian clothes (white shirt), with dark black hair and eyeglasses teaching the classroom, and we're not sure what to call him. So we try "Drill Sergeant", but that doesn't seem to make any sense, since he's performing that function in civilian clothes.
I'm in a cave and see a beautiful woman leap into the water. Her beauty in the way she moves, her silence and gracefulness. Once she enters the water others join her. They're guiding, then attempt to trap her. I jump into the water, make an attempt to follow her, the scene changes into a maze. The natural rock that was once before is no longer. She's trapped within this maze, hunted. The others are shooting an underwater arrow at her and after some observation I notice they can't see her unless the arrow touches her. Knowing what she's attempting to do I leap into her body and attempt to help her.
Now we're both swimming. I'm urging her in various directions but after awhile there are four people in the water and the maze has become a simple square. There is no escape. I leave her for a moment to observe from the top of the square. I'm noting how calm she is given the situation, especially having shared a mind her with. She hasn't panicked or given up; she's fighting. A man arrives and leaps into the water. He grabs her and they vanish, but my perspective travels with them (?)
He releases her in a different environment, then him and another man go to a motel for the night. The one that saved the woman is being questioned by the friend about having some sort of stature. The friend had asked something like, "Hey, aren't you one of the (Avengers)?" I remember laughing, thinking that was cheesy and while he's not an 'Avenger' he is of that stature. The man replies that yeah, he is that. The friend asks why they're staying at a motel then...implying there should be a house at the very least.
The history plays out for me visually, as I'm wondering the same thing. Turns out the man had been attacked, house destroyed by a fire, he currently has no place to go. Both the man and the friend see the irony in the situation, yet the man makes no mention of the fire to his friend.
I watch the pair arrive in their room. One of them mentioned the couch. Neither of them bother turning on the lights so the scene is very dark and fading. I remember thinking over the entire situation from when I first saw that woman on the side of the cliff, prior to her leap into the water--noting how she could have never known the man was coming, yet she displayed all the confidence of knowing things would turn out alright; even when threatened with her death. My thoughts drift to the man. Although he has more ability than most, he questions the meaning of his actions, seeing them as insignificant.
I find him and the woman an odd pair.
Quick notes from June 30:
-movies, restrooms, outside, my feet are bare, search for slippers, find spider or plant slippers, decide to go barefoot.
-Looking for someone. Watching from a car in the parking lot. Basketball courts.
-Town. Playing a simple role until I find an Asian man. We transition into a bedroom. This part is especially vivid. I'm reclined on a king size bed, seated in the middle of it, he's absentmindedly pacing at the foot of the bed. My left arm is spread out touching the sheets; I bend each knee and the sensation of the sheets feel silky. He's providing me a vision of our future--a lecture. I see it as he tells me how we'll move from town to town, searching for others like us. He tells me I must end friendships with anyone military related as they couldn't be trusted (this was because we had a secret to keep, though I couldn't tell what exactly--the concern was the conflict of interest and he was wanting to be exceptionally safe as it concerns to our survival). He tells me we will do this so I can continue being a 'girl'. I understand him to mean he'd like to protect my innocence and privacy...so that I/we can live a normal life. I appreciate his effort but silently note the flaws in this arrangement. One of which is his lack of freedom. Though I know he's not concerned with himself, but I am.
He walks to the side of the bed to continue talking. This is when I notice his dark hair is wrapped in a similarily dark cloth. He's a thoughtful friend, protective. I'm just not convinced I need protecting but upon more thought I realize protection can come in many forms. Being shielded from speculation is a form of protection.
-Conversation with a very old friend. He's asking me if I'm jealous that a close friend of mine and him 'hooked up' (they had hooked up in the tonal recently). I give his question thoughtful consideration before answering honestly. I tell him that I had liked him a decade ago, in that way. However, I'm not one to push relationships and am generally guarded. I had no expectation that him and I would end up in a relationship--our trajectories were different and I saw that future. Now that my friend is in a relationship with him and I have heard her stories of the unfolding, I've seen the trajectories manifest. So while I am somewhat disapointed, I can't say I'm jealous. They are appropriate for one another and I don't desire the relationship they have with one another (they're ex-fuck buddies). He doesn't believe me (lol). I look around the room at the people in the surrounding environment (classroom from our middle school). He walks away with a slight look of both belief and disbelief. I make no effort to convince him; he'll either believe me or he won't. I'm no better or worse either way.
I'm lingering in the void, not a novel location by any means, but I'm viewing it in a new way. Apparently the void is a special place used by Tibetan Buddhists to reach enlightenment. I just don't quite get it. There is nothing to do here, nothing to see, if I run a simulation (dream) then the void is voided. I pace in the area, make circles, walk around in drunken lines. I jump. Nothin'. I've the feeling I'm missing something obvious. Perhaps the void is used to simply be--with lack of desire and action. Like another way to experience meditation. I just don't know how I'd determine if that's the correct use of the void. Maybe I can ask someone, although there is nobody here. Heh, I could ask myself, though that doesn't seem ideal.
Mid-pondering I'm joined by another. We enter a discussion where I'm attempting to conceal my state of contentment, happiness. He accuses me of being in possession of happiness. I make no confirmation of that as I think it irrelevant. He notes a physical symptom--I happen to be radiating a deep yellow colored energy. I tell him he must be mistaken. I comment that he seems especially pleased. He's not even trying to hide it; with a lil pep in his step, bouncy energy. He nods, has his arms behind his back, relaxed but also deep in thought. To see him happy actually brings me a deep sense of contentment. I know I could be super excited and show it, but I'm working. I'm expected to remain impartial and void of emotion, so I do that.
My prior DG asks me if I've noticed. I ask noticed what. The changes in his waking self; his efforts at being heard have improved. I nod--but I don't get the significance of the event. I tell him I really like one of his theories--or ranther an opinion; and I appreciate he may be a resource for my studies regarding that topic (dreaming). Unfortunately, I'm considering not using him to help myself. Just as I'd considered not using him as a DG. We are associates but the complexity of our dynamic is bothersome. I find avoidance to be the best option, so I've been doing that mostly. He asks if I'm willing to risk the loss of knowledge for the sake of my ego. I explain it's not just an issue of ego. He's unreliable with interests wandering from one topic to the next, unfinished projects, there's not a lot of consistency in his communication and depth of interest. I understand, have moments like that too, but when people are involved I'm able to lengthen my interest because I care that they've invested a significant amount--I'd like to see them succeed.
Being dark and mysterious is for romance novels, not for making real changes in the world. Transparency is where it's at, yo. He doesn't seem to appreciate my lack of seriousness. He says he can only do so much, it's steps for him, we all grow and develop and then he uses me as an example. I understand what he's saying but remain reluctant.
I begin explaining 'the puzzle' to him: what I have in my life, my objective for this life (academia related), and he knows where I've come from. I ask him where he sees himself. He places a single dot in the middle of my design.
Later in dreaming an attractive woman finds me. Wants to sex me. I consider the opportunity--favorably. She informs me she even does 3-somes. This opens up many more opportunties; I'm excited now. I take her home, gift her to my husband, and then leave. She's sexy and has the most attractive personality--polite, curious, light-spirited.
At some point I'm at a house with a pool. I'm observing a man find his house with a pool filled with strange kids. I follow the man into the main house and notice the high-end technology in his kitchen, but fail to comment on it. The man tells me it's the latest technology. I tell him I know. By this point I'm thinking of how it's bad form to mention the great quality of what one owns as that sort of thing generally speaks for itself. Except in the case of people.
"The things you look for in really bad terrorists -- like a beard." And the guy is some actor whose name I can't think of.Some online comic/game in a forum with a female elf/dwarf.
From the night before last:
I'm upset with a man. I'm under the impression we're either married or intimate, possibly both. The terms of our arrangement are exclusive so when I find him with another woman I'm surprised. Granted I hadn't been in love with him so his violation of terms wasn't especially hurtful, but I'm disappointed that now I must end the arrangement. I'm staring at the pair of them while also observing the timeline change. I can't work with someone I can't trust; breaking an agreement sets a tone of mistrust. Given our agenda, he was to be very useful. The timeline fades and the result is less impressive with his absence. Given this result I'm rearranging the sequence, trying to see if there's another way to get the task completed. I find just one alternative.
Dream changes. I'm walking with another man into an area that resembles a shopping center. Others are inviting us further inside while the masses are rushing toward the exit. Their eagerness to have us enter further is deceitful and when I search for the 'why' I see that we're to die here. It's not personal, there's just something about the man and me that fit their target audience. Nonetheless, seems like something I'd prefer to avoid. We turn around and leave. On our way out I see that man I'd had prior business with. I look at him from behind a tinted truck window. His truck window, oddly enough. Thing was, he had to be replaced. Replacing him changed a number of factors, regretfully. He doesn't seem to have any recollection that this was even his truck. It's as though his memories had been wiped clean of anything regarding our arrangement--including myself.
He's preparing to go inside the building. I'm aware he'll die here. When changes are made, an individual is saved, there's often a sacrifice. I wasn't expecting it to be him. I roll down my window and quietly say in regards to him, though not intending him to hear it, "I love you, Aiden." I've never liked goodbyes. I'm genuinely sad about this. I roll my window up.
Woke. Back asleep.
There's a house I've bought with a man and we scored in regard to the price. Our first night is spent downstairs in the living room and it isn't until I get up and accidentally find the restroom that I hear a loud clang. I'm startled and search for the source. After a few more ghostly experiences I realize this house is filled with demon inhabitants. Problem is I can't see them.
I go and inform the man. He's not bothered by the demons. I'm marginally bothered. Mainly because I hate being interrupted and 'home' should be a place with the least amount of interruptions. Selling would be a pain so I'm considering just coming to an agreement with them.
There's another house. The scene is shaky and I'm experiencing difficulty keeping myself here. I'm with a man again and we're hunting down a single, elusive entity. There's an overtone of darkness which makes the search interesting for me.
As I'm following the path toward that entity, I arrive at a field, follow the field to a large castle. There's at least hundreds of people here trying to attack the castle and the chaotic mess is something I want to weed through quickly, if I can. I manage to climb the castle and while at the top of it I notice a black sand beach. Lucidity begins kicking in as I look from the castle to the beach. I recognize the beach is higher than the land, so I must be dreaming. Now lucid I decide to explore the beach instead. I jump in. Others join me. It's gorgeous. So gorgeous that I'm losing the dream entirely as I begin to pass out in the water. A man's voice chimes in, narrator style: These waters are filled with crocodiles.
I open just one eye and look at the water. It's now murky with a green tinge to it. My other eye opens and I look around for the voice. That was entirely not necessary.
I can't find the source of the voice but I know I recognize it. It's the same narrator voice I've been hearing in dreams. Looking around everyone is still swimming. I'm trying to persuade my mind to forget the crocodile idea, but it's one of those things that's been set into motion and I feel it building. I continue my determination in forgetting the idea and return to floating on my back. The idea isn't fading. Seconds later a gator nose appears over my stomach. I've failed. I grab the nose and close it, then guide the gator in another direction.
The other swimmers scream and rush out of the water. I'm taking my time, being sure to complain to the voice that he got what he wants. I'll resume searching for that entity...because breaks are so overrated. We should work constantly, overextend ourselves, keep things chaotic and messy. Yes! Because that's what we do. Why should that change? I'll continue working for a mysterious voice, because transparency is so overrated too!
Pretty sure my enthused complaining is what caused me to wake.
We're reclined on a bed or couch. A man hands me a small glass. I take a shot. The room blurs after a second one. I'm laughing and stand for a second. The room spins faster. I giggle then collapse onto the plushy bed couch thing. He's staring at me. Offers another drink. I decline. It's obvious what he's doing; what's not obvious is why.
He tells me to try some pills. Tells me it'll make me feel better. I take the orange bottle and shake the pills around. Trying to figure out what type of pills they are. I can't tell. I hand them back. He refuses the bottle and pushes it back to me. I have a second look at the pills. Then at him. I sober myself up so I can get a better glimpse of his motives. I'm suddenly less bubbly about this experience. His goal isn't just sex. It's flirting along that agenda but it extends past it. May not even involve sex, but sex is definitely being used as a lure. I expected pointless down time by coming here--fun. I like letting my guard down, getting to be me. I hadn't expected games. Games like these are best played sober. I leave.
1. This dream played out like a movie, except instead of watching from the outside, I was a presence inside the girl’s head and I knew more about what was going on than her.
The girl is standing with a man. He asks her if she needs something to read, and when she says yes, asks which kinds of books she had. She answers, ‘nature and werewolves’. Apparently something had happened to her copies. I was waiting for him to react to the latter term because I ‘knew’ he was one.
He leaves, and she’s holding some kind of tablet of his. I think to snoop around in it but dismiss it. She puts it on the round table nearby.
She’s in a room. It’s really blurry here, but she gets really sick and pukes. She tries to reassure the man that it must be because she only ate twice that day. But I wonder if the man will suspect that it’s because she’s turning into a vampire herself and can’t process food normally anymore.
Meanwhile, I suddenly have this knowledge that the man is a vampire, and is looking for this sort of leader of the vampires, or at least his group, named Karen, and the girl could be her.
I remember that the girl had dark, longer hair with some kind of braided hairstyle. She was around 17-20 in age.
Inspiration: I’m wondering if the vampire thing naturally led to the girl being Elena from Vampire Diaries. IDK why I’m having so many werewolf dreams, they don’t even turn –into- werewolves in them!
2. Blurry fragment. I’m at this machine sitting on a counter looking at the option for these black plastic cups. You could get a smaller sized amount or 14. We needed 15 but I have no choice but to get the 14. Something about food. Gap. Mom is there and says something about being thankful for an extra cup being left there by someone. She pressed a button and a bucket thing with the cups in it starts descending down into the counter.
Inspiration: We have these sturdy plastic cups but there aren’t many left, and mom used some of them for something a couple of days ago and I was worried she was just going to throw them away after.
3. I was looking at some website that made me nostalgic. A lot of people made pages dedicated to certain things like a series or character, and they’d post a bunch of stuff on them like fanart and they were really popular, but they started getting deleted (maybe even by the people themselves) and then it sort of fell into disuse.
Inspiration: Gave me strong déjà vu, but I don’t recall a site like that. Maybe inspired by Tumblr+LJ, because I was thinking about it earlier.
4. Something about mom telling me Jack was working.
5. Grandma asks me about this cereal we have IWL, I answer back and she says that it’s going stale.
Inspiration: Me wondering if people would finish the cereal in time.