Some dreams are magical. Sometimes, they're just weird

overcoats for penguins

my former best friend following me around, trying to become close to me again. i told her that it was over but she didn't listen

an abandoned school bus filled with game cartridges

Ursula from the little mermaid in a huge tank - it wasn’t a cage, but an accommodation for when she was on ground

a ritual where i was in status for three days to recreate the resurrection of christ - but i slept too long and i woke up drowning and into a dying world

a beach covered with driftwood that i was collecting for a fire

black nanobots that burrowed under my skin and filled my veins. i screamed and scratched at them but i couldn't get them out

a giant tree, thirty meters across or more, laying on its side after being uprooted years ago. it had been hollowed out and there was a church inside

a train/theme park ride that was the last leg of a journey. it was supposed to take us through hell but it was only pretend

a set of playing cards where each card was a different fairy tale. i tried to put them in order but i didn't get the chance

my childhood town - the further we drove into it the further we went to the past

a historical au version of the Avengers - Tony Stark was an Industrialist and Steve was the Irish iron worker that ran one of his factories

cute ankle boots with a low heel - they dark brown mesh fabric and black straps

a massive warehouse that had stingrays of every size for sale for cooking

a theme park ride dedicated to the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (the movie version)

a path on a cliff face, wide enough to walk on, covered in rusting machinery and cars

my childhood home, only someone had bought it and renovated it until it was unrecognizable. I chatted with them about the changes and how terrible the house used to be (as far as I remember, my depiction was accurate)