Showing Off: I'm in a mall or super complex flying around. I'm wearing roller-skates and doing all sorts of aerial tricks for the audience below. I remember feeling a bit nervous, but also excited. I'm exploring all around the complex and working my way upward. I'm interested in exploring all of the different shops at different levels. At one point, the setting becomes Disneyland.
Updated 03-18-2024 at 03:45 PM by 99808
The world was an interactive painting! My mom appeared (she loves painting) and we started painting reality together. I reached out and smeared the mountains into the sky, then started digging out globs of paint from the sky. It peeled away and changed colors, having endlessly deep layers of different colored realities/paint underneathe. I decided to show my mom something, but as I moved in front of her, her arm broke. If i was nonlucid or this was waking life, I would have been horrified, apologized, rushed her to a doctor, etc. but knowing this was a dream, I was more concerned about the implications of this shift in tone. It being a dream, I chose that reality of dream mom breaking her arm because of my actions… We were having a great time, then something in me decided to change the dream scene to this. Of all things. Wallowing in distress and guilt for injuring her. Nope. Not wanting to let myself be emotionally manipulated by my own dream, I apologized and walked away, deciding to disengage before the scene could devolve further into the inevitable. Then a scam text woke me up.
Updated 04-13-2023 at 05:57 PM by 99032
Fragment of a fragment Some sort of pleasant emotion or feeling.
11th January 2021 Dream: At a school. For whatever reason, it has headstones on its gardens like a church yard would. I'm in a classroom initially, banal stuff happens. Not sure what the class/lecture is. Feels like school from when I was between age 10-15. Eventually, a second teacher comes in. A black woman, she smiles a lot and seems friendly. She sits next to me on my left at my desk. I notice she has extremely short hair, not unlike my own haircut in waking life right now but her hair is curly. Her skin tone itself is very dark but not the darkest I've ever seen. She smiles and we talk about some forms I was supposed to have filled. It was some kind of evaluation or assessment, I remember doing bits of it beforehand. There's this page with a table layout and she asks if we should go from there. She's sort of... half on a phone line with someone at the same time? That other person can hear our conversation but I don't remember hearing them. At some point, I notice we're outside, still sitting at the same desk. As we're going through the page, because of the way she explains some things, it becomes obvious to me that what little I'd done was not fully correct and my assumptions about the column headers were erroneous. I have some vague recall that it was an assessment about my physical symptoms. It's kind of a perfect day; sunny outside with a very light amount of distant clouds. I feel or notice the tufty grass under where we're sitting. She gets another call, or someone comes? and tells her that she's going to be suspended from work. Apparently, she forgot (and I didn't know) that we were violating the rights of the dead, by blocking the space between them and the sky. She's not phased by this and smiles politely but genuinely. This other party berates me and tells me I'll be failing this class. I feel sad and start sobbing. The black lady leads and accompanies me into one of the school halls. Dark and unlit, except for a reflecting glow from outside. I ask her, in my native language and in anger and crying, "why is there such a stupid rule?". I feel frustrated and say whatever else comes to mind, and I say "it's a pointless rule!" as I walk toward a window. From a first-floor (we were on a ground floor a moment ago but I didn't notice this) window I see the tightly packed headstones and ask "why the hell does a school even have graves on its grounds?!" and I think I walk back to her and we walk together a little bit. She's about to say something and I try to stop sobbing and I say "I'm sorry, I know it's not your fault" and I feel that the suspension she's getting is completely unfair. She smiles again and tells me something, also talking about her suspension though before she can manage to comfort me I feel myself running away, still angry and confused at everything that had just happened. I'm not on the school grounds anymore and I'm running angrily and aimlessly through a city street wide enough for six cars. Three buses following behind each other are coming my way, slowly, but I make no effort to avoid them at first. I think about how I could die crushed by one and nobody would care, but before I get too close, I preserve myself and avoid getting trapped or run over but in a blind anger I swing my arms at them, trying to hit the back plating. I continue running down the street in my emotional state with some awareness of people around looking at me a little. The street slopes downwards and is in the shade of a large and tall building to the left. As the street continues down it has an edge and beyond that in the distance I see the rest of this massive city lit by sunlight, on a sort of cylindrical slope or half-tube. It's an amazing cityscape but I don't even make an effort to appreciate this during the dream. (later, or after waking up and falling asleep again while thinking about how I would like to be lucid and would like to anger an Olympian god) I'm in a dark house. There's a door leading to a basement with vehicles and I want to take a bomber jet. Mom is in this first room and tells me that dad took something out for a ride but as I approach the door he comes through it and lets me know that I can't use what I was wanting to, just right now. I seemingly don't care too much and go through anyway and get on a "mini" battleship, no bigger than a small van. I take it out and immediately I'm in some kind of combat adventure. There are bad guy lackeys trying to shoot at me but they do so in vain and even though "miniature" this battleship moves a ton of water; I'm going down some kind of tropical river. Going down some rapids I think about taking out some more distant targets and then I open a realistic-view interactive map of a nearby area and decide I want to teleport there, trying to pick a precise spot and imagining the best spot to make the battleship drop on to displace a lot of water when it reappears and falls in. But when I actually do teleport, I'm not in the battleship anymore. I'm now some kind of gorilla; some remnant of the anger from the earlier dream returns, in some way. I go down an area full of people and cars and I attack them but only in passing; I seem to be focusing on simple continuing along and just damaging whatever's within reach along the way. At one point near the end, a panicked man in his car pointlessly tries to run me over. I'm about the same size as the car but easily avoid it and then proceed to chase after him for a while before I lose interest and continue my aimless rampage. This bit takes place near a fast food car park. Notes: - This dream was completely non-lucid and at no points did my awareness really raise any higher; there were no pre-lucid thoughts or feelings. It was very vivid overall and all emotions were quite intense, but none of the intensity carried over on waking. - I took an extra supplement before bed last night. - That woman was such a nice person and after writing my initial notes for the dream it really reminded me of how lucky I was through school at times, having had figures like her present not just once but many times.
Emotion fragment I did something, maybe having to do with character selection in a video game. I felt some sort of emotion, and acted in the dream as what was happening was real.
I wonder... why don't dreams traumatize us? The nightmares I've had this past week were so profoundly awful, if these scenarios happened to someone for real, it would surely cause deep emotional and mental damage. Murder, being murdered, horrible torture, frightening 'hauntings', ... stuff that really makes your stomach turn. Yet when I wake up, it takes only a good 10-20 seconds for the fear and horror to 'wear off', and then it's like nothing ever happened. Does it have to do with memory? Dreams are generally easily forgotten, but even the ones I still remember perfectly (like when I've just woken up) feel like they're immediately covered in a kind of "haze" that robs them of their power over me. Or is it just that we consciously know the events weren't real (those aspects of higher consciousness are generally turned off during regular dreaming), and when our consciousness 'boots up' after waking, it dispels the hold the dream has over us? I had this thought because I realized I must have died a million times at this point in a million different ways, and have been hunted down by more demons than there are in Hell. But when I wake, all is hunky-dory.
I am at my grandmother's house. The family is over for what I assume is my sister's birthday party. There is cake and relatives are over. Then, a friend of mine comes over. We shall call her A. Now A and I have a history. We have been close friends for a while and I have always had some feelings for her. I asked her out several weeks ago, she did not want to change our relationship. I tried to convince her otherwise but did so in a horrible way and came off horribly. I eventually apologized, things returned to normal. But in the dream, she comes over. I hug all of my individual relatives goodbye, and then we walk back to her jeep. Suddenly, another guy appears. He is somewhat handsome, and we shall call him E. I have never met nor seen him before, yet he climbs inside the jeep with us. I sense that he likes A, and I don't like that. I also sense that she may feel the same, but I am unsure. I keep her distracted from him for most of the car ride, I succeed in causing her to ignore him. He sits in the back while we are up front talking. I assume we are going to the movie theater, and eventually we arrive there. It is night and there are street lights illuminating the parking lot. We get out and begin walking towards the back entrance to the theater, for some reason. It is an upward slope and blacktop. I am in the front, A is beside me, but slightly behind. E is behind us and tries to talk to us, but I attempt to steal the attention. Eventually conversation is swayed into my relationship with A. I cannot remember exactly what I said, but it was something that struck her silent and made her trail into deep thought, while I was smiling beside her. We go inside of the theater, only to find that it is actually a hospital. I see a passed away relative there, my aunt, who had left us late last year. She is happy to see me and greets A. We walk around, talking, and then things fade.
The Glider I'm in a backyard and I see a glider in the sky. It looks advanced. For a few moments it looks like a plane. I think that it might crash land due to the angle it's flying at. It lands in the backyard and I realize that it's my brother and Ron that has been flying it. If they ask me to have a fly, I'm going to tell them that I'm afraid of heights, which I am. Also due to cyst. They walk into a house which is just off the backyard. My brother decides to go for a fly, solo. I quickly run around the corner so I can get a good view of the take off. The glider now looks like a mini car. As the glider teachers speeds, I'm expecting it to launch into the air, but it doesn't, and is about to run straight into a front door of a house. It smashes into it, massive impact. He reverses the car out of the door, straight into a giant plastic toy car. I find the whole thing hilarious. I begin to think that he should flee. As my brother flees the scene, Ron follows the car to see if bro is OK. Bro is now back with us and he explains that he took a different approach to taking off, which is why he crashed. Ron let him know that it was a bad idea. I'm with Germain and others. Im sitting near encore pizza. As we leave, Germain fancy's one of the girls that was with us. I'm in a house and there are people in the lounge room. I walk in there and feel uncomfortable, as I don't know some people too well. They're throwing balls around. Balls are thrown at me and it hits my stomach and lands right in my hand. Myself and others are impressed at how it just fell straight into my hand. I think Daz is near a TV, over the back of a couch. I'm back at the backyard and I'm seeing a scene of a man that had been on trail for something serious. He has just been found not guilty. I get the sense that there's a lot of press here following the story. In celebration, the man jumps into the water which is off to the side of the backyard. He begins to swim.
(Details are sketchy due to going over notes to late) Charlies Kitten I'm seeing this crazy dude, he seems pretty unstable. He ends up going into a cell. I'm looking at a naked female on a chair. I soon realize she is a transgender as he begins to hump some kind of bird cage looking thing. I only got a quick glimpse of the bird cage and I was anticipating when he would reintroduce the cage again. I'm at a random location inside somewhere. I can see my cat Charlie up on his scratching post. He sees me and begins to get off the post, but I quickly walk over to him so he would stay on it. He eventually jumps down. I notice a small kitten, it must be Charlies baby. Its a lot smaller then it should be. Charlie rolls over onto his stomach, and I place the kitten near his stomach so it could feed. I look over into the poach that's connected to his post and it seems worn down, to the point where I could see some plastic thing sticking up. I fill the poach with some powdery substance, with a bit of laundry powder. Either someone or Charlie was telling me that I shouldn't do that, but I did it anyways. Charlie said that's how he's done all his pregnancies. I noticed that there is more kittens around Charlie, and that they're bigger then before. Dad mentioned something about only being able to have 2 kittens out of the litter. Nat Mc Decision I was at someone house playing poker with Nat Mc, and brother was watching. At some point someone decided to go ALL IN against Nat. She wasn't sure what to do, and asked me for advice. I told her he played the hand well, as there is a flush on the board, which would beat her hand. I said I would fold, but said to go with your instinct. As I said that, she instantly calls and ends up winning. I had a feeling of not liking that I was wrong. I'm messaging the guy that has to do with horses ?Name?. I can see a man standing on his horse? I begin to think of asking him what he was up to for new years celebrations, but didn't want to ask cause I hardly knew the guy and he would think I was trying to organize something with him. I can see UFC spoilers, and I try and avoid it. Side Notes Even though I remembered one dream last night, I deeply and completely accept myself, and I remember all my dreams tonight. Even though I forget to recall my dreams upon awakening, I deeply and completely accept myself, and I recall my dreams upon awakening tonight. I remembered to recall upon awakening once or twice, but not straight away.
18th October 2014: Note: These entries are ripped straight from my personal dream journal, so if any descriptions seem odd, it's usually something to help me personally remember what I'm referring to, not to easily describe it to others Tonight's was a very intense and unusual dream. Though some of the first details are (at current) a little fuzzy, I will do my best to record them. The first thing that happened was a panoramic view of a large stone cliff, like a massive slab of rock layered with green lichen, against a blue sky with soft, fragmented clouds. My Dad was there, and was, I think helping me around; the old red Polo may have been there too, perhaps with Dad driving towards the cliff edge (with me inside it, in the back seat). Next I saw a brief scene of Raziel running with his energy-sword attached to his arm, through a grey-tiled kitchen with wooden doors that reminded me much of the crudely rendered doors from Soul Reaver; he was running through a kitchen with massive old metal ovens, which filled much of the room to either side of him, and seemed to be of a 19th Century design. A few apples rolled off the counters of the ovens and onto the floor as he ran, making his way to the door to the right at the opposite end of the room. In the next scene, I was in a dimly torch-lit chamber in a castle, standing, the dream camera focused on my face, against the wall with my hands in shackles; I was still Tyrion Lannister, and I knew Peter Dinklage's character to be "me". Cersei Lannister screamed something at me, her eyes squinted in fury and her red dress, flowing as she moved, was embroided with gold, the Lannister colours. An official, male stentorian voice asked me (or words to this effect) if I pleaded guilty, and I believe told me that I had a chance to escape my fate. However, I pleaded guilty to whatever the charges were that were placed against me, and looked to the other end of the square chamber, where an identical dwarf to myself was standing in ragged linen robes, and I admitted to being the same person as that dwarf, a dwarf called "Scar"; some instinct told me that he was me from the future or something, and that we were one and the same person, as identifiable by the fact that we were both Peter Dinklage. The guard by the door, a noble looking sort with white stubble dressed in extravagant armour of gold and crimson with a crested, arching helm (he looked a little like Barristan Selmy beneath the armour) banged the tip of spear on the ground and said something along the lines of "Tyrion Lannister; you had the chance to free yourself from this fate, however you have pleaded guilty, and you are sentenced to death." The next scene was by far the most memorable. This scene (as it seemed to be part of a continuous story, so I'll call it that), took place in a massive, lava filled circular arena; in the middle was a raised circular platform with a mesh-floor border, and then, in the centre of the circle, wood. A shaped slab of rock serving as a table sat in the centre, which I can only describe as "Christmas-Pudding shaped"; it reminded me of the larger slab of rock at the beginning of tonight's dreams. I was sat on (I think) a smaller slab, and next to me was Renly Baratheon, though for whatever reason, I thought that my name was Tyrion Baratheon , and that he was my brother. He sat resplendent in his green and gold battle armour, a great helmet with curved horns sat above his head; technically it should have been antlers, but the dream didn't seem to get this detail correct. Set before us were two plates with biscuits on them: A couple of cookies and a shortbread. A wavery-voiced announcer, Pycelle, I think, said over some kind of loudspeaker system (there's no other way his voice could have been as loud as was) announced that the convicted had been given meals to reflect where they had come from, I, from the Dornish Marches apparently, (perhaps I had been helping out in Dorne or something), which I for whatever reason agreed with. Apparently light, crumbly biscuits also passed for Dornish cuisine. As for Renly, I don't remember where the dream said he was from, so I'll just assume it said Storm's End. We had a frank chat before our impending deaths; I offered Renly one of my biscuits (three light, crumbly biscuits were to be my last meal) but he refused. I only remember a few actual snippets of the conversation, but I'll record them as best I can. The scene gradually shifted to my bedroom, but we were still sat on the stone chairs before the stone table. I said "You know, we Baratheons have Targaryen Blood." Renly had looked astonished, and asked how far back that was. There was a tiny wise-woman on my bed (Tiny; she was probably about the size of a rat), wearing a frayed blue-grey robe and walking with a gnarled stick (or should I say twig). She seemed to be portrayed by Rosemary Harris. She told us that our ancestry stretched all the way back to "Fingers Targaryen"; I asked her how many children he had had (I presume to get an idea of how much the family line could have branched out between Targaryen and Baratheon), and she told me that he had a great many sons. I grinned and replied "He must have had his fingers in all the pies." This provoked a great laugh from Relny, and I smiled; we felt close as our impending deaths approached. The wise woman disappeared, and I finished my biscuits. I think I then asked Renly something along the lines of "Didn't you already die in 2010? What was it like?" however, I don't remember the answer. Eventually, as the hour of doom approached, I found myself hugging him, weeping, and crying. "I love you, man!" I had said. He then slumped backwards, his legs bending back behind him below the knees. I ran to him and shook him, pleading with him not to leave the mortal coil, and picked up from next to his corpse a small black-bordered console with two knobs, its main body coloured like fire. It had a small, dim display with red lettering on it showing the amount of time I had left to live: It was not long. I pleaded with him "What's it like?! What was it like?! Will I see you there?! What do you see?!" but there was no response. It was then that I remembered I had to tell everyone of my impending death; during this time I saw a brief image of me scrabbling for my phone in the dim back section of the caravan, the light of day streaming through the open door, but a moment later, I was back to the feeling of scrabbling for my phone in the world I had been in previously with Renly; I had to tell everyone that I was going to be dead in the morning, and began to write the lines, something along the lines of "When you all wake up tomorrow, I will not be here...", however I did not finish, and snapped awaked, shouting "No!" as I realised my death was approaching. It took me a while to shake the feeling of the dream, and it was one of the more vivid ones I've had since restarting this journal. That was everything I can recall of tonight's dreams.
Dream 1 - 4:50AM I'm inside a petrol station when someone steals. The store clerk (SC) hits the panic button which is next to me at the counter. I think the panic button locked doors from the inside or called police. The person gets out in time and enters a car which has a sanded down side door panel. The SC walks out into the back room. I wander around the shop and I start to feel as if I would be suspicious if caught walking around the shop by myself with no SC to be seen. I see the SC walk back into the room and try and make it as if I'm not up to no good, so I ask if the person got away. They did. I see the car drive passed station on the main road. I see someone behind the SC that I know. It's Pet Rediva. He asks me how to update a graphics card for a computer. I reply asking if it's an AMD card, which it was, and tell him to download a program called AMD auto-update. My cousin Phill who was next to be nods his head and agrees that it's the correct way. Phil looked like he was thinking of an option to download as I said it. I tell Pete that I you can there is generic brands which is linked to AMD, which can also be updated. Pete gives off the impression that he's confused. More people are now in the petrol station and there's a long L shaped table which is about 10-15 metres long, with people sitting at it. I seem to be smoking, and see that MMA Legend Tito Ortiz is standing next to me at the counter. I don't think he likes the smell of cigarettes and I respect that and turn away from him towards the bin. I then move to the other side of the table where I see a chair under the table. A man is tapping his hand on it and I feel bad for taking it and think about giving it back to him. I'm now at my house and it's night. Dad and I are outside and reversing car into garage. He's backing up on a different angle then he usually does and I think about getting out and helping him. I didn't want him to drive too dose to my gym or mess up the gym flooring. Dream 2 - 8:50AM I'm in a MMA cage and I see 2 MMA fighters, Uriah Faber playing around wrestling with Jon Jones. Two Thai fighters are at each corners of the cage and ready to fight one another. There's an announcement of a new season of The Ultimate Fighter. The cast members of the season all walk into the cage. They all look around 5 foot tall and look of Thai descent. The fighters in the corner are in the new season also. One of them is upset when he figures out who's going to be his coach. It's Tim Kennedy. Dream Fragment: Dad says something about knowing that his parking sucked due to seeing my dream diary. I thought it was fascinating that he changed what he was going to due to my dream entry. (Think this another dream linked to first dream when Dad was reversing the car) Side Notes: Woke up at 4:45AM and couldn't get to sleep for some time. Practiced the SSILD technique for the hell of it.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening (...) I am at some kind of school. I see western kids practicing Kendo with eastern kids. I realize I am in a dojo. Besides the kendo, I watch some lady playing a really silly sport, consisting of throwing a watermellon and other similar fruits to fit into some very tight fitting baskets far away. It seems hard, but hardly elegant. Until I realize the level of precision and strength necessary to actually fit the watermellon on the basket without bouncing or breaking or anything else. Fitting it with perfection is something that can only happen by chance 1 in a millionth, but she makes it at the first try and I realize the level of skill necessary to achieve it. She is in a perfect zen state. When I realize that, tears start falling from my eyes. I cross the room to a big balcony and I see a breathtaking view over a hill, a big river below and a mountain right in front on the other margin, with a complex of shinto temples on top. The beauty of it is beyond words. It's surreal. It's Japan but I can't really say when. It looks both in the past and in the future, but in relation to what? I am taken by boat up river. As I slide through the waters and approach the mountains, I start recognizing places and emotions take over me. I have been here before or will be here later (it's hard to tell). I pass through a Tori leading to a village, I don't know its name, but it feels like home. I start crying like a baby. We pass by a shrine with homage plaques with names on it. I can't even read what's on it, but I fall on the ground, sobbing, with sorrow, with a sense of unforgiving loss, with memories of a life I don't even know if it's past or future. And I cry for an eternity.
Updated 02-08-2014 at 12:51 AM by 34880
I frequently lucid dream (3-4 times a week), but I don't log them very much anymore. I had another quite extensive and eventful one last night due to spinning as I would often change my settings and explore different environments and situations of interaction. This dream in-particular enabled me to understand how to control an aspect I've never really considered. Most of the time I am limited to what I am able to control, but this time I rectified a perplexing obstacle that suddenly occurred as a result of my lucid awareness. When I become lucid I am aware that the world around me is artificial, thus consequently logical outcomes may be effected. When you believe you are awake, then the laws of physics are thought to be intact, thus you would unlikely walk through a wall, but when you are lucid the rules change simply because you are aware of the synthetic world that is being perceived. Here's a brief illustration of my dream: I wake up from my bed and walk toward my window and encounter someone who I have not been in touch with for over a year. I immediately find this encounter improbable due to many variables, so I immediately reality check (check my hands). I suddenly realize I am dreaming due to the asymmetry of my hands. I approach this individual and we casually discuss our previous relationship. I am unable to recall the very discussion, so the dialogue isn't clear. This entire conversation/interaction had a less emotional appeal realizing that I am in fact not in the waking world, but in a reality created by my mind. Realizing that the prospect of awkward third person perspective simply isn't feasible, I decided to reach for this individual's hand. My attempt to grasp the physical appendage of her limb wasn't a logical predicted outcome. My hand simply went right through hers (as my body does when I walk through walls during LD's). I attempted to grab her arm as well, but I was unable. It was as if I was interacting with a ghost. I stood there and ruminated over probable methods of control to enable the sense of touch. I tried to imagine her limb as a solid object as an effort to grasp it, but I was rendered nonplussed as to how I could make contact physically. After expending many attempts, I then came to the conclusion that focusing on an object as a solid object didn't work in this case. Instead, I focused on my own sense of touch against my own arm in the waking world. I slowly moved my fingers down her forearm and was finally capable of mentally elucidating the sense of touch upon her skin. I moved my hand up and down her arm focusing on that sense and somewhere in my brain, I finally defied that lack of control and abdicated the arbitrary ways of this mysterious reality. I accomplished the emulation of physical contact through focus of my own senses. I then attempted to hug this individual, but again went right through her. I made a secondary attempt, but this time with focus on previous experiences of being hugged by another human being. The contact was successful. I felt the warmth of her body and the touch of her skin upon mine. I feel that sometimes events may happen spontaneously briefly after becoming lucid due to the knowledge of your state, and sometimes that may affect your ability to carry out simple logical tasks. These tasks may be accomplished through focus on previous experience of the senses rather than forcefully attempting without proper focus. I found her sense of touch greatly enhanced in the dream when I found my focus; more so than in the waking world. Subsequent events occurred after spinning, but I'll end this journal here. Thanks for reading!
I stayed up two hours later than usual with a friend the night before last, so only recalled a fragment that night. Dream: A man is running through a field, He, Varric, finds that a silver stone structure is still there. There was a moving contraption up top, along with overgrown foliage. The ‘camera’ pans over to some small stone structures (I think, 'of course they were made by dwarves'), and a gravesite with about eight graves with markers. I read: Dizzy, Logi, You— I pause at that last one, wondering if it’s ‘You’ as in the viewer, or as in the Japanese name. I also stopped before Logi, stumbling over the name, and thinking that his body actually couldn’t be there, because he’s nearly impossible to kill. I wonder what it was like for him to wake up (come out of the grave) in this place. I’m going through these square, fenced in spaces, where the only way to get out properly is to leap over sections of the fence. There are small Stop signs mounted at top right of the section that’s safe to jump. Other ‘heroes’ were doing the same. I caught a girl’s eye and nodded at her. A part of me wondered if I was supposed to know her. She didn’t look familiar (IWL). I laughed when I hear (and somehow see) from behind me Spider-Man jokingly asking an African-American police guard if he’d remove his mask. The man replied “that’s not my thing’. A really short, small girl flies back after trying to leap the fence but getting poked in the butt instead. She rolls across the grass and I can’t help but laugh. Her figure reminded me of Kabeyama. I see that she’s wearing a light yellow shirt with Kabayama’s face upside down on the back of it. A girl cringes as I reply to something, ‘but don’t get the fence stuck in your butt!’. As I said this, I was picking out two pieces of sharp fence from my thigh. Inspiration: I watched some gameplay videos for Dragon Age: The Inquisition recently so that’s where Varric comes from! Last night, me and mom were talking about how movies do in other countries, and she mentioned Wolverine, so that’s where ‘Logi’ comes from. The girl/Kabeyama comes from the last episode of Inazuma Eleven I watched, Kabeyama had more screentime because he was struggling. I think the stone structure and gravesite actually could have come from the book I started last night, The Book of Earth (Dragon Quartet #1). Notes: I got deja vu after thinking through the dream, I’m pretty sure I’ve had a dream in the past where I was hopping fences, during some sports event. Emotion: Humor
Updated 09-04-2013 at 04:50 AM by 20026
Mom tells me she is getting with Dan (my uncle IWL). She’s not leaving dad, they’re going to be in a polyamorous relationship. I am really, really upset and hide in my room. I call up my WL online friend Pillywiggin, except Harry, the father of an old WL schoolfriend, answers. He’s really polite, and when I ask for Pillywiggin, he says ‘thank you for calling’. I blubber for a while to Pillywiggin as she comforts me. -I remember the word polynormative, and something about grandma. Also, mom going to stay with Dan. Notes: It’s hard to type up a dream that bothers you. I wanted a poly dream but not like this. ;^;
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