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odyssej · 2 months

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Even this dream just now was indicative: a girl clad in a long black dress announcing that she’d be happily living in the woods, while a woman walks through the ship, looking on the very waters where her relatives had drowned during an earlier shipwreck.

Perhaps it’s about letting go of the grief, the depression, the past, and finally start living the life for myself?

Anyway. I’ll go back to sleep again. Maybe I’ll continue the scenes later this morning.

#dream jots

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xbraveheartx · 7 months

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Wakes up in a cold sweat— So wait, but if Ergo is believed to be only formed in victims of the Petrificarion Disease, then why do human enemies without PD drop ergo?

This is why I call bull on that loading screen saying both Carlo and Romeo died of PD with everything else in the game pointing otherwise… Specifically in regards to the discussion of “Well it must be true because otherwise they could never have become puppets without their ergo!” The Stalkers you fight, The Black Rabbit Brotherhood— they all give you ergo. The BRB even give you a solid ergo chunk.

Geppetto started the puppet frenzy specifically to farm ergo from people in the massacre. The entirety of Krat can’t just conveniently have PD, especially not so early on, right? Sophia is also a special person who can use ergo in ways prior not thought possible (time manipulation— Our “Lie or Die” screen of the clock ticking backwards to “revive” us back to a time we were okay), so ergo is definitely something less… solid and tangible like we all want to define it, and more so an… essence… energy… soul of sorts?? Magic?

… I need to sleep again, but when I run my NG++ I’ll definitely try to pay more attention to what she says when explaining ergo, because I feel when she does, she becomes our most reliable narrator since there’s nothing left to hide.

#Lies of P #Lies of P Spoilers #I literally gasped awake from a LoP dream and went ‘BUT WAIT—‘ this game is consuming my life…. I’m too far gone #I just… I just have thoughts… and feelings… and. And I’m running on like 3ish hours of sleep since I keep waking up #but I needed to jot this down because. ughhnnnn… this GAME

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a-ers · 4 months

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Astarion does not have sex, or even let people touch him sexually, while he's wearing that shirt- the shirt he's been painstakingly maintaining for over 200 years.

He won't allow the one thing that reminds him of who he used to be be sullied by what he is now.

#a vision came to me in a dream #also hes asexual but thats not discourse im prepared to start yet #bg3 #asterion #baulders gate 3 #im not joking btw i did snap awake from a car nap and immediately jot this down

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kindofsortofmaybe · 1 year

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i’ve seen a couple people say they’re tired of boring “happily ever after” type endings in reference to the toh finale, and it’s also a sentiment i’ve seen fairly often in general, and i just… first of all, to each their own. we all like different stuff in media. but on a personal level i just don’t understand. so much media that ends with “happily ever after” doesn’t end that way for no reason. it ends that way because it’s important to the story—to the themes, to character arcs, etc.

and the owl house? the owl house would be doing itself a disservice if it had a “realistic” or “gritty” tragic ending, because that has never been in line with what this show is about. SO much of it is about hope and healing, self discovery, overcoming grief, and finding love and community. and a show where those are some of the most important elements of the narrative/characters would NOT be better off with a tragic interesting, no matter how much “more interesting” people think it might be.

idk, i guess what i’m trying to say is like… a story’s ending should never solely intend to fulfill or defy certain tropes. it should aim to complete the story in a way that makes sense, and for the owl house, that’s an ending of healing and hope and family, and, yeah, of “happily ever after”

#sorry i just. get tired #of people acting like tragic endings are by default better #bc they’re ‘more realistic’ or ‘less boring’ or whatever #because FIRST of all realism is NOT the highest form of art so jot that down #second of all if you think happy endings are boring by default then. idk what to tell you. try critical analysis and get well soon #toh spoilers #watching and dreaming #toh talk #maybetalkstoomuch

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katbrando · 2 months

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struck by the sudden idea to do a fake magazine article/interview for my diego 👁️👁️ mostly bc i started sketching a bust of him with a baby gator sitting on his shoulders.... imagine that being the cover of a magazine... he's such a celebrity in the herpetology world, he's like a rising star, everyone loves him bc he's charming and so good at what he does and he loves animals so much.. also!!! he's sexy

#i will probably pass out soon bc i got no sleep last night and i need to catch up tonight fdhsgidsuhfdsf #but i needed to jot this down bc i love the idea so much... good lord i love him #he is Everythingggggggg to me ... 🧡🧡🧡 i hope he pops up in my dreams

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odyssej · 21 days

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Dreamt an old high school classmate had just passed away from his alcoholism. It wasn't even someone I talked to at all, and he's the last person I'd expect to even touch a drop. But before this I kept thinking how Dr. Wanless should have Isaac (which my classmate was called) for a first name, and Morton can then be his middle. That way it'd read, Dr. I. M. Wanless. I deliberately chose this surname for its meaning: hopelessness; despair - there's even a debate that it could very well mean "free of sadness" actually. It could also be spelt as Wandless, hence "I am wandless". Much like how his patient, Ernst, thinks to finally let go of his conductor baton.

Anyway, I've been still very burnt out, obviously. Had to nap for a couple hours, this time dreaming of a rando, maybe American, in his shorts, white socks and sandals, with a white cap covering curly black hair down to his ears, Laying about morosely in his camping chair, on the lawn, and when he went for a smoke break inside his van, it seemed he used an e-cigarette (in fact he'd made his own business selling these), forest green with "MYSTERIOUS" printed on it. I saw stacks and stacks of it. Perhaps he wasn't having a good time 'cause people thought his cigs were crap.

When he went to lay in his chair again, a blonde little girl skipped over to him, and he scooped her up. Probably his daughter. He asked her how she was able to remember so many memories at her tender age, and she simply brought out this toy wand, with quite a few colourful buttons and a bubblelike globe on the top. "If you press this, and this, and this, you will remember what you want to remember."

I felt like the dad here - already that seemed easier said than done. But he still smiled, and took her back to the house. And then I woke up, still groggy as heck but cooked dinner. For once I felt normal.

Despite dreaming of depressed people doing depressing things.

#dream jots

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columbocorners · 7 months

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also while I do talk about otto mostly because of the fact I have a lot of thoughts on him, I'd really like to go into how noone is as a character because she is inherently the better person than otto but I also feel like she does carry a few flaws and more than that there is a lot you could gage about her experiences and general background that I feel like are really something that kind of makes it where I really wished maybe even the game had more comics to explore the counties specifically on the water disease she had and what ehr experiences where with her old doctor and her own family and it makes it even worse thinking about the fact she's in the nowhere kind of away from her parents and on her own to experience a lot more of what used to be her nightmares but now is her reality so if anyone wants to ask me about some things I think about regarding noone ( also ruth I know is their name too btw ) then I'd really like to talk about it

#the sounds of nightmares #little nightmares #little nightmares 3 #tson #tson noone #because ngl I haven't had the chance to jot down all my feelings abt them and their family but I really would like to y'know?#esp about the flower bc I feel like its also something to consider the symbolism of it + the otherall dreams and what some of it represents

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pterodaustro · 2 months

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just remembered that this morning i got woken up by a "nightmare" but instead of being anything traditionally scary, the dream was about mortality and more specifically how youre remembered after death

#i dont remember the details of the dream i just jotted down the basics right after i woke up so id remember #anyway i havent had a dream wake me up like that since i was in elementary school

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heymob · 5 months

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i seem to keep fallingasleep / passing out / dropping off today and so now my body is so deeply angry at me

#laika's logs #i think i had a weird dream or a daydream idk rn #but i feel like i wanna jot it down b4 i forget much

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midwinterhunt · 6 months

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I was a teen, just trying to borrow my mom's car. Going to some event or another. I was driving down a slope and the car got going really fast and I couldn't make the breaks work fast enough and an intersections was coming up... I decided that I was in the middle of the road, no cars were parked around me, and no one behind me, so it was better to spin out than go into the intersection.

I almost rolled. Almost. In the end I pulled over to the curb to check the damage. No obvious dents, but the tires were all loose and bent where they were mounted and one had been torn at the rubber and was very flat.

While I was assessing the damage a cop showed up. Luckily it didn't seem like he'd seen my spinout, but he was asking questions. I mostly tried to play it off as me just having a flat, nothing had happened, but he was pretty persistent. At some point my mom showed up and we started really going over the damage and the cop kept going further and further out of his way to make me say something that would have it seem like i did something illegal and I was getting really nervous.

At some point a boy showed up to watch. He seemed to be about my age, lanky, brown hair so dark it looked black, and I never got a good look at his eyes. For some reason I couldn't focus on his eyes. Either he was facing away from me, or I was looking down at his hands, or any other reason, not once would I ever be able to fully take in his eyes.

Before the cop got too much to work with, this boy started making a scene about what was under the elevated porches of two buildings on one of the lots. And I shit you not, there were two pizzas, thirty feet across, just chilling under the houses. The boy also pointed out a sign that read "Official Ninja Turtle Filming Location". The cop was successfully distracted by this, and honestly so was I. That was pretty wild, and how did I not notice that before?

After the cop left I got talking to the Boy, asking questions. I Couldn't believe there was a movie being filmed here and when I tried to look for the sign again I couldn't find it.* All the signage was just about this being a boy's home for troubled kids. The Boy just grinned and didn't comment on it. Instead he had me follow him. (the pizza, too, was gone the next time I looked)

*Dreamer's Note: I can usually go back and read things multiple times in my dreams without trouble. I never have to deal with something saying different words each time I read it, so I was very confused to experience this.

We went into the boy's home, which,,,, really should have been labeled a daycare with the age of the kids there. There was one adult, and a bunch of kids all under the age ten. The Boy produced a balloon and baby doll out of seemingly nowhere and handed them to the kids who went feral over them, much to the dismay of the adult on shift. I took pity on the poor man and got the toys back, but the ruckus had summoned one of the head staff, who demanded what we were doing there. Me and Boy lied and said we were volunteers, and our horrible lie was fully believed. We giggled and Boy grabbed my hand and we ran out with wild abandon.

We spent the day together, having fun, becoming friends, getting into trouble and not getting caught. It was dark before we started walking home. We were passing by a field of cows, still fully engrossed in conversation, although my eyes were drawn to the ground in front of me instead of looking at him. At some point I realized he wasn't beside me anymore so I stopped and looked back. He was a good ten feet away and suddenly putting on a ski mask.

I was just confused, "What are you doing???"

"Didn't you see it?" And with that he jumped the fence and ran to pull a calf out of a water trough, which I had not seen, no, because I was staring at the ground. The calf was limp and fell to the ground once pulled out, not breathing. But since it wasn't stiff it could still be alive. The Boy was fretting, but after pulling it out he wasn't doing anything super useful.

"Don't you know how to do cow CPR?!" I shouted, as if that was a normal thing to know.*

*Dreamer's Note: I irl know emergency medical protocols for farm animals because i was a farm kid and yes, this is a situation I could actually handle. (how i handled in the dream could have been better)

He gave me a look like I'd grown a second head. I only hesitated for a second before I jumped the fence to help the calf. I started talking through ways to get a heart pumping again, getting air back in the lungs, getting water out, but in the end it just needed held up and a bit of good pressure to help cough out the water and start trying to breath again. Apparently it hadn't actually been in the water very long.

We were about to celebrate our relief and success when a bright flight flashed over us and a rough voice shouted "HEY!" There was a rancher with a gun, and we were a couple kids trespassing on his property with his livestock with a coughing soaked calf next to us and one of us in a ski mask. Naturally we bolted.

It was weird, the world seemed to warp and bend and then suddenly we were in a barren empty field without any life, only hard packed dirt. The Boy was so apologetic and frantic and it took me a while to get him to calm down enough to explain.

He explained that he had powers. He didn't explain where they came from, or what he was, but he had the power to shape things around him. Such as making pizza and a sign appear, or toys, or being able to warp his form to travel very quickly. He never meant to do that to me, it was just a reflex. He had warped my body with his, making us one body for the few microseconds it took to move us away from the situation. It was just for the blink of an eye, but it was enough to alter me into being what he was. He changed me to be like him. He'd only wanted to help, to have a friend, and now he'd ruined my life.

I assured him that it was okay, nothing had been ruined. I didn't feel any different. He said that wasn't the problem. He'd been on the run from the authorities his whole life. They were trying to capture him for who knows what reason and that made it impossible to have a home, friends, .....family. And of course I still had a mom who loved me. It started to sink in that I might have to actually not be fully grasping what this meant.

We spent the summer teaching me how to use my new powers. I learned how to will things into existence, but it was hard to alter the forms of myself and other things. But we did grow very close and could easily meld our bodies into one, and when we did that it was easy for both of us to change our shape in whatever way we desired.

It was during one of our regular practices when we found the barrier. It was early evening, so the glow of the minty green field was lighting up like auroras. The Boy recognized it, the military group that was chasing him often used it to try to keep him trapped. Of course to the ordinary eye the barrier was nearly invisible, and completely intangible. But to those with powers, it was nearly impassible. See, the barrier worked with fields of light and energy, and prevented anything that didn't share its artificial pattern from passing through. And of course the agency's powered members had their patterns forcibly reformatted to match.

The Boy was very confident that we could change our patterns and slip through, but we couldn't stay here any longer. We had to get ready and leave so we weren't tracked down and captured. I.... didn't want to leave my mom, but this was all getting real very fast.

We packed light, just a single backpack for each of us. I'd been told the route beforehand, I knew the pattern I needed to have, although I was hoping to rely on us combining to be sure I could do it right. But I knew we just had to head west, reach the border, get out of range.

Everything went very wrong. When we got there, the patterns had changed and we couldn't get through, and it would take time to learn the new pattern, and we could hear the sounds of trucks and men coming our way. Luckily the Boy had a plan B.

We ran the other way, down back trails and alleys. There was a contact we could meet, an old man, who had a way to get us out of the barrier. Unfortunately the group chasing us was closing in. The Boy pushed me forward, told me to keep moving, that he'd distract them then catch up. I was scared, so I did as told. I ran until I hit a fence, then went along it until I met the contact at a break. He rushed me through and ordered me to run and hide, there wasn't time to explain.

I ducked into the grass, but when I heard the trucks pull up I was too scared to move. All I heard was a back and forth, the old man insisting that they had nothing to search for here, some stern voices, then a gunshot. The old man fell to the ground and flashlights passed over the area. There was a moment where the lights retreated and I let myself breath. But then the commanding officer paused and turned back, shined his light right over me, and began to approach. I curled in on myself as much as possible, hoping I could just disappear. The officer reached out a hand and I blacked out.

There was a specific military organization that specialized in containing powered individuals, and using these human weapons to deal with... more than normal threats. This agency was top secret, naturally.

They put me through the same process they did for every person they brought in: have me an inhibitor arm cuff so I could only use my powers in authorized ways, put me through weeks of training, both with my powers and military training, and they broke down my physical body into the basest form of my powers. Which meant instead of looking human, I now had an orange crystalline look, yet my body was pliable. Orbs had replaces my hands, feet, and even head. I was faceless. They didn't give me clothes, after all, I had nothing to cover.

When I was finally able to reunite with the Boy, he looked the same at me. After all, the same power would have the same base form. We were taken to a holding block with several other powered individuals who were all pretty jaded from living like this for so long. Many of them could no longer speak after having their forms altered, and one of them seemed to have lost his ability to reason. He specifically looked a bit like a dog sized dinosaur, a raptor of some kind, but on four legs instead of two, and he was pecking at their food tray on the ground like a bird. Another resident, a grayish green small fellow in an orange jumpsuit was chastising the dino kid for eating like an animal.

I told the little guy, and I do mean little like less than a foot tall, to lay off the kid, they couldn't help it. Well Little Guy got all up in my case demanding who I thought I was, talking to the strongest guy in the room like that when I was just a greenie.

The Boy easily took over, his endless confidence making me feel stronger as he took my hand. "Not anymore," he said, "We're the strongest." He gently tugged on my hand and I could practically read his intent through our contact. We backed up in perfect sync and sat with our backs together in a nearly mirrored confident pose as the Boy explained that our powers were limitless. We could make anything. Out of the same kind of faux light construct* that many power users could make, we could create proper material objects. And we demonstrate this together, by making a couple of round things of light, then turning them solid and tossing them over.

*A Faux Light Construct is light particles shaped into an object, but it is transparent and dissipates the moment it loses contact with the maker.

After that showing, the two of us became pretty respected. And we convinced the powered residents that we didn't have to stay as weapons, we couldn't be kept here. Together we were strong enough to escape. And we were.

It took us a long time, but we did get everything ready. We staged a prison riot that me and the Boy used as cover to break the ballistic glass. It only took a little manipulation of out arms into long powered vine-like things with hardened pointed to shoot out at the glass. We did that over and over, the spiderweb crack growing each time. Of course the director of the program noticed, but it was too late. The glass shield shattered and we all took off. Me and the Boy were the most powerful, most dangerous, most valuable of all of the others even put together, to we were the distraction. All the others were able to run to safety and get underground to care for themselves while we took to the sky. It was easy to get the inhibitors off once we got into the airfield, then we merged and took the form of one of their fastest jets and took off. The chase was close, even when we tried to give ourself more thruster power, we couldn't shake them. We had an idea though. They were hunting the strongest, fastest thing in the sky, not some dinky little farm plane that was so slow it could practically hover in a headwind.

We dove into a cloud, transformed into the shittiest plane we could imagine, made an illusion of the plane we used to be to keep our course for a while, then we headed west. Into the sunset.

And that is why we are here, little human, speaking to you now. We came to this old forest years ago, to hide among the redwood trees. These are the only ones that grow large enough to hide the size we grow to. And even then we must still trim ourself shorter frequently.

You see, we are not whole. We can't separate anymore, because something is Wrong. If we separate, we might not survive. Or at least, one of us won't. A most beloved piece of us is gone. So we stay and wait until we are whole. Until our missing piece returns.

I am the Boy. You see, I knew that a decoy plane would never work. There were ground teams watching, they would spot us even as the air team chased our illusion. So when we dropped low to the ground, I separated. Or, most of me did. I left my heart with the Girl so she wouldn't realize I was gone until she was safe. And it worked. I disguised myself as a soldier and joined their ground team, and from their I spun an illusion of the dinky plane going south. The ground team fired on it, but quickly realized something was off. I turned back and smiled when the Director realized there was One Too Many people here. I turned my illusion into projectiles, sharp and piercing, that rained down on the agency that had made my life hell, chased me for centuries, stolen my body, taken everything from the one person I could ever truly be close to... The only other person who may live as long as I will.... I am ready to sacrifice my life to at least give her freedom. I can't live away from my core forever, but I'll make damn sure I live long enough to ensure there won't be anyone left to hunt our kind ever again!

#mid dreams #short story #i have an *interesting* mind #i didn't come up with this on purpose it was literally a dream #my brain writes stories for free i just have to jot them down #its amazing #gonna make art for this later

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chaospenelope · 9 months

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Dream I Had Last Night

I was kinda like a segment in the middle of a bigger dream, a flashback Sorta thing, but it was an old cartoon that felt very 60’s with a male voiceover and PPG’s professor style eyes but it was In vibrant bright colors!

So a handful of Animatronics are trudging forward in the wilderness, trying to find a new home. (Explained by the voice over.) They looked like cartoon versions of the Mediocre Melodies and the RockStar animatronics.

Suddenly NedBear (Who is a friggin tank in this dream) falls over and the voice over says. “Oh dear! Looks like poor Ned has lost his hope and fallen over!”

The other animatronics rush to him, unsure of what to do. Then RockStar Bonnie jumps up and yells that they need to cheer him up and give him hope! (Also for some reason he sounds like Donald Duck? I think he was doing an impression because he seemed to imitate animals too.)

So there’s this montage of the other Animatronics giving words of encouragement and RS Bonnie ‘morphing’ into different animals in the cartoon fashion that implies he’s imitating them.

The last scene of the montage is RS Bonnie morphing into a SeaLion and barking. Then the voiceover goes, “Oh boy! Looks like they did such a good job that Ned jumped up looking like his favorite character-”

Ned appears standing but he now looks like FunTime Freddy. He’s smiling and blinking and all of a sudden he disappears.

“-So happy in fact, that he went straight to heaven, and they haven’t seen him since!”

The other animatronics stand there, shocked.

#I need to jot this Dream down before I forget.#fnaf #fnaf au #Probably won’t use for my AU but you could #mediocre melodies #rockstar animatronics #rockstar bonnie #Nedbear #funtime freddy #Heaven mention

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