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    The Trials and Tribulations of Trucker Life

    by DropTherapy on 12-14-2023 at 06:17 PM
    It starts out in an apartment, presumably around the Arden-north highlands area by the look of it. I was with a various group of people when a bullet crashes through the window. Me and everyone else get down in an attempt to save ourselves as we figure out the hitman's target. Turns out it's this woman who was with us. The shooter enters the apartment and I ask why he's doing this. He says it's because she won't reply to him on tumblr, which seems to activate a pity response in everyone, so we hug him and tell him everything is okay.

    After that situation settles, I, who for some reason am some heavy set white middle aged trucker dude in this dream, not unlike muscle man's dad from regular show, exit the apartment, climb down the stairs, and realize that in the space between buildings a couple of guy fawkes mask wearing killers are approaching me. Being aware of the dream at this point, I attempt to fly away to the bus stop I was intending to catch, and then I wake up, however I can't completely do so. I lose visual of the dream, but the audio is clear as ever, as well as the sensation of a blond kid pestering me about my wings and how his brother has the same ones.

    In the faux waking world, I am in the room of my childhood home at night, dodging various vague figures in the shadows whose existence is merely implied. I try various things, including screaming, singing "bring me to life" by evanescence, which comes out as pathetic whimpering, and hobbling over to the light switch whenever my attempts very briefly succeed enough for me to be semi-conscious. My entire body felt numb but I realized I had leverage whenever I scratched the back of my thigh relatively deeply. In the dream I was in front of a post as I was singing bring me to life while scratching myself, and eventually it works and I finally do wake up. Turns out I was literally just being restrained by my fiance, who was nearly sleeping ON me.

    A late goodbye

    by DropTherapy on 07-30-2023 at 05:20 PM
    The dream started in a house that was a mix of my house, my guitarist's, and my fiance's houses. My girlfriend and I were getting ready to go to a concert for a band that doesn't exist. We ended up just walking through some suburbs in fancy goth outfits but it was still nice. We then went outback, where there was a super nature-y neighborhood (mainly trailers and tents and stuff but also some houses) where she wanted to check out a listing for a 3 bedroom trailer. We got there and it was a one bedroom/studio trailer with a giant pylon installed through it. Needless to say, she needed to keep searching.

    Later, I show a friend (either it was Edynn or one of my headmates, hard to tell) the listing, and it was gone. We continued through the neighborhood and saw drive in theaters playing sci-fi movies about robots and 3D models of trailers. We then came upon an exact replica of my childhood home.

    Upon entering, my grandma was in the kitchen. She was talking incoherently and on the stand in front of the back window was a small paperback cook book she authored after she lost lucidity. The book was page after page of incoherent nonsense with illustrations of recipes made from ingredients that don't exist. Think AI generated food but it looked as if they were actual photos. I go up to her and ask "hey grandma, what made you decide to make a cook book?" And she responded by taking it out of my hands, mumbling vaguely about regret, and beginning to tear it up page by page. I panicked and took it out of her hands, to which she responded by screaming at me and chasing me and my friend out the front door.

    Before we could fully leave, she stopped and began to apologize to her late husband, which we soon connected the dots as representing an attempt to apologize to me directly. For a moment, we saw a glimpse into the memories she was living through in that moment, sitting on a recliner in front of a shadowy, warped figure. It was like it was projected in front of us and the grandma that was in front of me temporarily vanished. When she came back, we hugged as she talked, and an illustration of a lion showed up behind us, after which I audibly said "oh my god, you're still alive" and began crying in her arms. The whole time I should mention that sad symphonic movie music was playing. I don't remember if I told her I loved her or not. I suppose this whole scene was my brain's roundabout way of saying she was still alive in my heart or something like that.

    I woke up crying for the first time ever about my grandmother's death since it happened in September 2019. I suppose I deliberately prevented myself from saying goodbye in the waking world so as to not have to handle emotions that I was still afraid of at the time. I don't know if she would have approved of me being trans or any of the other stuff I came out as since her death, but she tried her hardest to raise me even as her dementia got worse, so I have something to thank her for regardless.


    RIP Martha Flinchum, 1933-2019

    Updated 07-30-2023 at 06:44 PM by DropTherapy

    Categories
    non-lucid , memorable

    Earth's Pocket of Mars

    by DropTherapy on 04-16-2022 at 05:09 PM
    I had a dream where humanity found an underwater portion of mars underground and dug a large hole into it that resided in the center lobby of a tall, square shaped hotel complex in the middle of nowhere. The government required everyone interested in travelling down there to take a pill to improve respiration underwater and give the body a natural capacity for filtering toxins, thehe side effect being suicidal ideation. I remember being ignored in the dream and then taking the elevator to the top of the hotel where some people coaxed me down. a little bit afterwards there were reports of increasing radiation in Earth's pocket of mars due to human activity and I became horribly depressed to see us as a species ruin another pretty cool thing. On a separate occasion I remember almost taking too much estrogen. The worst part about this dream is that I have felt feelings that are kind of a precursor to how I felt suicidal in the dream, especially last night when I was too invested in drama between friends and was too stoned to emotionally handle it properly.
    Categories
    non-lucid

    Sorry, Calvin

    by DropTherapy on 04-01-2022 at 05:07 PM
    I had a dream where I was at someone's house. I remember being in the pool and in the laundry room, where I overheard someone say that those who hasn't had sex yet would often do it with mothers that aren't their own so there's less judgement.

    After that, I was at the upper level of a pretty nice appartment with my dream friend, Calvin. They seemed aware of their creation and asked of their origin and what I call them. I told them that I refer to them as Calvin and they got really mad at me, screeching and asking why I gave a native american a white person's name. They left and I put on some non-existent music immidiately after it all happened. The album cover on my phone was that of a statue of Buddha, but I don't remember what the song sounded like. If I recall, I began to write a song expressing my regret, for whatever reason referring to calvin as Mackerole.

    Afterwards, I went outside in order to feel better and hung out with some Australian people who were eating some homemade coleslaw.
    Categories
    non-lucid

    I Strongly Dislike Cloud

    by DropTherapy on 03-02-2022 at 05:02 PM
    I remember being at school and loudly criticizing the new plans for the curriculum amd the way they were gonna start doing things in class. The principal said the old ways were unsustainable. After that, me and Aaron were stopping by a gender clinic before heading to his place. I went in and an old lady asked me questions about the effects of Testosterone. I gave a similar response to what I would give irl. I later come to learn that the kid getting the hormones is named Cloud and he already passes as male quite well. He had messy straight black hair and a blue graphic short sleeve button-down shirt, as well as gray, baggy cargo shorts. We talked for a bit and it turned out that he was a bit of a total asshole who didn't make an effort to be inclusive of most non-binary people. As he was leaving, I suppose I must have said something super aggravating because his older brother came out, grabbed me, and slapped the shit out of me, which I believe is turned into a beating in front of the clinic. My mom helped me out and I guess I got my book about spanking people back??? The dream kind of fell apart after a certain point.
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    non-lucid