#Dream Writing

[fuckingwhateverdude]

1.7.24

#blah blah blah #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #dreams #dream writing #recurring dream #vent writing #mental illness #list #list poem #poetryblr #spilled ink

[yourlocalstranger123]

I HAD THIS DREAM WHERE I WAS A GOD WITH A VEIL WHICH COVERED MY FACE AND LONG SLEEVES AND IT'S LIKE A ROBE? AND OMG, IM NOT EVEN SURE IT WAS ME BECAUSE THE PERSON I WAS 1ST PERSON VIEWING THEN 3RD WAS HOT AS HECK.....BUT ANYWAYS, IMA WRITE ABOUT MY DREAM.

Gn reader/no specific pronouns used. (You/they/unknown person) (lol)

(I would be happy if you reposted my dream or like <3)

welcome, outlander God(S) ♥︎

CREDITS: [I was in a rush and my friend found it on Google for me, so I am not sure if it's correct so here's the title] Art, manga, boy anime #730263 on animesher.com [or you can just type what my friend searched "chained up hands manga"]

Traveler steps into a abandoned domain. They moved the tree branches that over-grown into the domain and searched around the area.

"Nothing seems to be here Paimon. I think we were just hearing things."

"But Paimon was sure she heard something!"

The traveler tries to reassure Paimon that they were just hearing things until the traveler leaned on the wall and pushed a hidden button. They both paused as they heard some stone moving.

Traveler carefully stepped into the new founded room...nothing...happened? They went in the room still cautious. It was pitch black so the traveler has to spread the arms out and just try to imagine what the rooms looks like and so they don't bump their head on something.

Suddenly, the Paimon screamed, the traveler quickly turned around and headed towards Paimon's scream. The traveler stood there shocked and horrified. They saw a eyeball staring at them. Black liquid drips from the opened eyeball as it stared at the 2 trespassers. Suddenly, the liquid that seems to come out non-stop became read then gold.

The light was suddenly on.

"WAS THAT EYEBALL THE LIGHTSWITCH?!"

Paimon was grossed out as the traveler tried to not laugh at her reaction. A chill went down on their spine, then panic as both of them couldn't move. Their heart almost dropped into their stomach as they heard a voice.

"Oh? I didn't expect guests to be here. My, my."

The unknown person chuckled. They got closer to them as the traveler shivered from the cold hands that touched their face.

"Quite a beauty. Such pretty golden hair."

The unknown person was finally revealed. Well...not really since seems like a veil is covering most of their head. It was quite a length. While the clothes were fully covering their body.

Both of them were stunned when they heard multiple voices that sounded exactly the same if some didn't sound like their vocals was damaged or something.

"Look! There's a flying kid!"

"You mean a fairy?"

"No. It must be a realistic, human machine"

"Emergency food?"

Paimon stomped her feet in the air, pouting from the comments.

"Don't be mean. I'm sure she's just a living person" [The original you]

Paimon almost broke into tears. You're the first person who hasn't called her emergency food or some fairy at least once.

Their voices was terrifying in a way. Some was fine, but one of them had some kind of glitch in their voice or maybe gurgle noises as if their Drowning.

"Ah. Don't mind them. I'm the original."

'Original?' The traveler thought before stumbling into your arms when they were finally released from the paralyzed state they both were in.

"So....their your clones?"

The unknown person (you) laughed. Clutching their stomach as they fell on to their knees and holding on to the wall for support.

"Pfft- haha! That's quite funny"

Gosh. Perhaps would you die from laughter with Cyno's jokes because of your horrible humor? They thought.

"Well....they aren't exactly clones. They are just....versions of myself? I have many, perhaps infinity of them. But there somewhere else. These are just "me's" who will go soon. So just ingore them."

The traveler was stunned, before they could say anything, they witnessed the "you's" turning into statue, liquid or anything then disappearing. Although, they didn't question further since you looked tired from the questions. They looked over to the chains on your legs and wrist. About to ask this one last question but you soon changed the subject.

"Oh. Are you...ah, yes! Lumine/Aether?"

The traveler paused. Sweat dripping from their forehead as they looked at you in fear. They haven't told anyone their name. How did you know?

"No need to fear me....I wouldn't dare to hurt such a beauty. You're quite too cute to do that"

The person chuckled, seeing the traveler face flushed a slight bright red. The traveler finally opened their mouth to say something after 5 minutes of awkward silence.

"Do you know....my brother/sister?"

You paused. Seemingly hesitating.

"And....what if I say I do?"

The traveler looks at you and went straight forward.

"Please! Help me find my sister/brother!"

The traveler begged.

"Well....sorry to disappoint you, I don't know their location. But I could help you on your travels."

You hold their chin while smiling. The traveler heart suddenly quicken and pounded into their chest. You and the traveler noticed that Paimon was passed out on the floor, cold. You gladly offered them to help lead the way to the exit while carrying Paimon.

*later*

"Teyvat....looks so different......how long did I sleep?? God damn, I slept better than sleeping beauty for real!"

The traveler looked at you cunfused before you coughed awkwardly and asked them where do you go with them. Suddenly, the 4 archon appeared.

"[Name]...is that.....really you?"

Zhongli asked. Hands trembling as he reached out to you.

"Yes Morax- wait. Rex Lapis? No, God Of Contracts?"

"Zhongli. It's Zhongli"

He awnsered. Ei interrupted,

"[Name]..! You look......exactly the same"

You nodded. You almost fell as Venti jumped on your back.

"Barbatos?"

"I'm going by Venti!"

"Venti, the famous drunken bard?"

You chuckled, Laughing at Venti's reaction. He pouted and hit you in the shoulder even though it felt like nothing.

You looked down, seeing a child.

"Oh? And who are you?"

Nahida looked up at you and fidgeted her fingers.

"I'm Nahida....I heard a lot about you from irminsul!"

She said excitedly. The traveler just stood there in the background, with Paimon in their hands. Although...you felt the presence of someone but quickly ingores it as you listen to everyone's words. Perhaps Nahida should introduce you to Wanderer

You should be careful with the Fatui and Tsaritsa

—to be continued—

#dream writing #genshin impact traveler #genshin traveler #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin sagau #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin aether #genshin lumine #genshin zhongli #genshin ei #genshin nahida

[nonbinary-octopus]

I had a tiny bit of Rimworld in my dream last night.

I got a sidebar notification called "Colonist Returned!" and when I opened it up, it said (approximately)

[Colonist Name] left the colony in a political marriage to [Ally Faction]. His husband died, so now he'd like to come back to your colony.

Will you take him back?

and I was like, I have never seen this man before in my life, but okay.

#original #rimworld #dream writing #gamer octopus #sort of

[autumnalwalker]

A Dream About Desertion

I am an android.  Most people these days are at least mostly robotic and humanoid chassis like mine are not an assumed part of personhood. 

I was a military model, although I have been AWOL for a long time now.  

I arrive on-planet in the middle of a snowstorm at an old abandoned outpost that I doubt anyone else remembers. Some of the equipment here is still intact enough to come to life in response to my old activation codes.  I take a hover scooter and set out across the icy wastes. 

When I reach the entrance to the underground city, I am let in without fuss.  This is not a place where I am being looked for yet.  I know it is just a matter of time until that changes. 

The battery on my hover scooter runs out just as I reach my destination.  It feels like fate. 

I linger outside the storefront, the point of no return (one way or another), and watch the holographic advertisement play.  A female voiceover explains how oh so many people go missing every single day and how by donating your visual data recordings or installing recognition software then you can help find those who are lost and reunite them with their loved ones.  The images display a dramaticized example of a person with a pantherine chassis moving through a crowd, only ever half glimpsed, but then their full appearance is reconstructed from all the fragments.  I recognize the voice as belonging to someone I once knew.

I step inside.  There are no other customers.  The woman working here instantly recognizes me.   The walls alight with displays of faces I’ve worn and the name “Old Gadjinka.”  I tell her I’d been hoping that she’d be able to make that identity go away instead of telling everyone I’m here.  That’s the real service she provides; erasing records so people can disappear into a new life. 

I know she has already alerted the authorities and they’ll be here to collect me soon. 

We talk, she and I.  It has been a long time.  That’s my fault.  I hurt her.  I tell her that there was a time when I used to imagine she was only an hour away and that if I could only work up the courage I could go see her again to make amends.  She laughs and points out that an hour away from the posting I was at following our falling out was the middle of a swamp.  I say that pretending I was still at the previous posting where an hour away was the bus stop was part of the fantasy.  

I tell her I can’t go back to that life I was built for.  I’ve seen too much - done too much - and I can’t stomach it anymore.  It’s wrong that anyone can stomach it. 

The authorities arrive to collect me.

She shoots me and claims self defense. 

She lays claim to my body for processing by right of past relations. 

When she turns me back on I’m in a new body with a new identity. 

#robots #microfiction #dream writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #dreams #my writing #my dreams #dreamposting #robot girl #android

[dreambones]

Chapter 3: 'ave ye heard the rumors?

Naptime is over but the day isn't, at least now you get to relax while walking around with your favorite pirate.

Surprise! Bet you weren't expecting another chapter after (checks notes) August of 2022... I was going to make a joke but didn't realize until now it's been that long adhjgfs. Long story short, I spent all of 2023 remastering one of my video games (my actual job) and now that I am taking a small break, I got into the mood of writing a bit more.

But hey, if you are still here, thank you so much for hanging around and I hope you enjoy this new chapter <3 Hopefully, I'll get to Chapter 4 before another year passes.

No super careful proofreading, I decided to pressure myself less when writing these chapters and remember it's all for fun. Speaking of, I might switch the reader to AFAB with she/her pronouns, it’s just easier for me because that’s just how I write my personal stuff in my free time, but I don’t know how many readers are here for the neutrality and would feel a bit bad for taking that away with the fic already started.

#fnaf security breach #foxy x reader #Five nights at freddy's security breach #Five nights at freddy's #Handling emotions was not in the job description #dream writing #Fnaf #FNAF SB Reader insert

[tabsters]

everyone take a moment and appreciate @iirexenii's writing

so they were writing about a dream they had, and:

this is objectively fucking hilarious

also:

love you too amor <3

#dream writing #not my writing

[paranormeow7]

we were on the rooftop of an apartment building. It’s raining, but the sky is a deep blue you only get at a certain hour. I can hear the cars below us, but I can’t see them. distant. The rain isn’t hitting you.

I don’t know how you feel about me. Walking towards you feels like something heavy. Like something bad is about to happen. I ask to sit beside you. There’s no answer.

I awkwardly sit down. You won’t look at me. You’re still staring at the cars below. I’ve always wanted to lay my head on your shoulder. That’s all I ever really wanted, I think. This might’ve been the first time I ever tried.

My head sinks into your shoulder. There’s some kind of hideous squelch. The blood pours out and covers my face. It fills my mouth. I recoil and try to wipe it off. It won’t come off, and now my hands are covered, too. I can taste it. Salty. Overpowering. Hateful.

The rain still isn’t hitting us. It’s almost like there’s a box around the rooftop, keeping us dry. There’s nothing to wash off the blood, and it feels like it’s endlessly gushing out, filling my mouth, my throat, my lungs. I turn to look at you.

A deep, red cavity has opened where I laid my head, devouring nearly half of your torso. You’re melting. You’re made of this substance. That’s all you were. You turn to look at me, but your face is wrong. You’re so many people I’ve seen before, all haphazardly morphed together in some kind of phantom abomination.

I can make out your eyes. Deep, piercing silver. I can still taste the thick, syrupy blood.

I wake up.

#actual sugar post #this was a dream I had a few nights ago #I don’t know why it stuck in particular #maybe the overwhelming sensory aspect #maybe bc I haven’t had a nightmare abt my old fp in a while #but something about this one was just really haunting #idk it’s late I should sleep #beetle writes #dreams #tw blood #idk #whatever #writing #dream writing #Kevin’s dream journal

[wernerherzogshave]

Fine for About Five (5) Minutes

Disastrous Pop Art exterior in quiet growth spurts thru the City; snow's covering up everything we had words for; the two of us, river lengths: defeated & wasted.

Every minute was a cut slice of motion towards, outwards; left to these devices, fractured through blades of grass like anything else. Your

beautiful sewer teeth; extraneous underneath a pungent, leathery sky

#poetry #original poetry #spilled ink #dream writing #poeticstories #writerscreed #poetblr #writerblr #twcpoetry

[dusk-army-blog]

Once upon a time, I spent a week writing about a group of college students trying to stop the end of the world and failing repeatedly. Earlier this year, I finalized that short story into the above novella (and a few of my mutuals made an effort to share it around here then). Now it's on sale for half-off, but only until November 28th; if you've enjoyed the little snippets of dream-inspired stories I've posted before, you'll probably love a full length work of intrigue, magic, and looming dread.

Also, shout-out to @ask-manda-of-the-6 for providing the wonderful cover art.

#dream writing #fiction #itch.io creator day #time loop

[fuckingwhateverdude]

10.26.23

#ugh idk if this is the vibe #but my dreams have been wilddd and also repetitive boots #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #dreams #dream writing #dream interpretation #vent writing #list #list poem

[ezilyamuzed]

I had a dream the other night where I was back in high school (but still my age) and Jensen/Dean (there were no names mentioned 😂) was like a teacher there and because i was older, kinda took me in as a flirty mentor….

Now I feel like somehow this needs to be story but how…🧐

#supernatural #dean winchester #spn fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction has ruined me #dream writing

[nonbinary-octopus]

dreaming brain: you're watching a movie

me: kay

brain: you've seen it before

me: alright

brain: you forgot those two characters are married

me: okay. married. yes, I see the wedding rings. I had forgotten they were married, but I have noticed the subtle hints and remembered it.

brain: alright, on to the rest of the movie!

brain: the diamond from Finelda's* wedding ring has been stolen!

me: wai-

brain: she blames her husband Sharknaldo about it!

me: hang on, wait a sec-

brain: but secretly, Finelda stole her own wedding ring, and is framing poor Sharknaldo about it!

me: if it was extremely plot relevant that they were married, why would I have forgotten that? Especially for what you have emotionally tagged as "a beloved childhood favorite that I have rewatched so many times!"??

brain: shut up and enjoy the mystery.

*I don't actually remember her name but it definitely started with or contained 'Fin'.

Also they were sharks. Sharknaldo was a blue, mostly normal though stylized for animation, shark, and Finelda was a pink shark who was.. bipedal-coded? she was upright instead of normal-shark-horizontal, and a bit differently proportioned. Though she thankfully did not have boobs.

I have no idea how she wore a wedding ring, as she definitely had flippers/fins and not hands

... she might've been a dolphin, actually....

#original #dream writing

[autumnalwalker]

A Dream About A Sometimes Hivemind

I step into the office and all eyes turn to look at me.  When the co-op moved onto this floor the first thing it did was remove every wall that wasn’t load bearing.  As awful as open floor plans normally are, the drones get anxious when there are physical dividers between them for too long.

One of the drones pauses its work and stands up to greet me as I walk over to it.  It’s been a while since we’ve met in person.  Too long, we agree.  We hug.  We talk for a short time and catch up.  The rest of the drones resume their work.

It turns around and lifts its long hair to bare the back of its neck to me and reveals the tick attached just below the hairline.  The motion jerks awkwardly, a rare hiccup in the translation from a distant mind centered in a body far larger and with differently shaped limbs.  It frets the same way it always does when a part of itself is about to disconnect, reminding me to watch for overstimulation and triggers and not to take it personally if a reconnect is required.  

As if I don’t already know all that from having this same conversation many times before.  Still, I smile.  It’s always reassuring to see how much it cares.  I let it know as much.

It calms.  Laughs.  Apologizes.  Shifts its tone towards teasing flirtation and tells me that it wouldn’t mind if I try it on for myself while I’m here.  I laugh and thank it for the offer but say that’s not my thing.  It knows.  It’s an old verbal dance between us that I don’t mind repeating.

I cup my hand below its neck, palm up, and catch the tick when it disconnects and lets go.  I transfer it to a secure container where it will be safe.  I understand the weight of the trust it’s putting in me.  

The body in front of me turns around and blinks groggily.  Then the mind inside fully comes online and her eyes light up with awareness and recognition.  She shouts in delight and throws her arms around me hard enough that I stagger backwards.  I return the embrace and tell her that I’m happy to see her too.  It’s been a while since we’ve met in person.  Too long, we agree.  

The drones wave and say goodbye in unison on our way out and we return the gesture, maybe a little bit more perfunctorily than is strictly polite, but the two of us are forgivably too excited and caught up in one another.  I won’t be in town long and we want to make the most of the time we have together before we return to the lives we’ve both chosen for ourselves.

#hivemind #hive mind #drones #microfiction #writeblr #dream writing #writers on tumblr #dreams #my writing #my dreams #dreamposting

[draconixiaa]

The Veil is Thin Tonight

Today's is a tad long, having reached 4k, so it'll be presented by an ao3 link: here!

[@dreblrspookyweek]

[Tags you can see on the fic, but major archive warnings would be major character death, & graphic depictions of violence]

Two characters are about to be convicted. Two characters, are going to swap positions. Two characters, named Dream and Tartaglia. Will they fight, or take flight? [DSMP Disc War Finale] [Genshin Chapter IV Act II, Ending]

#dreblrspookyweek #dreamwastaken #dreamsmp #dream #tartaglia #childe #genshin impact #genshin writing #dsmp writing #writing #dream writing #wooooo

[ratschizowriting]

had a cool dream about an underwater temple

it was from the perspective of swimming down to an underwater ancient ruin, the upper floors hiding everything below with a beautiful light spire formed from the hand-shaped crystal above, where only the upper half of the hand and 4 fingers stretched from the above island. the ruin surrounded by walls akin to mountainous rock and fractured as if some form of unknown event happened in proximity.

within the actual chambers? people who had made the same journey had discovered the place's secrets, and also found out that whatever beings used to live there had also taken the time to create hidden ways to play their own games. Which the people who trekked down had still taken part in. Games akin to chess, trials of combat which would have the loser receive failure trophies like dunce caps. The entire central area was dry, with only the middle section dripping water from the upper floors into a sort of pond that the original owners had created. Now repurposed into the community pool, The water from the pond had a drain to send the water back above, letting it escape from the ruin.

The people who made this place a strange exotic home had taken effort to bring down material to form rooms, places to converse and essentially turned the lowest part of the underwater ruin into a beautiful exotic getaway hidden from the rest of the world, surrounded by historical fractures as mentioned before, as well as the large pillar of light formed by the crystals above.

strange dream but i unironically love the imagery of walls covered with not only ancient texts but stories of the beings who used to be down here and the entities that are now down there for people to find in the future.

imagine writings of an ancient evil rising from the depths combined with the many glyphic of passing travellers who want to leave their mark on the place showing their visit, but always left in the form of markings on the wall that can be compared to that of the old engravings found years ago.

#writing #creating #dream writing #writing inspiration #dream inspiration #ancient ruin #ancient turned modern

[dreambones]

TW: mention of blood and wounds.

The brainrot is real, this ended up so long I’m around the 1,000 words now and it’s not done yet. A bit of what happens after the fight, that leads to the ambush, Starling saving the Golden Fang crew, and they just made it away.

#Fnaf #fnaf pirate au #fnaf princess and pirate au #fnaf foxy #fnaf starling #dream writing