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In the dream, my partner and I were following the narrow paths in a dirty hallway with deep pools of water. In the deep water were the bodies of horses, bones and remaining flesh bleached white. We could hear a distant scream behind us that was slowly growing closer.
So when I saw Hokum, my friend was saying her friend said she didn't like it because she had a weird dream after and i thought "hey i wonder if I'll have a weird dream" anyway, this is totally not connected but did happen the night I watched Hokum:
I dreamed I was in this elaborate house that I'd never been in before. it had a very interesting layout where every room was a perfect square. I heard a noise outside and I saw the oddest amphibian I've ever seen. It had a chameleon body, the head of a frog, but the mouth of a blob fish. The poor, hideous creature was out in the rain and looked like it was drowning so I asked it if it would like to come inside. As soon as I offered and it accepted, I woke up again in my bed and I was in first person like a video game, with an inventory and everything. I would then proceed to try to execute things I needed to do before leaving the house without getting attacked by the creature. The creature could spit acid at me, cut my Achilles, or do any variety of things like jump out of a cabinet and melt my face. Every single day was a different death, but I kept dying. Eventually, I just got fast enough to dodge, but never fast enough to subdue the creature or get it out of my house. My birthday was approaching (funny) and with it, I earned a level up. I thought this meant it was my level up, but it wasn't. It was the creatures. As it found me that day, it was glowing and rolled its gross tongue in its mouth. I watched in horror as it rolled sewing needles around like they were cherry stems which it then proceeded to pin missile me with. Instead of doing more damage, it instead caused me to die a slower more painful death. This continued for a few more days of needle pain until i woke up
Last night I had a dream that was in Korean. Now, I don't know Korean so how it played out is I knew it was Korean intrinsically, but what would actually happen is none of the actors would speak. The camera would just hold on them, I knew they were speaking, and subtitles would appear. I would read my own dream and I was very much in the position of watching it, just like if I was watching a movie. It began with scene setting of a family. There was a wispy father character with long hair, coke bottle glasses, and a hunch to him when he would laugh (reminded me of Muttley). The mother was a classic beauty and a really elegant woman. The daughter was cute teetering around 6 years old and was feisty as she fought for supposed independence. The group had just gone out for a family day and spent some time at the park where we saw them interact and generally seem like a cohesive family unit.
While out, they get approached my someone who offers them a family package at an interactive exhibit. The little girl was just a tad too young to start school and would be soon. The package was billed as testing out how parents and the child would handle the new dynamic and the mom thought this would be a fun thing the try. The dad agrees and they go since the voucher is for today. As the credits for the movie roll, we learn that this exhibit is not what it's billed as. It's a comedy show where they pick an unsuspecting family member (usually the weakest looking link) and then run the exhibit as if a zombie outbreak has occurred. One member of the family will be infected and it will be up to that weakest link character to 'save' the last member before it's all revealed as fake. You're told award winning make-up artists and set designer have been brought in to execute these gags and watch already recorded footage of women and men screaming as they try (and almost always fail) to get past just the first part of the bit which is their family member is infected. They get 'bitten' and go all dramatic about their deaths, sometimes abandoning the thought of even 'saving' the third person.
We arrive to the stage and the dad is picked off as the weakest link immediately. He's confused, loudly (remember no one's actually talking lol) wondering what to do or where they should go, while the mother tuts him, and the daughter impatiently asks when it's their turn. A crowd is there, waiting, and when the dad asks them what they are waiting for (their turn maybe?) they sort of laugh him off. They are a real crowd, ready and wanting, to watch the comedy go down. The family is called on by name and the mother and daughter are taken back to start the 'simulation.' The father wonders why he isn't getting a place and he is reassured by staff that his place is as the head of the household. He is to act as the breadwinner who returns how after a triumphant day to his loving wife and daughter who is already studying at even such a young age. This all bolsters the man quite a bit and you get the sense that he does not have this sort of power in the family dynamic.
After a lengthy wait, it's eventually time and he's released into his 'house.' The simulation starts immediately because as soon as he sets his bag down, locks the door, and turns to greet his wife, there she is. She's in the hall standing as if she has a broken ankle and looks positively horrifying. She was clearly 'bitten' on the shoulder and it's shredded her top. She's soaked in blood and twitches in a very Silent Hill Bubble Head Nuse way. The husband scrambles backwards and finds the door behind him is barred. The wife ambles forward a little at the sound of his whimpering and he tries to muffle a scream as he thinks sound will attract her. The daughter calls to her appa from within the house and the mother's head whips around toward the noise.
In a scramble, the husband shoots forward and essentially throws his wife out of the way. You hear a character breaking squeak from her hitting the floor, but the man is working with full adrenaline. He bursts through a few doors to where his daughter is working with rudimentary study guides and coloring in certain areas. She lazily greets her appa and he hoists her right up to her immediately protests. He runs through the rest of the house, not knowing the layout and comically hitting dead ends and closets. All the while, his daughter complains that he's hurting her from the way he's carrying her and why he won't tell her what's going on. He keeps telling her over and over that it will be okay, they need to just get to the car as soon as possible. The daughter asks about her mother and he nearly stops, but plows through saying she will join them later, they just need to go now.
He ends up breaking through the set, out onto the lot where he doesn't recognize all the signs that this is a film stage. You can clearly see the fake facade of the back of the building, but his car is parked on there. He gets his daughter buckled up in the back and mumbles to himself about the military. He assures himself that they must have it handled and he'll find the nearest base camp that's been set up. He fumbles with his seat belt as he gets into the driver's seat, fails, and gives up to slam on the gas. He takes a turn way to fast and the daughter screams. He weakly turns to tell her to calm down and she turns it up with a point. You watch through the back seat as he rotates back to see the wife clearly 'out' of costume. She's still covered in blood, but she has a big sweater on to cover up and clearly urges the husband to calm down as a few other workers from the facility are just off in the distance. This is clearly a move by the company to quell this man's fears, but he is too lost. We see his face as he makes a determination, apologizes just under his breath, and you hear him slam on the gas. There is a snap to black as a body is clearly hit by the car and we watching the seat beltless man slam hit both the steering wheel and windshield from force.
Cut to many months later and we are greeted by an objectively haunting home. It's an odd square and surprisingly dark. It looks oddly Victorian along a street of chic stylized Korean homes and there's water damage up the side from local flooding where it wasn't adequately built to withstand such a thing. The husband is driving a similar looking car with his daughter in the back and he's reassuring her that she will like their new home. Movers are scurrying about, greeting the man with all too much rush and you learn through background and a set up television that he sued after the stunt killed his wife. There was a time when he was going to be charged with manslaughter, but he got a good lawyer and charges were dropped. The company never gave them a waiver so he was able to essentially break them down for millions which he used to buy this new house far away from where they used to live because, despite being ruled as the wronged one, you find out that all his friends and family blame him. If he could have been stronger, more sensible, ect, he wouldn't have killed his wife. You also find out he's had a string of failures throughout his existence. He's bad with money, has taken bad investments, loaned too much cash to his buddies as long as they butter him up, and was always passed over for promotion, but he opens up newly hung curtains and all the backstory is dispelled.
The daughter is in school now and he's grappling with free time. He obsessively tends to the house, not buying new things, but just moving all the luxury items around as if he cannot get comfortable in the space. He doesn't need to work, but since the movers knew about him, he's afraid to go out and people find out who he is. He convinces himself he just needs time for everyone to forget, they always do (you get the sense the wife did this for all his failings) and as he crosses a window you see the neighbors looking and whispering.
Days pass and there's something off kilter. The daughter has pulled away and is growing more independent with her friends, but doesn't seem the least bit upset about her missing mother. She treats her dad ambivalently, criticizing his cooking. He tries ordering take out to replace on plates to trick her and she pointedly says it tastes like 'x' restaurant which disheartens him. He continues to move furniture, but nothing is fulfilling his need.
One day, after school, he gets a call from his daughter who asks if her friends can come over. Delighted that his house is seen as a destination and sure little elementary school girls won't know about him, he prepares for an elaborate homecoming. He looks up how to plate snacks, what teas to serve, and he generally doesn't seem to know basic etiquette. he eventually cobbles something together through deliver apps and awaits the girls. They arrive in a gaggle as little school kids do. They're talking over each other, fussing about taking their shoes off, yammering about the look of the house and how scary it is. The father tries to greet them, but is mostly ignored. He wrings and pecks nervously around them pointing out his snacks as the girls talk. They are mentioning their mother's and one of them wonders why our titular daughter only walks home with her mother, but her mom doesn't live with them. Divorce seems like a naughty subject and they turn on the man to ask what he's done. He's frozen and barely thaws to ask what they mean. The girls don't respect him and keep prying until he roughly grabs his daughter's arm in a fit to demand she explain how she is walking home with her mother. The little girl looks near furious tears, but she yanks them and herself away to say it isn't his business. She gets to see umma and he doesn't because umma is still mad at him. The girls him and haw over this and one of them proudly professes how her dad is cheating but always smooths it over with her umma and suggests he bring her jewelry or flowers.
The conversation then moves on as little girls do and the man is left wondering what is going on. We cut to the next day where we see him struggling to see his girl off to school. He ends up driving her, but the parents seemingly look at him too much when he drops her off. Every person seemingly knows he killed his wife and he's driven back home to being a recluse. He moves furniture obsessively and stops toward the window we originally saw the neighbors through. Eagle eyed viewers notice the curtain slats are messed up and he tries to fix them. It reveals the window is open and the man goes into a cold sweat. He tears through the house, looking for something in a fury before outright yelling that his is his house, he designed it, he knows every inch, there's no where to hide.
There isn't.
Nothing else is out of place so he fixes the curtains and as they shake from the movement, you sort of see a figure outside.
At the end of the day, the daughter returns from school and demands to know why he didn't pick her up. He forgot completely and tries to play it off, but she asks him when he's going to grow up himself. He can't answer and throws it back on her about making her mother into an imaginary friend. The little girl yells and stomps her foot while saying she's not imaginary, she's just in bad shape like him. She's also reclusive and she wishes both her parents would just get over it so they can go back to living their lives. The husband is at a loss and they get through dinner and bed in a terse atmosphere.
Over night there are sounds in the house.
The couch is moved the next morning and the dad keeps asking the daughter about it. She dismisses him saying he probably forgot he moved it because he does that. He gets heated saying he is looking for the perfect layout, but it wasn't that and she ignores him fluttering about as she gets ready and goes to school. He tests the couch (a HUGE L-shaped unit) and determines there's no way a little girl could move it. He spends his dad in a stupor and keeps feeling that things aren't where they are supposed to be.
Over the next few days more and more things seem to move and at one point he sees his wife (a scarred version of herself) in a mirror. He ends up calling his mother who he is estranged from. She calls him useless and the other typically mad mom stuff and you find out she made a bid to get custody of the daughter. After losing and being humiliated by the dad, who called old reports of child abuse on her that happened to him, she basically cut ties with him for being a coward. He screams how he wasn't, how even the courts know it, and they know it was an accident (what happened with his wife too), there's an explosion of clattering noises in the living room. He mumbles about being right back to his mom as she screams on the line. He ends the call and walks out to find the slatted curtains are still hanging but are intricately cut. He numbly turns the dial on the them and they move out of sync. He seemingly marvels at what happened in such a short span of time and in their turning, he sees his wife outside. he screams in terror but the still moving slats wave and within them she disappears.
He arms himself with a kitchen knife and storms outside. He screams about how his wife is dead and should be that way, but he's outside the chic neighbors home and their fence. The neighbors who actually live there come out and try to calm him down while they call the police. He's sickly at this point from lack of sleep and mania. The police come and he's taken to the hospital where he fights everything. it's a total slog, but he's released and enters his house to see EVERYTHING is different. all the furniture is replaced and it finally looks good. Like it wasn't cohesive before, but whoever did this has sense. The daughter is studying at her table and it's almost a one-to-one reenactment of the skit that ruined their lives. The man is delirious with drugs that were meant to calm him down and drools about the house. The daughter finally praises him for doing a good job of getting rid of all that ugly stuff and finally settling on a good home for them. She says umma likes it too and a wider shot shows the woman is standing behind the man holding a vase with sprigs of plum blossoms (meaning strength, endurance, and renewal and signifying resilience and hope for the future). He turns to see her and you only see from his perspective as he 'views' her and screams. From stress, or drugs, or other factors, he clutches his chest and goes into cardiac arrest. He collapses to the floor and as his brain is cut off from blood/oxygen, he sees his real homecoming. The wife is obedient at the door, his daughter is excited to see him and show him her drawings, and he gets a drink as he sips and appraises the life he has put together.
Last night I had a dream I was riding the train home from the big city, but the train went significantly slower. It sort of chugged along at a sightseeing speed and for some reason, even though it was all (city and train) were modern, everyone was (including me) was dressed like it was the 20s/30s. I was a child in a family of seven and we were all heading home to our mom and dad's house after visiting our relatives. I was enjoying the train as I always do except there started to be rumbles. People wondered what that was and asking if it had rained. I pressed to the window to look farther up the cars to see why and I saw a bunch of water pooling not just on the streets around the tracks, but sort of flooding distant roads. I looked and there wasn't a cloud in the sky and then I heard a distant explosion. I heard people talking and saw a stream of water not too far from us spouting into the air. There was talk about what it was, then something else shot into the sky. It was a manhole cover and systematically all the ones around started exploding with this immense force. One shot up clean through the train so fast that it split the car in half. I ended up falling out the broken side, away from my family, but the rest of the train kept moving (they're on auto pilot lol). I ran to catch up and totally could except every where I looked there were manholes all stewing. I jumped and dodged as they exploded all around me, an absurd number even in the dream, until I finally caught up. My brothers and sisters were okay and the intercom came on to say we were going to stop at the next station. The station was one that has recently been built up with a lot of luxury apartments, but it had been built farther. It was like a future version of what it currently is and they made this cool architecture so that the apartments sort of encased the train line. The station was a fixture within the complex that you could easily get on and off and had this cool geometric, concrete casing. Everyone readied to get off, but I knew my family was one station away from being home. We didn't have a car because we were all kids and I thought hard on how to get my family home. As I pondered, I watched the structure outside start to writhe. It wriggled and shook and everyone on the train went dead silent. The buildings began to shake along with the train and that's when I realized something was underground. Whatever it was was huge, caused the manholes covers to pop, and was slithering around, now close enough to the surface that it effected the buildings. I stumbled in horror, holding onto my family, as it pushed hard against the surface causing a ballooning of concrete like something underwater pushing against surface tension. The station cracked, ready for collapse, and everyone began to stress and scream and that's when I woke up.
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Last night I had a dream where my college friend group all went to an amusement park. The day was amazing. Fun in the sun, going on rides, eating overpriced good, but it ended with us all getting killed in a horrific way. I didn't even know how, it just like hit us, whatever it is, and dying and bleeding I wished really hard for a chance to save everyone and my wish was granted. The day was reset to the moment we entered the park. The problem was, whenever I tried to prevent that death, the mysterious one at the end of the day, I was inevitably changing how it went down. The day still ended with the group dying, but in a way I couldn't predict. It was a manifestation of the day butterfly wing, branching paths idea only each time I suffered the consequences, I would reset to that same time of day. Each reset caused the deaths to be weirder and weirder. It would start to be, I would keep everyone safe, but a car from a roller coaster would snap off and travel HUGE distances across the park and through buildings just to strike me and my friends or the mascot who was always just a mascot would suddenly have a knife and stab all of us to death. It continued to warp becoming more supernatural until it was like the blood red sky itself was coming down for preordained death. It was then I decided that all I needed to do was recreate the perfect day, the first day, and that was the one death I knew about, but I couldn't I tried over and over to just have fun like we had the first time, but there was no replicating those minute moments. I kept failing to perfectly recite a line of text or when I went to the bathroom and my friend's continued to die because of it.
i had a dream that time travel was invented and too many people choose to travel back in time to save the titanic from sinking (the question of whether unsinking of the titanic deserved so much attention in the face of human history was the subject of both heavy academic and online discourse), which caused a rift in the space-time-continuum that led to the titanic showing up indiscriminately all over the world’s oceans and sea in various states of sinking.
this caused a lot of issues both in terms of fixing said space-time-continuum and in terms of nautical navigation, and after a long and heavy battle in the international maritime organization it was decided that the bureaucratic burden of dealing with this was to be upon Ireland, much to their dismay. the Irish Government then released an app for all sailors and seafarers so they could report titanic sightings during their journeys, even though they heavily dissuaded you from reporting them given the paperwork it caused.
anyway i woke up with a clear image of the app in my head and needed to recreate it for all of you:
Last night I had a dream I was running with a girl from ICE-esqe agents. They were trying to capture us and we were running in the dead of night. We ran through all these empty houses and it was eerie. They weren't really abandoned or staged. It was like their occupants just ceased to exist, like they were zapped all while doing something. The homes were lived in and we crawled through house after house while being chased. We knew we would be 'taken away' if they caught us but not how. I distinctly remember the way the agents flashlights shone through the windows. The way the beams of light punctuated the dark. It ended up revealing a lot more when, after hours of being pursued, I swore I saw something. My companion pestered me to keep going, but I told her to wait.
The beam of icy blue light went through a window and as it scanned the room where we were hidden behind a desk, I saw a kid appear, just for a moment. From there we got too close to the agents and I begged her to look. Depending on where they shined their light, you could see folks. They were caught in their states wherever they were 'captured' and stuck there, out of the dimension. I wanted to try to help them, but there was only so much we could do.
We kept running and eventually we hit this house that wasn't as closed off. The wiring network led us down a windowless hallway and then to a room where warm gold light was on. Sitting at a table was a dour version of the boy I had seen. We tried to talk to him, but he was listless. We eventually had to give up and keep moving because the agents were right behind us. It was the classic "leave him, we have to go. We can't help him" moment.
The next room revealed the same. Another weird version of the person we saw in the light. The same scenario repeated. We moved again and again. Eventually the agents caught up with us and we were forced to hide. When we did, we saw the agents didn't seem to care about the people. They acted like they didn't exist. We were pretty deep in the 'tunnel' system of rooms at that point, I guess, because the agents paused to talk to one another. Their speech made about as much sense as it had outside. It was like when you hear walkie-talkie talk in the distant and it's distorted, except we were right there. It sounded otherworldly and as they convened, their flashlights were still on. They moved and when they moved the light eventually reached the person in that room. The moment it illuminated them, it revealed something else. It was like a black light sort of and showed that the 'person' was actually a holo-projection. Not like holographic, but extra-dimensional.
The body's were actually being fed upon. You couldn't see the creatures doing it, but the light showed the body's damage. It gets a little fuzzy after that, but we got hold of a flashlight and started checking the body's. They were all in different states of being eaten. Some had huge chunks missing, some were barely nibbled on. I was convinced that we could save them if we reunited the bodies with their ghost counterparts in the houses, but my friend was worried that putting half eaten version back with their other sides was cause the damage to effect both halves. We couldn't know so we eventually picked someone who was barely nibbled on and it happened to be the boy. We carried his limp form back to where I had seen his 'ghost' but I woke up right before we reunited the halves.
Bonus round: when I woke up I was holding all my blankets in my arms and I had this intense feeling someone was behind me. I whipped around and no one was there, but when I turned back to where I was laying that faced a window, a car turned toward it and the headlights filled my room with light. It was heart attack worthy.
Last night I had a dream where I was staying in a hotel room adjacent to Jennifer Coolidge. She kept coming over to bother me about her boa constrictor. She was just keeping it loose in her room and she kept telling me how it had rooted into the couch cushions. Every time she sat down it would curl around her and she was getting worried because it was fucking huge. This went on for several days until i finally went over to her room to help. The thing was totally wound and buried deep in the couch and her room was cold as hell. I told her boa constrictor's need a heat lamp or source and she just said she doesn't like the heat and could only bargain bringing the room temp up to 0°C. I just stared at her for 1. using celsius and 2. keeping her room at 32 before I just left. I went online and bought a portal nylon pet carrier and a heat lamp and hatched a plan to steal her snake and get it a better home
Last night I had a dream where I was starting back at my old grocery store job. I figured not that much could have changed in the decade I had been gone since I've shopped their since, but as I went to work it was totally different. The deli slicing counter (one of many jobs I worked there) was in a totally different place and stood almost like this huge cubby hole wall of meat shelves. Each cubby was supposed to have a specific deli meat in it, but it was totally empty and the case lights were off. I thought it wasn't even open and since I had worked there before they just threw me right in. I spent my morning doing other jobs I was accustomed with around the store since it didn't seem like my station was usable. I figured with the recent winter storms that the power was off. Around 2-3 hours, I hear my manager taking a deli order and come around a corner where I was cleaning something.
I run over to apologize and the manager isn't mad. He tells me my station is open, but I was doing the right thing because most people assume it's not because of how it looks. There's something wrong with the new display, but he passed the reigns over for me to do the order. His office was nearby so he tucked in there to keep working and I found that none of the meat was in the cold case. My manager said it was because the power was out and the food would be okay being out for a few hours. Now it's been years, but I've gotten my food safety license more than a few times and that is not correct, but my manager didn't care. As I was trying to just find the meat, which was literally just sitting willy nilly on a bunch of sheet trays with wire racks so the dripping meat didn't overflow, more people come up as they see the deli is open.
They are all these stereotypical middle aged moms and they have LISTS of meats. I'm talking the average is half a pound per person, usually two meats, one cheese, but these women want like 2-3 lbs and like 5 different meats. I'm already struggling as is with the first order and finally another coworker from another station comes over to help. She's having as much trouble and my manager joins in too. I end up getting stuck on roast beef as there are only like 2-3 little chunks of it for a woman who wanted a pound and a half. I get out like 1/3 of what she wants from the pieces and I viscerally see the meat squishing and not quite fitting in the oversized slicers. She forgives me, but just as I'm about to go to her next meat order, the lights in the whole store go out.
I hear a curse being cast. It's in a demonic tongue and I can tell it's cast on me. It's a chant that sort of tells me that for my next three shifts, my coworkers will die around me due to my folly and on the third shift I will die. I'm obviously SHOOK and when the lights come back on, no time has passed. The women still want their orders and I have to excuse myself because I feel sick.
I spend the rest of my shift trying to figure out what happened to no avail. My manager tells me they're cooking off some of the almost spoiled food after work as a party and I should join. I try to talk about the curse, but he just laughs. After my shift, I go out back and stand inside a glass door looking at my coworkers. They're having a grand ole time in the back parking lot and I keep thinking about the curse. I hear a gong that I heard when the lights went out earlier and sure enough, the curse kicks in. I rush outside to warn everyone, but this time they aren't out of time. They are complaining about the lights and laughing at my antics saying its a remnant of the storm. I try to tell them when that demonic voice casts werewolves upon us.
For some reason, this calms me. I know how to deal with werewolves, I think. My coworkers are startled from hearing the voice and we all prepare for a wolf attack the best we can. We got a guy on a bbq with his spatula and people with beer ready to break bottles. All of a sudden, I hear someone scream to look up. I move my eyes to the sky and all the blood rushes out of my body. Now, in the real world, I am absolutely terrified of aliens. They freak me out to no end, and guess what's coming down in the sky? A set of green fucking aliens in a little space ship. I legit, IN DREAM, scream out loud about how that is NOT werewolves, but the aliens are upon me. One jumps out and it's the size of a small dog and has an 'o' shaped mouth that is lined with fangs like a lamprey mouth. I scream as it sucks blood from me like a fucking leech and is super wily for its size. It is making all these dog attack noises and my coworkers try to help me, but it moves too quick. I'm in immense pain and each time I get a hit on the alien, it has the consistency of a cheap Halloween mask. I watch its head can in and flop around over and over until the attack is over and the aliens leave.
My store believes me now and they don't know what to do. One of my coworkers died in the skirmish. They wonder if me quitting will break the curse. For whatever reason, it's decided this won't help and instead all we can do is defend. The dream cuts to the next day where I'm at the cheese counter talking to the ladies there because they know all about superstitions. It's something to do with the cheese, my dream brain tells me and there's something off about all the many labels. They are cheeses from places that don't exist, cheese from other dimensions, and cheese's made from the milk of mythical creatures. The cheese ladies aren't super worried about the curse and don't think of it as such. They say people who mistakenly meddle with magic make mistakes all the time and we just need to try to access the situation calmly. I think they are out of their minds because they weren't at the party or attacked, but they tell me to chill out and take a dip.
I don't know what this means until one of the cheese ladies (who looks like Jordan Myrick just for a moment) jumps over the counter and down into a green tinted river below. She swims around to get back up to the counter like its a deck of a boat and the curse gongs that it is time. We see a huge shadow of what finally looks like a werewolf swim up below her and we all yell to her. She is unperturbed and says its fine and gets back to the counter where she hoists up out of the water. The shape follows her, but never breeches the surface. Instead it coasts, something about the magic of the cheese where all the labels suddenly change. Every single cheese label now advertises a type of werewolf and one of the cheese ladies sagely informs me that it's all about perspective. I think she is a genius and has saved everyone and that's when I wake up.
As of writing this it is 7am the morning of 1/13/25.
Last night the full moon was known as the wolf moon.
When I opened my eyes, the moon was positioned just so the light of it was covering my face and blinding me.
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Last night I had a dream that I was in Japan and my aunt was there. We were having the usual old outs (she passed away years go). She was really judgmental of how I ate things, ect. ect. She had been living in Japan for work for a good minute, but was doing everything the most American way possible. She was basically living like she was in the USA, but in another country. Imported food, restaurants run by Americans, and a VPN to get all the US channels, yadda yadda. I was trying to push her to expand her mind and how good Japanese stuff could be by getting her to go to like places I have bookmarked. I remember there was this place that had banana pudding (Japanese pudding goated) and another that had this great ice cream which I thought would be good starters, but she got really irritated with trying to navigate the streets and ditched me (she never actually ditched me, but damn if that isn't similar to real events). Finally, I was like, 'if you aren't going to enjoy this country, I will' and she relented to spend time with me.
A new Meow Wolf had opened in Tokyo and I was STOKED to go! I had kept all details away so I would go in blind. I knew that wasn't her kind of thing, but she seemed eager to go with me since I was so excited about it. Right when we get there I tried to explain how it was a walk through art exhibit, but she wouldn't listen. I decided to just ditch her and since there was a ton of preamble stuff to look at. Before you even got in line to buy tickets, there was a whole arcade to walk through as part of the exhibit. This locations theme was called Coelette and was extremely French (I will write an essay on the Japanese being francophiles). I gathered from a few games that it was about a little French girl who had a troubled past. While I was playing the games, one of the racing games cracked open and some kids ran up and out from beneath it as there was a secret staircase under there and were yelling about secret passages back to the lobby before they ducked back in.
I couldn't wait to get to that part and I only had one machine left before I had pretty much seen everything outside. I played an asteroids style game where I was breaking apart what was clearly memories of Coelette's psyche. I hit some sort of minimum score and a video started. It had all these quickly edited together jump cut video of memories of Coelette's life and all the abuse she had faced. It was… intense. It kind of left me thinking about how maybe Japan went too hard and I got in line to see the exhibit. You got to buy your souvenirs from the gift shop while you were getting the tickets because apparently the instillation was made in such a way that when it ended it needed to end and going to the gift shop afterwards would interfere.
My aunt finally met back up with me and seemed in better spirits. I chose to get a pin because on my first trip to a Meow Wolf, I found one lying on the ground (that's real btw). I thought it would begreat to start a collect and got the themed one for this location which was this little white house. It was about an inch wide and inside it where these little gold watch pieces that could move when you ran a hand over them. They fit together just enough that they wouldn't fall out and behind them was the name 'Meow Wolf Coelette" branding, but you could never see all of it, only glimpses, which I assumed tied into the exhibit. My aunt offered to pay and I thanked her. We got out passes and headed outside to get into the exhibit proper. As we were about to enter, my aunt commented on what kind of museum this was and again I tried to tell her that it was an art instillation. I'm not sure she heard me or cared as we entered the doors and I woke up from my alarm going off.
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I had a dream that one of those Vanity Fair breakdown career videos went up for Phillip Seymour Hoffman and I was flabbergasted because I was like buddy passed away and I was watching it and it was very thorough considering it was a dream but then it got to a part where he was in Jurassic Park and it didn't break the dream lore for me but I was like he was not in Jurassic Park and also he's not alive so how is does this video exist??? And I kept looking in the comments and all around the internet and everyone was just excited that the video existed and no one was asking why any of it!
Last night I had a dream where I was coming out of a Lowe's and saw this big dark rudimentary fish shaped cloud in the sky. I thought it was odd and while I was throwing my purchase in the car, I kept looking at it because all around it was sunny and fine. I ended up stopping and looking hard and realized the cloud looked like a shadow. Confused by that, I sent a snapchat to my friend as I always do to be like look at this weird cloud. Only when i was filming talking about it, I zoomed in to notice it was comprised of little jostling whales. I began to talk faster, confused and spouting questions as I got in my car to get away. I continued to film, almost hitting someone in the parking lot who smiled a little too wide. I got to the area to turn out, but there were way more cars on the road then usual. I waited and waited and finally got my chance to turn when the sunshine exploded. I looked and looked and the cloud was gone. Filming a new set of snaps to my friend about it, I got to a light and watched as the cloud renewed, going in a new direction, and helmed by a golden glowing whale. Videoing that all and wondering how to download my snaps, I watched as the cloud broke apart and the whales began to descend.
It brought my eye down where I saw what at first glance looked like the wall of rain where you can see where a rainstorm starts only there was an oceanic quality to that space. There was kelp growing up and, being the bottom of the sea floor, the buildings were being crushed by pressure. Scared, I jumped out of my vehicle because it was locked in and turned to run. I went back to the hardware store as the closest building and the screams began to turn up. I ventured through the store and out the back with some other survivors and we were approached by a woman who was clearly possessed. She said this planet was ours now and I put together it was the whales. We could see the ocean wall getting closer, but all I could think about was that their first attempt was disrupted and how we could replicate the moment we disappeared. We got out into the loading bay back of the store, the wall coming, and for a moment it disappeared again as it had. Trying to document despite the others complaints, the disappearance of the sea wall and 'clouds' made the possessed people collapse. Another survivor tried to check to see if the people were okay, but they ended up being dead. We grabbed weapons and stole a little golf cart from the loading bay and all i could think was there was no straight line to escape the ocean wall and therefore we were going to inevitably be crushed.
I didn't pass this information on because the wall reappeared and darkness rained droplets of ocean spray. The possessed stood back up, but we were already situated to close and lock the bay doors to escape. The possessed rushed us, but we attacked them with varying degrees of success with our weapons. The others came toward me as I was holding, ready to slam, one of the bay doors and one of them died. I watched as a whale came down to possess them and wished I had my phone. I then nearly locked the gate when a possessed woman got in the way and in a fury of fury I closed the door so hard it cut her head off. The head continued to scream so I picked it up and began to smash it against the lock of the bay doors as she told me all was futile and that they would take over the world.
Last night I had a dream where I was watching Ed Edd and Eddy in New York City. Of course, Eddy was obsessed with trying to busk so they could get cash for illustrious candy shows, but they took time to entertain each other's interests too. One such example was going to a live performance for Double D. It was pretty high art, but waiting out front was like waiting in line for a carnival game. The facade of the building didn't seem real and was instead an intricate painting of the wonders you would watch inside. Eddy pinged this as total scam, but Double D had heard good things. Ed got sidetracked and split off somehow so just Eddy and Double D made it in. There everyone was placed in this dark room where there were individual school chairs spaced so far apart you couldn't even lean all the way out of your chair to reach your partner.
In the darkness an elephant style montage reminiscent of Dumbo started, but from Double D's point of view there was something wet dripping in his corner that shouldn't have been. He looks up to see where it is coming from and an air vent drops some nasty water right into his eye. He blinks it away, but it burns and he blearily exits the performance to wash it out. Eddy doesn't notice and is just bored with all the fake rigamarole. He does notice when the show is over and both his companions are just gone. He is forced to exit the show out through some back door instead of the entrance and sees the building is connected to all the others. Not interested in following the crowd to the real exit, he searches this area which leads down a hallway. The hallway dumps to a single window that he cracks open to get onto a fire escape.
Listless and not sure where too look in such a big city, he hears a harmonica. Looking down over the bars, Eddy sees Ed on the sidewalk busking. He's proud that Ed is following orders and keeps from shouting out because the street urchins seem entertained and he doesn't want to thwart cash. Looking out at his sliver view of the city, he sees a strange ooze blob slip into central park. Beyond confused, he sits up and rubs his eyes thinking it was just an illusion. He then sees a very strangely clad Double D run after it so he starts descending the stairs.
Hitting the ground running, he drops into an area of central park where the lake has dried up in the summer heat. It's not totally gone, but it is a muddy embankment and Double D is waist deep and struggling with something. That being very much unlike him, Eddy wades in, despite being real upset about messing his clothes up, and approached Double D who he can now see clearly. Double D is dressed as almost a harlequin version of himself and his sclera are now black while his pupils are now red. Put off, Eddy asks what's up with him and Double D is slow to respond in an off kilter way. He responds that he needed a human host to stop the release of his brethren and Eddy has no idea what it means.
Harlequin Double D searches Edd's memories and finds that Eddy likes cash and tells him it's for a scam. Eddy is on board and asks what needs to be done. Double D is trying to dry up the rest of this bed to trap the ooze because it must maintain its moisture to keep living or it will go dormant. Double D feeds Eddy a pipe that will suck up the remaining water, but Eddy has to wade into what's left of the lake. Up to his arm pits and getting deeper, Eddy holds the hose above his head until Double D shouts out that it's here. Eddy turns and finds the ooze monster right on top of him. It's a humongous blob three times his size and getting bigger in the water. It has Double D's black and red color scheme and crazy eyes. It has also set its sights on destroying the hose which Eddy is holding. Barely able to move in the water and mud, Eddy turns to try to escape with the ooze monster right on there.
Last night I had a dream where I was stuck in one of those Fortnite style games where only one person can win because everyone else has to die first. There were all these different sections of the map you could be on. In the city party, which was a walking city like Amsterdam, I saw Joey the Anime Man and he was checking out this like house facade that would fall Buster Keaton style. He was convinced that there was a cheat if you were to accurately get into the window hole for 100 falls that you could win the game.
I then ran into another person who had this dog NPC that he was following around and he was convinced that if he could befriend the dog that something similar were to happen. Sensing a pattern, I tried to explain that this must be a joke because we're all going to die because only one person can win. Nobody seemed to take me seriously and just thought it was a game. Fed up with trying to help, I went out on my own to try to break free. As I traveled closer to the game's 'core,' I started to get smaller and smaller like I was the little prince in Katamari Damacy.
I eventually have to intricately climb up this giant doctor's office style receptionist window and when I got up there I saw that behind the glass was a control room. Wheezy Waiter was operating it and the dog I had seen earlier was his dog, Birdie. He was huge compared to me so it was very easy for me to maneuver over to the very large panel of monitors that was set up like a surveillance system to monitor the players. I didn't know what to do when I heard Craig had found me. He didn't seem mad so I explained to him what was happening and he totally understood! It turns out he also figured out the game means real death and had come here to try and stop it. He explained that he understood the rules a little better than me because he had been there longer testing things out. I had fallen for some kind of nerf that made me small because of the route I took.
Feeling equally helpless, i started helping him review the tapes for a way out. I kept hearing mention of a fairy godmother and we both agreed it might be some kind of cheat. What we found was essentially a black and white snuff film where players captured the fairy godmother and sliced her open so her guts were spilling out in an attempt to get her magic. The whole thing very much had this death of an angel vibe that is hard to explain, but you feel it.
Drowning because we again hit a dead end, I talked to Craig and he agreed that trying to convince everyone was a hopeless endeavor. All we could do is wait out our existence here and try to entertain ourselves until we died.
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Last night I had a dream where the Umbrella Academy wasn’t a thing, but I was one of the children of Sir Reginald Hargreeves. It wasn’t any of the kid versions for either Umbrella or Sparrow. Instead it was me and a bunch of children I did no know. We were jumping universes until we found one that was devoid of people, but still had a built up society. Our father never did tell us what exactly he was looking for. In this empty universe, I pointed out an old burger restaurant and joked about us eating there. Something about this sparked Reginald and he approached it immediately. It was locked and Reginald gave us kids a directive to open it up. Each of us had a go at trying to open it and, with out collective efforts, when it was my turn I was able to break the lock off. This pleased Reginald and I was overjoyed by that fact. I told Reginald that I was excited to learn from him and that I felt an attachment to the restaurant. He said that was very good and I went to follow him inside. As soon as we both passed the threshold he locked the door. The other kids immediately took notice and started making a fuss outside. Reginald told me I mustn’t be distracted and lead me to the kitchen. I couldn’t help but think that it was unfair since I didn’t really break the lock alone and snuck glances outside. I watched as a woman with long hair, who I recognized as our nanny, came and soothed the children. Silent, I felt the pull of a distant memory as if I had worked in this restaurant before.
Coming back to reality, Reginald was mixing a concoction in the three-compartment sink. Upon closer inspection, I found that he had rewired the fryer to heat up the basins to his desired temperatures. I watched carefully as he poured in cleaning agents and stirred the boiling basins. He seemed to be looking for some sort of balance and would routinely scoop up a cup of the liquid and examine in closely. Eventually satisfied, Reginald turned to address me, but was interrupted by small springy aliens. They were little tiny inch worms, but coiled up. They started bouncing around in a form of attack so Reginald and I worked together to be them into the rolling boil which was killing them on contact. Once clear of what we identified were the reason of this universe’s inhabitant’s demise, Reginald brought me over to a table. He ruminating on a single missing piece to his concoction, but refused to articulate to me what it could be. I sat there helpless, but heard the familiar sound of the springy aliens once again.
Before we could react, we were swarmed. Before we could do anything, we were pinned down by an oddly organized strike compared to the last. Three times the size of his brethren, a much larger springy worm with a big block head slithered his way up the table. Evolved and more intelligent, he said that he wanted to watch me specifically make the concoction Reginald was just working on. Reginald tried to protest, but the worms covered his mouth, preventing him from doing so. Thinking back to having watched Reginald mix the batches, I focused hard to recreate what I had seen. I poured the chemicals as he had and the block-headed worm worked his way over to me to examine. I could feel his pleasure at what I presumed was my success. He came up close as the mixture boiled and I moved on pure instinct, slapping him straight into the basin. He died on contact and I immediately fished out his flash fried corpse. The worms holding Reginald down started the lose coordination and I had a thought. I cracked the crispy shell of the block-headed worm open and poured his inside into the mixture. It changed color and Reginald exclaimed to my success as I woke up.
Last night I had a dream where I experienced phenomena that can only be see through a camera lens. I was sitting in my bedroom in the middle of the day and noticed it was rapidly getting dark outside even though it was only 4pm. I went into the front yard to find a solar eclipse was happening. My neighbor, Spencer, was outside doing some light yard work. I was astounded that he didn’t stop to watch the eclipse. I looked at it through veiled hands because I knew I couldn’t look directly at it. I decided it would be best to look at it through my phone’s camera. The total eclipse happens and I bring my camera up as pure black night floods around me. Through my phone I watch as twisting Tron-esque geometric shapes twist in the sky. Confused, I lower my camera to find the sky is just inky black. I raise my camera again and watch the neon lights shift like an old 90s screen saver. I snap a picture, but the preview shows up in my bottom corner as a black night sky. Stressed out, I zoom in to find the geometric patterns take shape into twisting animal-like star forms. I take picture after picture and they all just show black sky. Frustrated, I start taking screenshots and to my delight, the geometric shapes and animal figures show up! My neighbor finishes washing a car and chuckles at my excitement. I try to tell him about the shapes, but he brushes me off with a reminder not to look directly at the eclipse. Disheartened, the eclipse passes and sunlight starts to brighten the sky once more.
Evidence in hand, I run back inside to show my mom. She is half-asleep and I wake her. It’s a long annoying process waiting for my mom to get up, drink water, and put her glasses on before I can show her the pictures. I excitedly explain the story to her and start by showing her the ‘normal’ night sky pictures so I can contrast them with what it really looked like in the screenshots. Her phone goes off, however. So begins an annoying game where just before my mom can look at the wild space screenshots, she just ‘has’ to do something else. I end up waking up before I can ever show her.
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