Dreams from the Nights

I went to visit him in the war. His room was made up of a few bunk beds in structures made of clay with cloth window and door coverings. I slept in his bed and woke up to him picking me up with his shirt off. I remember seeing his blood vessels through his skin, the color of his beard. I was even smaller in his arms. He was my warmth, my shield. I could do anything with him by my side.

His uncle greeted us in the commons area. It's not the black uncle I guess. The sounds of dust, wind and war continued outside.

I went to a jade convention. As I was looking at some pieces of jewelry but soon shit started to get knocked over and things started breaking. Was it me or was the table in front of me being affected by some kind of dominos effect? I could not tell how it started.

We need to descend the tower to escape. To escape each level, we had to find a metal grated vent to side down in order to get to the next level. Sometimes certain vents are actually trapped and would injure you when you slide down but there is no way to stop the descend either. There was a winged young man with a flawed face that would appear sometimes to help guide us. His wings were made of this shiny leathery material. It's featherless and does not even seem to have enough surface area to catch wind. They are thin and from afar, they look like spider appendages that are sharp like blades that curved downward.

Eventually we developed our own strange wings used for gliding. Some they are so compact, we could hide them away in our shirts.

That guide watched us glide through layers of the towers through the same levels horizontally and said "Their wings were always meant to be bigger."

She had a dark skirt on with a white, tucked in tank top. I looked up from her sweaty thighs, through the irritation from the overhead light, her thin, greasy hair was stuck to her cheeks and her scalp. Why am I doing this? This is so gross and uncomfortable in every way.

This dream is about my relationship and work stress blending together in my subconsciousness to put even more leashes on me.

MU had sent another intense email about if we had Monday AND Friday off that the Monday report for SMBP and smoking cessation needed to be submitted on Thursday.

I thought this dream was real and emailed DE about this on Thursday before I left. He ofc did not respond. I asked Boss about this Tuesday and confirmed that this was never a thing irl. That's when I had a mind break moment of realizing how stressed I have been in the last few weeks.

The instructor held up nets made of void vapors and physical netting, explaining the differences while the rest of us put on but spray.

Got to see ghosts or some shit, idr ugh

"What will you give me for my heart, or my leg?"

He says as he held a plastic tiny cooler insert in one hand, an old hand-held radio in the other)

How do I tell him that they are not the same type of parts to me?

Getting entered on my back, sucking on juicy lips. It is no secret that I have been a fan of long hair and broad shoulders before I even turned 10. Here, though, I just wanted the lips really. Nothing else really mattered. The blue, pink and purple lights persisted. Let me remember something I will never taste, please.

A shapeshifter searched for me while I tried to scale the sides of the cliff to try to stay hidden. I hear it flapping its feathered wings then the sounds stopped. There aren't shadows cast on the rocks either. I ran behind another large piece of rock just to get a look at the thing. Upon the quick little look, it's not there. It has to be though, the sounds changed to something that would have come from solid wings instead of feathered ones. They gave it away. The creature is now hovering in its transparent body in the sky. Its body distorted the clouds like a chunk of water. It seemed confused and frustrated, then flew the other way. I snuck away daintily.

The next day my garage flooded. A warning from my grandpa's spirit maybe? Miss him more and more now that I am older.

If you look closely at the far corner in the pharmacy at work, you'd see sparkles through the glass. Once you are in the building, the sparkles would be replaced with vaporwave pastel color dots and blotches moving about on the walls and floors. A pink bar counter would jab out and a waiter dressed like he's in the 60s would be ready to take your order. You could only get 1 doughnut of each type per day. The doughnuts have sparkles floating around them like they are drawn, 2D objects. Jazzy vaporwave music is on in the background.

We took a class together in Mitchell Street arts. It turned out to be a kink class? Each person had a partner, one of them had to have their eyes closed the whole time, and the other person had to be pretty much down to down underwear. The person with eyes closed also had the option to cover their eyes with a bandana. He closed his eyes and asked me to trust him in a pre-school type of way. I don't remember the specifics. I got down to my undies. He got close to me on the cool yoga mat. We listened to the instructor for directions for how to position our bodies and how to apply pressure. The person who was not able to see had most of the power, but I still chose to have my eyes closed a lot because he breathed heavily. The dim light couldn't even protect me from being afraid to be felt. The warmth of our bodies felt nice. It probably took most of the session for me to finally be able to relax completely and have my heart rate stabilize. By the time that happened, the session was wrapping up already. It's freeing to finally let go and trust another person and just focus on the sensations. It's just hands on my body over some small pieces of clothes. He didn't say anything besides "It's nice to get to know you" in his best version of a soft and low voice at the end. Did he ever get a glance sneakily? That wouldn't be so bad.

The busier I get the more I wish I had company

Not just company from anyone

I need people who understand

what it's like to be a strong women

Who do much and need so little

But all the other strong women are all so busy

Doing things for other people

Spending extra time on making sure they remain strong

They take time from their days and their futures

To be valued by the world that mostly did not understand them