I had a dream last night that me and Docm77 were trapped in a warzone and he tackled me to the ground to save me from gunfire and then together we took out like ten guys.
I'm sure this says something about my psyche and that something is that if I ever met Docm77 in real life I think we would commit war crimes.
currently consumed by thoughts of dreamswap aus. like. morpheus lucienne corinthian switching places. every single iteration is so mmmmnjuicyweird. the power dynamics. the Implications. the trying to figure out who the fuck lucienne would be as a nightmare.
thinking about the fairy tale trope of a kiss from your true love having magical properties and how often these kisses are used to wake up characters who are asleep or in some state of suspended animation or give them back something they lost. thinking about fitz walking around half-forged and detached from his own emotions until the fool kisses him and gives him back all of those memories and emotions effectively “waking him up” again and giving him back something he'd lost. and by thinking i of course mean i am screaming incoherently.
so last night i acrually did dream but the creature was like offbeand pillsbury doughbiy w skin and even though i took it on my bike and it got wind whip chilled it was v cheerful so. it’s a start ig. needs some work some refining but maybe one day………..
i have such weirdly mundane dreams lately. last night i dreamed about getting mildly frustrated with spotify because i couldn't find the version of a song i wanted and also being annoyed that one of my decorations fell off the wall AGAIN (it didn't)