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shisasan · 17 hours
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March 18, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]
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brekitten · 3 days
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Bruce doesn't dream.
He never has, really - at least, not that he can remember. He never even had nightmares from the night his parents died. Maybe that's why; maybe he just subconsciously trained himself to not dream after that night, in fear of the nightmares that were sure to come. But the point is that he does not dream.
And yet.
The dream always starts out the same, every night, every time he closes his eyes and slips into the embrace of sleep. He's in a pitch-black room, one so dark that he can't see his hands even when he raises them right in front of his face. He knows, somehow, that he can walk for hours without coming into contact with anything - walls, furniture, anything at all to indicate that he was even in a room. Yet he knows that he is, although he's not sure why, as there really is no reason for him to know that.
The dream changes, after a while of walking. He knows that he won't find anything, no matter how far or how long he walks. This place is empty, desolate even. It fills him with dread every time. The change is never consistent, always bringing him to a different place each night.
(Once, it was a dusty old bedroom, one that made his heart ache, although he didn't know why. He had taken notice of the various space-themed decorations, the model rockets and NASA posters and stars on the ceiling. It was clearly a child's bedroom, but it hadn't been used in a long time. Another time, it was a darkened lab, illuminated only by the strange vials of green liquid lined along the many, many shelves. Bruce had wondered, after he had awoken, if it was Lazarus Water, but that felt wrong. It was something else. Something more. It had made him uneasy, and he got the feeling that something terrible had happened there. He didn't get a chance to investigate the gaping hole in the wall before he had been whisked away to another part of the dream.)
This time, he is in a brightly-lit white lab, and he has to blink stars out of his eyes at the abrupt change in lighting and color. He looks around; it seems like a typical lab, but everything is pure white, except for a green stain on the table. He can feel bile rising in his throat at the sight of the cuffs on the table, and though he still doesn't know what the green substance is, he gets the horrible feeling that it's blood. A lot of it.
He uses what little time he has to investigate the lab. There is an abundance of medical supplies, but many look unused, with the exception of the scalpels. The pit in his stomach continues to grow. Why were there so many? He reaches toward a vial of red liquid, wrong wrong wrong this is wrong, when the dream changes again.
Now he's in what is clearly a cell, except even the cells in Arkham aren't this bare. The only thing it contains is a familiar white-haired teenager, who is chained to the floor with cuffs that glow the same green as the vials of Lazarus Water that he's seen before.
Though Bruce has never learned his name, he has been in every dream, the one constant (besides the empty room, of course) in each one. The kid has never spoken, never done more than watch, but Bruce has always gotten the feeling that he was the reason for these strange dreams.
He knows that he should be more worried. If some kind of meta has managed to get inside his head, there's no telling what could happen. But he can't bring himself to be. Something is wrong, and it's not the teenager.
He can't help but think of his own children.
Something feels . . . off this time. The kid isn't looking up, isn't even moving - he seems limp, almost, as he kneels on the ground, weighed down by the chains keeping him there. Green blood - Bruce knows it's blood now, it has to be - drips from his still figure, pooling on the ground underneath him.
Bruce can't move. He desperately wants to, what could he even do? but it's like he's frozen in place. He can only watch as the teenager slowly, agonizingly, looks up at him, his bright green eyes dull and filled with fear and desperation and hope and -
Bruce wakes.
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jaggedjawjosh · 2 days
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Dreams are the whispers of your soul; listen closely and you shall find your way.
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kairithemang0 · 3 days
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Last night I had a dream where good omens season 3 came out and it was literally all just aziraphale and crowley being cute together because they made up off screen and i know that's not what's gonna happen but i wish it was </3 top tier dream they were so cute and silly
LIKE I SWEAR at one point they were just sitting by a lake and flirting with each other AND IT WAS SO CUTE
I love this show so damn much I need to rewatch it at some point they make me so happy 😭😭😭
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dream-polls · 2 days
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*anything from an oc concept to a full story. drawing, painting, writing, poetry, music, sculpting, finished, unfinished, it all counts! even cooking if that's what happened! no art discrimination here :]
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flyboyelm · 16 hours
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Sketch based on a dream I had. A guy was dragging his hands through the sand during low tide, and these colorful patterns appeared in the sand
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this could be us...this could be us
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life-spire · 17 hours
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vaedis · 21 hours
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i had the MOST vivid dream and now i’m documenting it so i don’t forget it
so i was with the Bad Batch, and i feel like i knew that i wasn’t awake the entire time, and was actively/consciously able to keep myself asleep. initially i was with Echo, and i had this previous knowledge sorta that he just saved me during a mission (the mission involved Tatooine, we were running from Gamorreans, and i couldn’t cross 2 ladders, and Echo helped and saved me).
we were standing in the Marauder, with the rest of the batch in another part of the ship. Echo and i were talking for a long time. i kept hugging him and holding his hand, and he kept chuckling and hugging me back. i could tell he felt awkward at first but he completely melted into it eventually 🥲 and we were talking about a lot. one thing i remember is that he ended up telling me bits of Skako Minor. he told me that it took him a long time to adjust afterwards, and initially he didn’t feel loved. but over time he started to feel more complete. i nodded and listened and would hug and hold him. (it’s actually crazy because i’ve never had a dream so vivid like that, and i remember being able to open my eyes while hugging him, and turning to look at the back of his head and still remembering the texture of his skin.)
so anyways. i felt like i was there for a few days. at one point, Crosshair accidentally walked up to me (he didn’t know where i was on the ship). he’s also been avoiding me because it’s Cross. but he looked me up and down and was getting ready to leave, but i stopped him and tried to talk to him. and he looked at me SO judgmentally i swear 💀 but at one point he kinda sighed, and then asked if i wanted to be involved in a prank towards Hunter. i said absolutely. i don’t remember the prank, but it had something to do with Gonky. before we could execute the prank, i realized that it might be late in the day, and i knew i had class later, so i made myself wake up 😔
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shisasan · 16 hours
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March 18, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]
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josiadorstuff · 2 days
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I had a dream the other night where I was a new hire in a massive corporation, and had to do a performance review for Gideon Nav. I have never read The Locked Tomb, and I don’t have a job.
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wordsbyjenpoetry · 2 days
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We share the magic in our dreams. ✨
Music by Kodaline.
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jaggedjawjosh · 1 day
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To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover the prisoner was you.
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capsyst · 3 days
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I am BEGGING people who want to get used to Procreate Dreams to actually do the bulk work of your animating in Procreate instead! Dreams is for assembling your elements together.
Procreate already has a really robust animation assistant tool built in that allows you to use whatever brushes and lasso tools you want.
Dreams is for assembling those elements on a timeline and adding sound effects and movement to them.
Procreate = Photoshop
Dreams = Premiere
It will save you SO MUCH agony if you do the bulk of your animation work in Procreate first and then export it into Dreams for final cleanup, coloring, assembling.
Dreams is not meant as a replacement to Procreate but as an add on tool to help facilitate the creation of animated videos with Procreate.
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volatilechemicalz · 3 days
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took melatonin recently n didn't believe the shit about getting incredibly weird n vivid dream s . Anyway I had a dream where I got therapy n near the end of the session a giant eyeball sprouted out of the wall n the therapist disappeared n the eyeball said "it's time 2 go now" n a bunch of black tentacles came out of the ground n dragged me down 2 hell n the room got drowned in ink n the eyeball said goodbye n hell was an empty black space with nothing in it but a desk with a fish tank that had a piranha in it n I put my arm in the fish tank n let it eat me . so
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