#-dream

one of my siblings was trying to give me a buzzcut but they were doing it with a "broken" kitchen knife. so we all went together to the knife store

a conflict from real life suddenly bled into the dream and there was a whole bit where i was just leaning on the counter in the store and sighing and cussing

a smidgen of grief i guess ive been repressing helped itself to being felt. fucking rude and inconsiderate.

awkwardly made friends with a random child?

passed through a moss covered brutalist neighboorhood

had to make a model of a car outta play-doh. the lore in dream was that i had this assignment before but i was late but this time!! i did most of the work two days ahead minimum! fuck yes!!