I had a dream last night where Mumbo went to a hermit pool party but wore his suit the entire time, even in the water
He also shaved his moustache off for some reason, but wouldn’t look Grian in the face and Grian was like "wait what-WAIT WHAT”
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im so bitter covid killed the buffet industry right when i got confident enough to be a glutton in public
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My stress dreams mostly take the shape of navigating unnavigable spaces, but the space is consistent across dreams. They are real places except utterly unreal. False cities.
new york city, in my dreams
A vast city of brownstones with no end, but I always find myself on the same street with green trees casting a dappled shade over ever thing. It’s dense with low those red brick houses and parked cars.
If you walk down the steps to the basement of the houses you would find vast unmarked shops, empty in their centre, and customers crowded into corners. If you were to walk up the steps into a home it would be empty. All white walls and narrow rooms.
There is a train in this city, if you are able to find it’s entrance. It’s a gash in the ground where the packed streets converge into a spiral. You enter impossibly deeper and deeper inside it. It’s hard to leave once you enter.
The walls are white brick. The platforms are white brick. The maze of hallways and stairs descends deeper to a network of too many train lines. You descend stairs to platforms merely ten feet long or a different set of stairs to a platform that stretches impossibly long into the dark. The tracks and platforms intersect haphazardly, and if the trains didn’t run quite on time you know they would run each other through.
If you get on a train, you can take it to the outer reaches of the city. I have not gotten off in the north, but I’ve seen the landscape out the train windows. It is made of small sandy islands that the train stays far above. It takes a long slow and circuitous route. The train rarely stops, just passes over places that desperately need it to stop there. There are so many train lines but they so rarely share stations with one another. A passenger has no choice but to ride a trains long winding two hour route to their destination.
In the South, the train moves around a neighborhood set into the curve of a mountain. There is only station here, and when you exit you take a long winding path down the mountain into the neighborhood. The houses and streets are as tightly packed as they are in the city centre, but here they are built into the curves of the mountain. It’s hard to distinguish between plant, brick, house, and geology. It’s also where all the interesting people doing thankless work live.
Walking north from mountainous neighborhood, you approach the southern beach. There is a long, flat, wide bridge only slightly above the water level, made from planks of wood. It has no guardrails. It is essentially a massive boardwalk. Next to the bridge is a set of train tracks level with the water, but no train comes here anymore. Following the boardwalk takes you to a small flat island of sand. You could walk from side to side in under five minutes but it would take an hour to walk the length. There are houses here too, uncomfortably far apart from one another and fading into a haze of heat and pollution. This is the only place you can afford to live. It’s entirely exposed. It will be washed away in the next storm.
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she needs to stop appearing in my dreams it’s bordering on obsession at this point
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14. a reoccurring dream
i escape to a place in my mind / where reality meets fiction and my sight / is blurred and murred by a love of all things new / carpe diem with one hand / hold non omnia possumus omnes in the other / wrestle with the contradiction / of ever-changing change: it revolves and this evolves / dissolves / into solutions minus a problem / the dream? it didn't stay / but it returned / again
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Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Don't give the hunter his fun, fun, fun
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Or in other words, a nightmare I had several times this past week
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can you describe the dysphoria not about gender thing ??
I feel almost as if there is a disconnect to how I perceive myself and my identity to how i look in images or videos and it's not really dysmorphia because it's not about my flaws or thinking I'm ugly or something it's just the person I see does not align with what I see in my head and it's a weird feeling of seeing yourself almost as a stranger idk. It could be gender but I'm pretty chill with anything and whatever when it comes to that and I don't feel a specific gender emotion about it either idk. I have issues
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