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2025-06-27
hiding from something the group hides in a creeoy entrance hall. along one wall a row of chairs, whith the outlines of people no longer here, sketchy and black pen shadows. imagine silent hill plus psyconauts vides. Like a point anb click adveture game, we move three of our group to sit in each one of these three chairs, finding the characters in our 5 person group that most match each the painted shadows. When the outlines match the characters, all three become possesed by the ghosts of those school peeps no longer here. They will guide the group through the mind scape. One of them is aspetially loud and anoying. the group, now feeling safer goes through the hall. its a snowing path through some clay miniture forest. The tall of the three posessed, the loud one tells the group where to go. while the three possesed don't feel dangerous, they don't feel safe to be around either. the three have some type of beaf with eachother, and its hard to tell when they are being nice or angery. you can't read the possesed emotions through body language. the group continues on. they are looking to fix the mindspace while still avoiding the creature made from polisled leather, the mouth. The leather flesh creture is here so they have to hide. the creature's eye flys from its face to go and bite a hole through the leader. it bites into the same location, eye socet as it flew from, and pulls our a flesh tube from the leaders head. the mouth floats off. the leader, grining at the camrea, pulgs away the hand to show that there is no hole in their head. through the power of desception this possesed leader is able to create flesh to give the illusion that a hole was bored through its head. the leather creature trys again, strait through both temples, sideways through the skull to take out both eyes. but again the leader smiles, the leather creature is powerless. this victory is epic and glorious. happy fealings. and we wake up.
2025-06-25
in slow motion someone shoots a net at somones arm. slowly it hits there arm draging the body back. there is blood and pain in the face of the arm's body.
me nate and gar are lookin for a place to rent.
we find sketchy places. hope they don't rip people off. i make various verberal pointers to being trans.
2025-06-18
workin at some corpo place. some kinda place where you live there, in tall tall bunk beds. wanted to ware a dress, press an option on a thing, out spawns 4 dolls of diffrent asthetic with cloths on them. very stereo type asthetic, its almost anowing, fuck that kinda shit. had to clean it up off the floor. it was some type of resterant thing. joe is overthere, should ask em how the binding of these sticks is goin. Kevin is on the phone with someone, tellin ythem that he mijht want to keep thme aruond but "can't have a rapist work here". i shrug at joe, shugs back, guess thats why that bro hasn't shown up for the past few days?
2025-06-04
me and the racoon are walkin to somplace. mix rocket with a grizzled martial artist, thats what this bro was. we were talkin about action movies. i the weak monkey didn't really like them. rocket was talkin about how awsome it was when someone abliterted somones skull. we walk into the bar. there are ropes attached to the cieling so, because i am a monkey i strt hangin and swinin fronm one too the other. The dream had been deciddly violent up to this point so i thought this was some sort of gym. rocket was like "dude get off those! we don't know what those are for!" "what do you mean? whata else ocould they be for?" some one wispers "quiet you two, here she comes!" everyone quickly finds a seat at the tea table. the lights become dim. the atmosphere slows. the rope i had just been on swings slowly in a circle. gradma is here. as soon as i see this creqature i know, no one should ever upset grandma. i feel emence fear, the rope keeps swinging. gradma slowly walks over, with a plastered smile, and a cearful voice. "oh, what a good day it is to hae all you gathered here! ive been making the soups very speical today." gradma walks around placing a bowl infront of each person. each time gradma places a bowl it is given it a name, like that of some kind of deity, or effect of nature. somthing like "here for you we have The Wind over Water. and for you The Oposing Thumb". Each soup was catered to the creatures personality. The soups themseelves weere confuSing to look at, a mix of mushrooms, and alien ingredients, stange powerful textures. grandma slowy walks around the table. gradma comes to me, the monkey, with a large squinted smaile, "and for you, Floor Monkey." my chair falls through the floor, i become small and i can just barly see over the table, there is a constant feeling of falling, as i hold onto the table. "oh sweety, you thought that those ropes were for swining. i must be hard to be so unobservent." (or somthin like that idk) grandmas eyes are open now, a tarible wide eye'd gaze and a long sharp grin, laghing with rage at its own jokes. no one has the power to stop this, no one should ever upset grandma. in the middle of grandma's talking, rocket speaks, "fuckin' shut up". points a hand, a jabs through the air, that sucks the sound out of the room. grandmas smile fades into a glair and redirects the spell into a new hand motion. grandma jabs this back at rocket. smiling rocket makes a joke, with twist of both hands, and the soup bowl cracks, creature can be sean clibing out of the bowl. now also with a dark grin, grandma points a finger, one of the flowrs exstends like an arrow up to the ceiling, the head of the flower falls off, comes down as a beutiful bug with funny little wings. rocket reels back laghing, composes a sigl with many hands and slams it back onto the table. the table makes no sound, and the lights stop flickering, all things that were barly moving now become completely still. the rope keeps swinging in circles like a clock. this really tickles grandmas funny bone, both rocket and grandma laugh as they continue making esoteric jokes.
at some point someone says "aw, bro shatered his skull shut" a saying for when somone makes a really dumb joke on purpose.
2025-01-16
it was a cloth fo thoses seamless plants, rap it arounf your leg
and you hit your leg, deep bell like fm, like a pinged filter,
it sounded quie nice. besides this there was the drop playing of the oher instrument
but ,we were waiting for the meatin to begin, i was plyin the leg
everyiine lese claed or somthing, they made a rythm.v
2024-05-31 09:45
lots of dreams about people from life
the relationships with each of them
no specofic memories
very chill dream
2024-05-24 10:39
my grandma's house had become a hoge poge of wall and room, there had been renovations
the upstairs almost had the feeling of a kitchen show room
cabinets in strange places, lots of trinkets hanging from the ceiling
but i was in the basement
or wait it started outside i believe now that i think about it
they had barbwire-fenced off the irrigation ditch east of my grandma's house
i walked along it looking for an entrance
somehow, my surroundings became basement, in the dream i did not notice
there was a supplies area at the end of the fence, imagine a caves meeting point?
supplies to go further in
i walked around the fence and into this area
walking down and through this area it became extremely dark
i tried turning on my phone's flashlight which kinda worked. it was extremely dim for some reason, flickering, it was unnerving
i walk back when i hear someone entering the basement
i'm not supposed to be down here
after some more moving around
i find a section that is extremely nostalgic
its a slight variation of the attic in my grandma's real house
the floor up there is just the drywall of the ceiling bellow so you have to step on the rafters. planks of wood lay on-top on the rafters to make it easier to walk. still gives you a scared feeling that you might step off into falling oblivion.
that was this area exsect it had more verticality
places where you had to hop and grab onto
my dad was there too and it was extremely nostalgic for him as well, he hopped around
this was a place that had not changed in the renovation
i go upstairs
and find this strange security camera
it's lense was a jemm red and it fallowed your movements
the up and down rotation seamed to work fine but the left right rotation was backward
again, it was as if the house had become a warehouse showroom
the camera had a little display stand and the monitoring equipment was next to it, implying a simple tech package. (god, i guess when you experience places like this all the time, it goes into your dreams)
later in my grandpas office i had been reading something very interesting
i was reading it on one of those museum educational touchscreen placards
there was some kind of selebration happening for my grandpa
on acsident i backed out of the page i was reading
for the life of me i couldn't figure out how to get back to that realy important page
oh yeah! and at some point i found the dar of soap from my shower
it was much larger 10 x 6 inch
it had truned a strange red color
when i rubed it on my skin, it left a red residue that would not wash out
some kind of fungus? i did not like it