The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy

I had a dream earlier this morning where my mom's physical condition became progressively worse and it made me anxious about if it's even possible to live independently anymore. After I woke up, Aaron mentioned we could move to the Netherlands if push comes to shove but I'd miss my friends

My friend Chris has his own local tabletop RPG going from within our friend group irl called space D&D, which as of writing this I have made a character for and have been excited to play, but it's kept getting delayed for whatever reason. In this dream, I was at my old house waiting for him to be online for it, working on my Scottish accent for the character I intended to play. I asked my fiance what he thought and he jokingly said it was a 5 or 6/10 accent. I was in the kitchen when I saw chris and a few other people on a call, so I excitedly bolted upstairs and got on the call while shouting "YEEEAAAAHHHH!!!". I joined as people were talking about their families, but I could tell something was off in their intonation, along with the fact that I didn't recognize a lot of the voices in the call. With this realization, I started to feel defeated and frustrated, because by this point I could tell none of this was real. I then woke up.

I was observing a wedding between a muslim woman and some white dude outside of the commissary where I work and it devolved into a debate on gay marriage. I was on my computer looking at the imaginary track "horns don't work" off of my actual 2017 album "another whisper in the wall" when someone (possibly the groom) came up to me and asked whar I thought, after which I had an intense mental breakdown where I expressed that I didn't care and just wanted to look at Reddit, which I was presently scrolling for memes about estrogen. Afterwards I was trying to find a good guitar tone for my new album because the night before irl I was watching a video where in the comments section they were talking about how a low gain guitar tone with a punchy kick drum and thick bass tone can sound super heavy. In the dream I was tweaking the track "answer the phone" off of my 2021 album "The Sawn Off Horn". For whatever reason, this was in a real life interface, for lack of a better term. I was outside a building and the different mixing channels that you would normally find in FL Studio were hidden inside bushes. Once I found the distortion plugin for the guitar, I woke up.

I remember that the dream involved me playing roblox harmlessly at first, however things quickly took a dark turn when I went to see four of my friends, one of which is one I have in real life.

For no particular reason, I started doing unspeakable things to them, depriving each of them of one of their five senses. One of them lost their hearing because I jammed a knife so far into their ear canal that I punctured the ear drum, one of them lost the ability to speak, and one of them was both deaf, blind, and mute, and possibly incapable of feeling anything. Another one was locked in a shower. For whatever reason, none of them reacted to any of this, and one of them seemed to almost enjoy it. After all was said and done, I kinda just left them there in the bathroom that this had been done in. My friend Ren was horrified by what I did and publicly called out not me but the action of what I did. No one else cared, but I felt guilty the entire time regardless. I remember going on an episode of either the Simpsons, Malcolm in the middle, or both to confess to my crimes, but I couldn't talk about it because they were only interested in things that would make them money, so hal talked with an interviewer in a kitchen about the time one of his kids did something stupid. Regardless, the whole ordeal was an experience of handling guilt. A few of the locations I was in included inside a giant hardware store-ish thing, outside a shopping center, in a bathroom, and on a TV set.

One of the people I desecrated looked like max, another like trinity, and another looked like a small electronica musician I saw live once. I feel horrible about all of this and would never wish harm on any of those people. One of them is a somewhat close friend, another one is extremely nice, and the musician seemed cool.

The fact that this dream was had after I started feeling like school was falling apart isn't a coincidence. I'm glad I have Aaron comforting me right now.

I had a funny dream this morning where a kid asked me out by giving me an apple and saying "hint hint", followed by him giving me another apple without saying anything after five seconds. I turned him down because he said he was 15 but he looked and sounded like he was 11. I was in a larger version of the school and had just gotten out of a classroom where mrs. Austin had long, pink hair and Edynn sat parallel to me.

The first dream involved some kind of deal at some guy's house in the neighborhood I grew up in. I remember a bike with no rider riding itself into me on the road. It seemed to turn the opposite direction of the one I turned, but I guess I decided to tackle it head-on like an idiot.

The second dream seemed a bit cut down the middle. One part was about helping my mom see which clothes would work for her. I'd put on the shirts and since we look so similar I guess, I'd make the judgement for her based on how I looked in it.

The second part was about an upcoming catastrophe where magma would erupt out of every hole in the ground and flood the earth. Our idea was to cover all of the holes except for one so that even if a large part of the earth was still scorched, there would at least be a safe zone on the other side of the planet. This mainly took place at my current school, and I remember sean from elementary and middle school texting me about something while I was trying to help not get myself killed.


There was a pink, thin long-sleeved shirt my mom didn't want to look good on her but it looked okay on me so I told her it somewhat suited her and she half-jokingly sweared under her breath.

The first dream involved some kind of deal at some guy's house in the neighborhood I grew up in. I remember a bike with no rider riding itself into me on the road. It seemed to turn the opposite direction of the one I turned, but I guess I decided to tackle it head-on like an idiot.

The second dream seemed a bit cut down the middle. One part was about helping my mom see which clothes would work for her. I'd put on the shirts and since we look so similar I guess, I'd make the judgement for her based on how I looked in it.

The second part was about an upcoming catastrophe where magma would erupt out of every hole in the ground and flood the earth. Our idea was to cover all of the holes except for one so that even if a large part of the earth was still scorched, there would at least be a safe zone on the other side of the planet. This mainly took place at my current school, and I remember sean from elementary and middle school texting me about something while I was trying to help not get myself killed.


There was a pink, thin long-sleeved shirt my mom didn't want to look good on her but it looked okay on me so I told her it somewhat suited her and she half-jokingly sweared under her breath.