#dreamfiles

[cerastes]

Somnium Files 1 spoilers.

I want to talk a bit about Date’s Somniums/Somnii (well, his one Somnium and the tutorial dream).

It’s very telling of Date as a person that the rules of his Somnii are based on color. 

The Somnii of characters are all reflective of key aspects of themselves, for example, Iris’ Somnii are fundamentally informed by 1) her passions, that is, streaming (particularly ShovelForge), dancing, mythology, and the occult as the foundation to her psyche, 2) her delusions, the flawed perception of reality that comes as a side effect of her brain tumor, to which her love for the occult feeds, and 3) her fear of her coming death, which mixes with her passion for mythology to create an escapism where the Fruit of Immortality may save her. There’s a cohesive connection between Who Iris Is and What Iris Is. The same goes for Saito, whose Somnii all take place in ideal locales for murder (abandoned warehouses and factories), and all necessitate revisiting either his childhood of killing animals, represented by childish drawings of animals being brutalized in various ways, or his latest ‘achievements’, the Cyclops Serial Killings both old and new. The foundation of both of these is, again, passion. The only way Saito knew any sort of joy was when killing. It was quite essentially all he lived for.

If we do a cursory look of other Somnii, passion paints an important picture and plays and important role in all of them: Ota’s love for tokusatsu makes his Somnium play out like a toku fight, Ota’s mom focuses on the moments with her family, both the sad and the joyful, and even Mizuki’s Somnium, the one most colored with sorrow and trauma (it took place shortly after discovering her own mother’s corpse, after all), takes place in the park that housed the sole happy memory she had with her parents, and some parts of the Somnium allude to this joy and how important that is for Mizuki. The grand exception would be Hitomi’s Somnium and Rohan’s Somnium, which are entirely rooted in past regrets and sorrows. One could say these overpower their passions at that point in their lives.

So, we return to Date, Date Kaname, our dirtbag of a man, sleazy ass cheeky piece of shit, lovably charming loser. For all of this and more that he is, however, it’s easy to miss something essential about Date, something that also makes him stick out among the gallery of amnesiac protagonists: He’s happy. He’s perfectly happy where he is, he is not wholly uninterested in his past, but he doesn’t pursue it, either. He’s very content where he is in life. He likes Boss. He likes Aiba. He likes Mizuki. He likes Reika from the cabaret club and her fat thighs. He likes Mama. He likes hitting the bar with his drinking buds such as Okiura and Shoko. Date is in a good place... More than that, he’s thankful.

As the dream tutorial immediately shows us, there’s plenty of subconscious memories he is not even remotely aware of inside of him, of his past life, and even in these, the prime directive of his Somnii, the foundation, the passion, is represented by color.

In the Dream, it’s color that leads the way and dictates what can and cannot be interacted with. Date’s Somnii are very straightforward because he has nothing to hide, and what he is hiding, he doesn’t even know of. We see the stew, we see drawing Iris made of the Okonomiyaki Incident, we take a peek inside of Iris’ toy box where she keeps her UFO toys and occult magazines, right before being thrust into the completely colorless scene of ‘Rohan’ shooting at ‘Falco’, accidentally injuring Hitomi in the incident. Completely colorless, because what’s done is done and there’s nothing he can do about it, the guilt being such that even in his dreams, he cannot change those events. The main characters of this deep dream, however, were the good times, lingering as fractal memories that Date has no easy access to.

In the Somnium proper, when Mizuki is Psycing with the comatose Date, color once again dictates the rhythm. It’s no coincidence that his Dream took place where he considered home as Yagyu -- the Sagan Household -- and that his Somnium proper takes places where he, as Date, considers home, the Date Household: Domestic joy and stability is invaluable to him, again, he’s thankful. He has no memories of his days as a vigilante assassin, but the associated emotions linger, he wanted out of that life, he wanted to simply live a nice and peaceful life. As Date, that is exactly what he has. That’s what the ever caring Boss made sure he got. His passions are his peaceful, fun days with Aiba and Mizuki. Getting in fights, arguing, joking around, making up, going for disgusting stew, awkwardly greeting each other, covertly doing good things for each other, never honest, always earnest, a domestic routine, a life as regular as can be, despite the eccentricities of the events themselves (such as regularly diving into people’s heads and having an eye that’s also a buddy).

It’s precisely because Date has nothing to hide that his Somnii are so incredibly linear, he’s not making any secret of his memories, he is, in fact, proudly showing them. Unlike the other Somnii, where one has to do puzzles and use esoteric dream logic to peel each layer away, Date’s Somnii is basically a tour. He’s showcasing an exhibition of memories dear to him. Even the moments that were no doubt stressful, such as Mizuki throwing a tantrum or, worse yet, throwing his police badge out of the window, are regarded as dear and frankly fun memories. There’s no shortage of them. And eventually, when Mizuki does reach the innermost sanctum of the Somnium, a black void where he stands opposite to Okiura and Shoko, the negativity and sadness he keeps buried under so much happiness and color, it’s all born from a feeling of guilt towards Mizuki, believing himself insufficient as a guardian for her. “She should have her proper parents, I don’t stand a chance, is this the best for Mizuki?” In the end, it’s not that he doesn’t want to take care of her, it’s that he’s unconvinced that he’s the best option, and that maybe he’ll screw up and Mizuki won’t be the best version of herself.

Which is such a mundane and completely understandable inner sorrow to have! Of course you care for the ones you love, especially when you suspect it might be you that’s holding them back! End of the day, Date is many things, but the most important of them is that he’s a fun-loving, caring dude of all time. He’s a pathetic garbage dirtbag man that blows his money pouring ponzu between Reika’s thighs and can’t see anything but a pair of tits behind the reception desk at Lemniscate, but he’ll go through hell and back (silently and without ever admitting it, of course) for those he loves.

It all ties to one of the other biggest themes in Somnium Files: “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”. With the exception of the Matsushita family, every single family by blood relation in Somnium Files is a strained mess, and to contrast, every single family tied together by love for each other rather than by blood -- Hitomi and Iris, Date, Aiba and Mizuki, even Rohan and Moma! -- is healthy and loving as can be.

To wrap this up, I do want to call attention to something important that is referred to very subtly in both the Dream and the Somnium:

In the Dream, Date can instruct Aiba to wear the box on her head. When she does, the box also covers the skeleton’s head. As we learn much, much later, the skeleton with the bleeding left eye socket represents Date’s old life, Yagyu.

In the Somnium, when Mizuki find Date in the innermost sanctum of his psyche, Date’s left eye is yellow, or in other words, Aiba.

In the Dream, Aiba wearing the box on her head puts it on the skeleton as well because Date considers Aiba as a literal part of himself, and is not whole without her, ergo, her wearing the box is essentially him also wearing the box, and in the Somnium, Date doesn’t have his proper eye or his eye closed, and has Aiba very clearly in there, because, again, his image of the self is simply not complete without her.

Date loves Mizuki and Aiba so much that they are inseparable from his deepest memories, psyche, and even sense of self. He is not only the dude of all time, he is the tsundere of all time (who happens to love his tsundere foster daughter Mizuki and his tsundere best friend-slash-literal part of his body Aiba).

#dreamfiles #ai the somnium files #date kaname #okiura mizuki #aiba

[befuddled-calico-whump]

whumpy dream again:

a girl and her younger sister were attending this magical university, and ended up becoming rivals of a bully dude. At one point, they saw him leaving through a hidden door near the dormitories, and decided to check it out to try and get some dirt on him, because they suspected he was up to more than just being a jerk

So the little sister stood watch while the girl went in, and she ended up finding an unconscious dude (who was bloodied and out of it) tied to a chair in one of the back rooms. And understandably, she panicked, because what do you do in that situation?

Not knowing what else to do, she cut him loose and helped him escape the school, but got caught by one of the staff and expelled for "being where she shouldn't"

Years later the girl ended up on an adventuring team with the same guy she rescued (along with some other people), and neither of them recognized each other

But then they got a mission involving the university, and the guy was like "yeah I'm not a fan of that place cause I was tortured there" to which the girl was like "what a coincidence, I was expelled for saving someone who looked like they'd been tortured"

Cue pointing Spiderman meme

#i have a dream journal but i post a lot of the whumpy ones here for some reason #they're psuedo prompts #at least for me lol #i had so many wips as a kid because I'd constantly get new ideas through dreams #this might at least make a fun scene/short comic #(i say as i struggle to keep up with all my current projects and ideas) #calico is befuddled #dreamfiles #tw torture #this counts as crack whump

[lorienfae]

i.

Concessions flow in the shape of drizzle and tears and dew-kind, delivered into crevices between time. time and space and nothing. stillness without name. love without face. something unreconciled with somewhere and somewhen. I am flight. perched upon wakefulness. perched upon the slivers of dawn at the edge of my finger. rapt is but a shade upon my back, as I stumble over the tide into the openness that speaks of yin and yang and quiet. a quiet lull of heartsway. slid graceful, as in dreamfilled, a peace. a piece of celestial wholeness.

ii.

Truth billows in rivulets, currents passing through. awaken, hollers my psyche in the pallor of moonlight. I hover, perilune. we left asteroids to memory, a dust to taunt the temples with. traverse a cheekbone and step into a temple of the mind, humble. penitent. don't you atone when the light burns and the sun turns irate, blazing? you are the core, the door to breath, the elan and your colors iridesce. this safety, flows, sanctifies. embrace the echo, the hum of our veins, our ventricles.

© Anna S. 2023

#poetry #spilled ink #poem #writing #creative writing #poets on tumblr #free verse

[quettasecond]

are there any somgs youd like to see any screenshots of these outfits in? (muse will be added in a reblog later)

mari - snow priestess, mari the mysterious alluring thief, venus on a moonlit night, royal princess, bitter and sweet

dia - the miracle specialist, dias illusion, cherry blossom fairy, magical fever

yohane - a captivating shrine maiden, sweet rode, vegetable wonderland

riko - princess of the night sky, royal angel, blossom prelude, halloween dressup

chika - happy sweet easter, luxury christmas, signs of spring, a chikatastic summer, summer adventure

kanan - bleu reve, priestess of the sea god

you - snow crystal

hanamaru - pure white, forest fairy

ruby - sweet dreams halloween, dreamfilled rubyland

#gurgles #ll #love live #maintagging as well fuck it

[gretchensinister]

See what happens when I don't confine myself to a form? The carnival's arrival is so ambiguous when compared to the ending. I must poke at it.

Text of poem under read more.

Arrival

Printed words! Only black and white!

And they’ve got to hold a carnival!

The sights and smells and the calliope shriek!

Impossible enough! But wait—

These words aren’t just holding a carnival

They’re calling up the carnival

The one reality will always crawl beside

The one memory will call truer than the truth.

How’d you do it? How?

Let the words spill out and leap about,

The ones that rumbled, roared, and screamed

In with that midnight train:

dragon-glide

grieving to itself

lovely snail-gleam

lemon or cherry-colored semaphore

small steam feather

all-asleep-and-slumbering-dreamfilled cars

firefly-sparked churn

drowsy autumn hearthfire roar

hellfires

black meteor falls of coal

off in night country

funeral train all black plumed cars

licorice-colored cages

three different hymns mixed and lost, maybe not there at all

Closer it comes and closer!

calliope pipes shimmered with star explosions

sluicing ice-water air

howl of moon-dreamed dogs

the protests of a billion people dead or dying, not wanting to be dead

black confetti lost on its own sick-sweet candy wind

And then, when the carnival finally nests?

At last there was the clear-water sound of vast flags blowing.

What can I make of all of this, dazzled as I am?

Wanting only to lick it up like melted ice-cream

And make it a part of myself—

These fragments and so many more—

My mind plunges into them

Like a hand into a bin of polished stones

With as little care for their true nature.

Let me think. Let me think.

I can see how it is sinister—

Hellfire and funerals and howling in night country

Death and dying and sweetness that’s sick

And broken, absent hymns

But

There’s more here, in this exuberance:

Firefly sparks and little feathers, lovely snail-gleams—

These things are of the carnival, too.

The sparks the train makes on the tracks—

Lemon and cherry! Not just yellow, not just red,

But sweet things, good things, bright growing things.

And where’s the rot in dreamfilled cars?

Think of sleeping on a train

Rocked to sleep, and then the magic

Closing eyes here, and waking up there.

Ah, but that’s for those on the train, and yet

Even off it, isn’t it lovely, isn’t it grand

When new wonders wake nearby?

And then the most curious note in all the tune,

drowsy autumn hearthfire roar

A hearthfire? Comfort-home-embrace,

In the engine of this train?

Was the sound too good to leave it out?

For as the book wends on, the hearthfire seems to go

And only hellfire lingers.

Hearthfire, hellfire: in arrival

Both bring in the carnival.

Hearthfire.

Hellfire.

The thread I want to pull frays to nothing in my hand

As ambiguity loses out to threat,

The question I feel I’m promised is rejected

As inky carnival terrors blot out any quiet grays,

And yet.

Hearthfire.

Hellfire.

The pairing strikes a bell, and I hear it raucous sing

Of sweet comfort and necessity

In the world’s disordering.

#something wicked this way comes #something wicked is me #poetry #free verse

[peaceandlovepanda]

So I went to the park with my boyfriend today and had a magical dreamfilled day and we built a little world in the dirt and here he is taking photos of it because he's got such a filmmaker heart fuelled by childlike wonder

enchanted fairy forest

he's literally the best i love him so much

#it's true #i love this boy so much i cant breathe #and our lil world!!! in the dirt!!!! #im gonna marry this man #i swear #relationships #love #fairygarden #long distance romance #he's my dream #ohhhhh <3

[grumpygorman]

no leaf likethe next, restless childrenof fall- scattered andvibrant, in play orat rest, tiny toes flattengrass, eyes drift likeclouds through dreamfilled skies, when grown weary,they cozyinside, no leaf likethe next, autumn achefloods mychest.

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#abstract #autumn #coloursofthesoul #creativity #leaves #poetry #rhyme #spiritual evolution #writing

[estrogenpudding]

fml i overdid it again, i did not pace, i tryed to sleep w/o sleepymeds and i woke up after about 5 hours of horrible, dreamfilled sleep ;__;

[recaffeine]

I blow a dreamfilled dandelion

into the dreamland gales

Your heart deserves a tender touch

A smile on the stormy days

Can I wake you up from the morbid matter?

How long has your mind been haunted for?

There is enough love in this present moment

There's no need to wait for the future

Wake up and just be

Be with me

[keyboard-harpoon]

Weird dream

I had a dream that me and my friends were going to college in an old, white bus and the driver was Post Malone. He was very friendly and I brought him candy lmao. On our way to college, he stopped to pick up another friend and there was someone lying in a pool of blood, we tried to call the cops but it didn’t work for some reason. That’s all I can remember for now lmao

#dream files #weird #idek anymore #post malone #random #dreamfiles

[cerastes]

I was looking at this number, which she says “let’s establish a number with which to engage my Fucking Explode Function” (I don’t want to talk about that anymore!!!! It makes me sad!!!!) and drops this, and I was like, maybe it’s a random number, except I have this side of my brain that, as a writer, doesn’t believe in random numbers when writers use numbers, so maybe it meant something. I was thinking it could be a reference to the previous works of the author (could be, I’m not familiar with all of them) but then the codecracker brain engaged from seeing 4 and 1 next to each other, and if you use letter-to-number cIpher, the simplest cipher out there, that’s “DA” immediately, so I checked the others and 4=D 1=A 20=T and 5=E.

DATE.

:( don’t do that man

#dreamfiles

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Incoming dream rant:

had a dream last night about a dystopian novel I was reading that had the typical 'people are divided into factions and there's forbidden love' structure, but the factions were so ridiculous it felt kinda like a parody. For example,

-The lead faction was 'the gardeners' and they were all super uppity cottagecore types and had tea parties and stuff despite literally everything else being post apocalyptic

-The lowest faction was called 'Hexway' and they were all bikers/racecar drivers who were in charge of scavenging because they had the vehicles

-i don't remember any other faction clearly, but they were all based around an aesthetic

But anyways the main plot was kinda Romeo and Juliet, with (you probably guessed it) a dude from Hexway and a girl from the Garden falling in love

One of the major plot points was that the dude wanted to stockpile his gasoline ration until he could just...leave

And ofc it had nice whumpy moments such as:

-The dude getting cornered and beat up by a bunch of people from the Garden after he was caught talking to the girl

-The girl agreeing to an arranged marriage in an effort to protect him

-The leader of the faction capturing him anyway and torturing him after finding out he wanted to leave (don't remember a lot of details but I think it involved drugging and some skin being removed)

All in all, 9/10 dream, would have again

#it was one of thosethose cool dreams where you start reading a book but then suddenly youre inside the world just kinda observing #or seeing through a characters' eyes #best part is i started reading it in-dream because i heard there was a whunp scene lol #might write this someday idk #calico is befuddled #dreamrants #tw torture #i feel like my best stories come from dreams #dreamfiles

[kathryn-thomas-blog]

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[authorhenrijenkins]

SHE

She scratched and gnawed her way in

with comely words and tender kisses.

She demanded and screamed me into submission

with fingered grazes and dreamfilled eyes.

She bitched and moaned at my life

with praised confidence and subtle support.

She beat and molded two into one

with loving embraces and tears.

She designed and constructed adding more

with a mother's touch and a daughter's grace.

She sweat and clawed us a promising present

with certainty and hope.

She died

with love always.

© 2018 Henri Jenkins

#authorhenrijenkins #henri jenkins #poem #poetry #writing

[axomlyrics]

Am I Dreaming Lyrics - Lil Nas X Feat. Miley Cyrus

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[soulreserve]

as stars

we skirt, unnamed beings of dust, nebulas in constant churn, this cosmic collusion brought forth our nearness, we are unaware yet, of each other our gravities pull, we spin, closer, denser with the clouds we raise, in our starfilled universe, dreamfilled eyes still closed, as we condense matter, space between us into a dance, of brimming closure, we are close, we are moving, in tandem, at a pace that gods decide we open our eyes to possibilities, and collapse into one, that which is of infinite brightness, shimmering at the centre of our souls, we are born as stars then, and as stars we undo our glimmering bodies, and touch.

© SoulReserve 2017

#as stars #your touch #universe #starfilled #love #love poem #poetry #twcpoetry #writerscreed #deadpoetsnet #poetryriot #rejectscorner #poets on tumblr #new poets society #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #science poem