last night i had a terrible dream that someone had gone onto a wikipedia page i had edited and reverted all my edits, and on the talk page they were saying stuff like "Yeah [user] is always making edits to things they don't know anything about, citing unreliable sources" and a bunch of people were agreeing with them! so i went to the journal I had gotten the citation from and the article I had cited looked like an actual article but the rest of the journal's content was cartoon fetish art about human women being pregnant with crabs instead of human babies
i had a dream where stacyplays bullied me really badly just out of nowhere and when i cried she tried to push me to sign up for her betterhelp sponsorship (i don’t think she’d actually do any of that)
God didn't call me to kill me. He called me to glory and virtue. My body has dropped on His feet to follow me home no more. Who the son of God set free is free indeed.
Patience Johnson, Why Does an Orderly God Allow Disorder
had a stress dream in which taylor swift tried to drown me in the ocean. like a shark. not like a siren bc no singing was involved even tho she is a very famous singer. she was just there and i was also there and she was trying to kill me. iirc the motivation was that i could hold my breath longer than her (competitive swimmer) and she was mad about it.
I had dreams too, you know? Dreams of a lost future and our shadows dancing in the narrow paths of what-if's. Dreams of all the burned bridges, air filled with toxic smoke of a fire we didn't start, but never tried to extinguish. I wish you could have saved me, little mouse, I wish I would have allowed it. We were always meant to collide, but we were doomed from the start.
last night i dreamt i was at a party with my twin sister. it was a reunion of distant relatives with familiar faces like distorted versions of our oldest memories. on leaving, we found ourselves in another party, this one full of frantic revelry, and then another party, and another, and another, and another, until finally we emerged on a wide boulevard full of brightly lit shops. as we walked through the city at night, we shared our stories, and we laughed when noticed the storefront displays had arranged themselves into funny echoes of our tales