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I was in Minecraft, just started a new world. Spawned right next to a large structure like some kinda dungeon building. It was surrounded by iron fences and had tinted windows. I could see a ton of hostile mobs inside. I made plans to set up some kinda pit trap around the building so I could just break a wall and release them all into the trap to kill them. There was a new entity in the game, which was a large pink egg that would float and move around. You could capture the egg by surrounding it with blocks. It hatched into a Spritzee eventually. You could tame it with flowers and it had the effect of luring mobs with its scent.
One time I dreamt I was in Medusa's garden and sat on a quartz bench. I saw my mother approach me in white robes with her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and i immediately looked at the ground. My mother sat next to me and said "Have you killed anyone recently?" I felt the need to lie so I said yes. She congratulated me and started to comb through my hair, giving me gruesome tips on how to kill people. Terrified, I kept my eyes on the ground. After a minute, my mother frowned. "It's about time you woke up." She said sternly. For some reason, I nodded quickly and rolled my eyes back as well, waking up.
It was one of the more psychologically damaging dreams I had haha
I sat there on the bus, the happiest moment I can remember. We were next to each other, hand in hand. He understood me and I, him. It wasn't all about me, and I could accept that. We both had talents equally as interesting as the other. But then I woke up, to a disappointing life, all alone.
Okay, but Dream be like—
My super bizarre Christmas dream
I had the weirdest dream ever, I'll try to tell it as clearly as I can, because it's very confusing. I dreamed that there was also a Christmas special on Netflix, I saw the cover and even the title, but I don't remember the title, in the exhibition part there were Raj and Stuart wearing sweaters with embroidered reindeer and they were holding boxes and entering a restaurant that, believe it or not, belonged to the two of them, that's right, Raj and Stuart opened a restaurant together. But that's not the worst part. Bert runs into the two of them and asks how they are and where the rest of the gang is, Raj and Stuart look at each other, wondering whether or not to tell, they decide to tell and now my dream/Christmas special series changes to a room, a living room in a cabin with all the wooden furniture, with a crackling fireplace all decorated with stockings, the whole cabin was decorated in the Christmas spirit, especially the room. Inside this room is the entire cast of Young Sheldon, mini Sheldon was present, but he wasn't our Sheldon, he was Sheldon and Amy's son, and even George was there, alive and everything. From what I remember, it seems that Sheldon's family were in this cabin and they were the ones raising Shamy's son, the dream/Christmas special series was also a sitcom genre, every time they made a joke the audience laughed, the dream/Christmas special series, showed in a light and comforting way the chaotic day to day life of the Cooper family, Mary being the same obsessed Christian, George just being a calm guy and Connie as always with her wine in hand, mini Sheldon/Shamy's son always around them. Now the dream/Christmas special series, took a very dark turn because it will explain the disappearance of Sheldon, Amy, Leonard and Penny. So, Penny was pregnant just like at the end of the series, but in my dream, she had a car accident and ended up dying along with the baby. Leonard is completely devastated and inconsolable and decides to end his life. Sheldon, seeing his two best friends die in such a cruel way, becomes totally paranoid about security and ends up isolating himself from everything else, even from his family. He isolated himself so much that it was as if he had also died. And finally, Amy. Amy, seeing that she was unable to help her husband recover and totally shaken by the death of her best friend, begins to become extremely depressed. Finally, she decided that she should prioritize herself for once in her life. Since she met Sheldon, she dedicated herself 100% to him and with her newborn son (in this dream, she already had the baby before Penny), she realized that her life would continue to be dedicated only to her son. So, in an attempt to prioritize herself, she dropped everything and ran away. No one knows her whereabouts. Guys, it was a much more detailed dream, but I don't know how to explain it and I don't remember everything. I've always had dreams that seem more like movies and I know it's kind of hard to believe, but believe me, in my dream it was 10x worse. It's a shame I woke up before finding out what happened to Howard and Bernadette.
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“Sometimes the best thing to do is to not wake up.” -The Sphere
I never really got a childhood. Sure, I had a beginning, but a troubled one. I became an escapist from day one, always flying to my imaginary world instead of the real one. I didn't like reality, and frankly, I still don't because of the people inside them. I had to grow up too fast. They pushed me into the blinding reality, and I got hurt. They laughed when I fell in my hole, and they never helped me get back out. I never forgave them for that. Now, as I look back, my beginning was stolen, my middle was me realizing it, and what will my end be? All I want is a happily ever after, something of fairy tales. I want to be the girl raised by wolves, or protected by the forest creatures. I want to find someone who makes me feel so loved I won't even have to doubt it anymore. I need something to prove me wrong that my end won't be as tragic as how it all was written in the start. It's time I pick up the pencil. It's time I start rewriting my life.
- Dreaming of Wolves// Short Stories
1 DREAM
" I keep getting these nightmares that are keeping me up. But that's ok, because I know that you'll always be by my side to protect me. Right, Mr.umbra?"
I had this weird creepy dream.
Apparently there was a murder in our house, that somehow became the shape of a square but the middle was empty. The women in our house stayed in the higher floors while I stayed down investigating with my brothers and cousins while my father was talking with I don't know.... probably the authorities...? What's weird is my uncle was skiing relaxed with it qnd was recording and smiling normally.
Anyways that's not the creepy part. The creepy one is that when I poked my head through one of the doors that lead to the middle of the empty square it looked like a no man land. Though I saw 3 dead bulls laying on their stomachs as if they're sitting though they were clearly dead as the top of there back and down was eaten. Weird part the corners of the bull wasn't eaten and the blood haven't spilled so it was like tube full of blood. Now one of the creepy things in the dream, if you wanna call it that, is that there's a dear or a goat , I don't know I didn't go that close to see, was alive and swimming inside the bull whixh is all bloody. I didn't dare get closer and quickly stepped back as whatever that thing was giving a very off vibes.
Wait, I am not done yet. Stepping back I accidentally walked back into someone. I turned around and it was my mom holding alot of pens, they were for some reason black?, and my sketch book. I looked around and found the woman of my family came down. My mom asked me if I wanna draw something, but I shook my head and told her I need to help the boys.
Now for the very creepy part. She dropped the pens and the sketch books and along with that friendly smile of hers and looked at me dead in the eye's and told me in a very serious and deep voice " let the murder be". Though her eye's weren't the usual warm brown happy eye's, they were very black and void of any emotion, which crept the fuck out of me and I woke up panting.
Wait wait wait, there's still more. I drank water and went to check the time, and guess what ? It was 3:33 fucking in the morning. That was all that needed for me to panic and turn the lights on as everything became overhelming.
Day 5 Self Love Journal Prompts
5. What makes you happiest in life?
It depends, do you want the long list or the short list? Over all, my pets, my family, music, my friends, and my partner <3
My family has always had dogs, and we have four right now (dog tax below)! We also had hermit crabs while I was in elementary school, and I had a Goliath beetle in a terrarium, and a worm garden/compost bin that I saw as my pets, but my dad secretly used for fishing bait lol.
I'm the oldest sibling in my family, and I have two younger siblings (hi Jordan lol). I'm honestly pretty close to my family, and I'm thankful to get along with them pretty well!
I've always loved music, and I think my taste in music is pretty broad. A few of my current top picks are Lovejoy, dodie (seeing her in concert soon hopefully!), Laufey, BTS, Lemon Demon, Billy Joel, Mitski (just now getting into her music honestly), Dream, Hozier, Sleeping At Last, mxmtoon, Taylor Swift, Paramore, Lizzy McAlpine, and anything musical theatre honestly lol. I also listen to 80's music pretty often, but that's what my parents listened to when I was a kid so it's just kind of ingrained in my lol.
I'm really lucky to be in a place now where I have several close friends that I really trust and can rely on (hi Jordan (again)). I have my sister, my cousin, my college roommate, and my partner, and a lot of other friends I've made in the last few years. For a long time I've struggled with making, and mostly keeping, friendships. It's easy to be friendly and get along with people, but I have a hard time taking the next step after that, so I feel like I have a lot of "surface level" friends. I love them, and I appreciate their place in my life, but there's a lot of people I wish I was able to be closer to. Past that, I've always wrestled with feeling like even if I make friends, they won't stick around or will make "better" friends and not need me around anymore. Unfortunately I've had it happen enough times that it's a deep fear of mine, but I'm slowly working through it thanks to my current friends :)
My partner and I have been dating for 5 years, but we've known each other since we were little kids. He's been my best friend and rock, especially through the rough time periods where my friendships were really struggling. He's been there for me through thick and thin, encouraged my growth as a person, and is absolutely just the most loving, kind, adorable person. He's my person, and he makes my days better just by existing <3
Currently feeling very sane and very normal about dream and his pretty ass face
My Desired Self:
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I want to be loved. I just need to be open, and begin to love myself. One day I will be loved. One day I'll love me. One day love will not be a burden, or mistake. One day love will be love, and more than a word used for something it isn't. One day I will be loved. One day I will feel love.
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in my head i'm a cool pinterest boy
Had a really weird dream where I was making a steampunk Sherlock Holmes au, where both Holmes and Watson are like in their twenties???? And Watson gets into an accident which causes him to be really badly wounded and to get prosthetic like almost everything so he basically is a steampunk cyborg now and he is very sad because of that and his family doesn't support him and there's a scene where Holmes has to comfort him but it's really hard to do for him in a traditional way because well he is Sherlock Holmes (who may be autistic btw it's just an observation) but he does his best. I also remember I was writing a post about how I want Sherlock to be ace representation in my au??? Which IS my headcannon btw
So uh yeah... I can't stop thinking about this dream
So I just had a dream where I got hurt or something and I was about to go to the hospital but they couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me so I went to this weird little shop where they have medical records in the basement and one thing led to another and Owen Hunt from Greys Anatomy was chasing me and idk who else but Ik I was people and was trying to kill us so we managed to look the door on him and made it to this tricycle that was in the parking lot and got away...
Some dream content because I'm falling for this man
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I had a dream about Jacksepticeye, my first one actually, anyways about the dream, I was walking out of my school and into the parking lot and onto the bus and I sat alone and I looked out at the window and I saw Jack just chilling in a blue pickup truck, and it was weird too because I then looked away right after and he was there, like in the bus with me, and it gets weirder to because I couldn't hear him, I mean I could hear the bus driver, myself, and the kids on the bus but not him. Anyways, that's all I wanted to share.
Dear diary... yesterday I saw heaven . . . #vinylrecordsshop #vinyls #vinyl #record #shop #aestheticshop #aesthetic #beauty #dream #dreamcometrue #heaven (w: Heaven) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxb3isMCy3q/?igshid=d882g3cyt099
Sorry I haven’t posted much art in a while… I’ve kinda gotten wrapped around it and I’m trying to improve by a certain margin before posting again…
For some reason i have a habit of setting arbitrary limits on myself before i do something… such as reaching a certain skill level in drawing before sharing it or 100% a game before i move on to play something else… But more than that… with art in particular, i feel a deep yearning to improve… to reach some kind of gold standard… I know it’s not healthy but… sometimes i feel like i can only value myself by my skills and accomplishments rather than anything inherent to myself… it feels like i have to EARN any respect from myself or others because it’s not free… and right now I haven’t earned it yet cause nothing I’ve made is good enough yet…
Tw: goreish (Not too graphic but just in case)
Howdy it’s me, been dealing with a slight illness…
Nothing too bad, but I hate sleeping with a fever. I always end up getting nightmares. Although today the nightmare I got was just plain
Weird
I basically dreamed up a clip compilation of a Saw movie, only instead of being the regular formula it was a road trip, comedy-esque, slapstick fest…
Like Jack*as on wheels… The scenes would always play out with a victim and then the “Saw” guy (played by Ryan Renolds with Deadpool makeup, idk why) And each clip would be a random “torture” moment filmed like a funny bit…
The clips themselves are kind of a blur for me… all except one.
The victim and Ryan “SAW” Renolds are stranded at the side of the road, I guess their car broke down, And their in the middle of a conversation, the contents of which are not important, all of a sudden Ryan just shoots the victim with a staple gun, The victim obviously yells out in pain, and starts to back away. Ryan just gets closer and keeps stapling him, he says “Don’t be such a baby!” And to his credit he’s not just stapling Willy Nilly, the victim has a small gash around their lower stomach which is where he’s stapling… (Im not a doctor but… I don’t think the gash was quite that large to warrant staples but oh well). Anyway the Victim starts running away with Ryan hot on his heels. Ryan catches up, and the two end up in a skirmish, which results in the victim wrenching the staple gun away. Now the boot is on the other foot. Ryan is bent over catching his breath, as the victim slowly approaches him for some payback. Ryan then starts
SPRINTING LIKE A GAZELLE ON THE SAVANNAH
Trying to get away from the victim with the staple gun, at which point I said NAH, and opened a settings menu and just pulled down the slider on Ryan’s speed so the victim could catch up. It’s really funny seeing how he ran cause he was doing a simple “Running” animation but for no reason his character model was bouncing around 6ft up in the air like he was on a pogo stick or something, although he wasn’t ACTUALLY on a pogo stick. Do not miss interpret that, there were no pogo sticks in this dream…
Anyway, the victim catches up and shoots Ryan with staples… Then I woke up…
To be honest, I’ve never actually seen a “SAW” movie, truth be told I kinda hate horror movies… especially overly graphic ones… But for some reason that entire dream was just labeled “SAW” in my brain and the whole time I knew that this was the intended source…
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Dream and George be like...
