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I actually don’t know how this one started. All I know is that it’s dark. A beautiful moon levitated above the earth lighting small lakes and ponds. A few gold flowers grew. There was one of me until there wasn’t. The current me looked upon the barren area where the few flowers grew. Until there was a realization. The new me was beautiful. I could create these golden flowers whenever I pleased. I could sit near the moon and speak to it. I could speak to the other me. There were more current and new variations of other people as well but they weren’t distinct. Some of them added to the beauty of the land as well. It was as if the new me had a realization. After making this beautiful scene I realized I couldn’t permanently exist with the current version of myself. It was as if my only purpose was to show myself this ability as comfort. As a sign of the path ahead. I am beauty and I can create beauty whenever I please. But I’m order to do so I have to allow the current me to grow. This already exists for me. I allowed present me to enjoy this. Understand that this is mine. The only hard part is getting there. Trusting myself. Current me admired the scene. The lakes lit by the moon. The flowers both gold and colored, left by these messengers. And it was if my mind hit save and I woke up.

I haven’t been recording my dreams as much lately but I feel like this one is obviously a message. Before I fell asleep I felt overwhelmed by events of my day today. I felt anxiety about conversations needing to be had. So I closed my eyes and I just breathed. I mentally coo’ed myself into relaxation. So much so that I fell asleep. From this my mind must have taken over. It was a message meant for me. I believe a lot in manifesting. There are times when I feel anxious and struggle to trust myself. I have this idea of a woman/character I love. I want to be her. I don’t know how or where to start. I have ideas, I have feelings I want to feel one day. I just don’t know where to start. This dream feels like a reassurance. I’m going to get all that and more. The support of others. The consistency within myself to make great things happen. I’m grateful this dream came to me. At such a perfect time to. I still have some ways to go but it is okay.

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I was a man. Buisness man, detective, someone important. I was living in a world that felt like ours but wasnt. It was much darker. It felt like it was eternally night or something. Nothing felt right. Obvious delusion, obvious downward spiral. The majority of the dream was me communicating with some woman. She sent me through trials as I was losing myself. She said by the end of everything "I wouldn't even know myself anymore ." There was a collection of wilted sticky notes. They all made no sense until whatever event that was waiting to happen, actually happened. After whatever event happened I was supposed to "recognize: something. I got through most of them and the picture started to form of me a and this woman. The thing with her and these pictures though. She said after each time something is allegedly revealed I'm supposed to drink (idk what this drink actually is) and recite something backwards. She kept reminding me that by the end of it i wouldn't make it out or I wouldn't know myself. I seemed insanely confident. I had gotten 7/9 of these moments. I felt fine. I still didn't understand what I was supposed to be learning in each of these moments though. Just before I woke up I came to the realization that the notes were forming what was supposed to be the two of us. Unlike the last moments I endured I made the statement "This feels familiar, and this perspective is different." Instead of me seeing these short moments through his eyes the perspective suddenly changed. It suddenly showed this man sitting at a counter shortly after he drank the mystery drink. Then my alarm went off so the dream ended. (I would be able to include what was happening in those moments but I forgot lol)

Edit: The drink was black and had the same consistency of liquor. It also had this mist or smoke emitting from it. Kinda like how liquid nitrogen has that same smoke. I would have liked to add more details but I forgot them almost immediately after. The dream had a dark tone to it. And the environment was steam punk-ish.

#i need to do a better job on the presentation of these dreams #maybe refine them after i write the rough draft #idk

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Orchestral Inferno

In my dream I was in this large stadium gym type area. It was like a orchestra choir thing but for some reason it felt like my two friends and I were banned from performing. One was a guy (I have no idea who he is in real life.) His parents were super strict and his dad led the orchestra which is probably why we were banned. We had been drinking before we walked back stage but neither of us were drunk. He played violin and the other girl sang. He entered the stage first and the other girl and I sang. It sounded beautiful, almost like it was a part of the show that had been cut. The cute guy finishes his violin solo and before his big build up finish he just stops and exits the stage. I follow. His mother was in the crowd fuming and his father was probably feeling the same but the audience cheered. Back stage I congratulate him on how well he did, then out if nowhere we kiss. The other girl we were with seemed jealous and in that moment his father comes out of nowhere ready to rip us to pieces. But then shit started to really hit the fans. Men and women in what seem to be fbi uniforms entered behind the stage and begin demanding to search the belongings of every student because there was "underaged drinking and drugs being distributed." We had been drinking but we didn't have it on us. So in that moment they began questioning his dad and we had the opportunity to slip out of the area undetected. By the time we reached the audience the entire gym had been locked down and fear was the only thing in the air. They began shooting students but everytime someone was shot their chests and heads caught on fire. Screams of terror were everywhere and the further toward the back exit we reached, the more empty the building got. There were guards everywhere and at every exit. By this time the guy and I got separated. There were a small crowd directed to line up in front of the exit so I slipped in the back. They faced the center of the room were a smaller crowd of the armored men stood as their "leader" spoke. There was also a small group of people still on the bleachers. Most were parents and they were waiting further instructions from the man in control. The crowd I was in was made up of a few remaining students, and a few staff. Some woman on the staff( who felt like she had a deeper relationship with me, maybe a mother that adopted me or somethibg) she began whispering instructions and reassurance to me and the girl next to me (who was probably my sister or something). She told us that we had to do something and that fear wouldnt protect us. There were signs behind us and markers so because we were behind the crowd No one could really see us. A lot of the markers didn't work which was frustrating.So we made signs and held them up. The crowd joined in our chant. But the man running everything just laughed. He said if we talked anymore he would put a bullet in us as well. He continued to taunt and torture the remaining people on the bleachers. And the crowd just had to wait in fear. The last thing I remembered were the bodies on fire around the gym. At this point my dream ended.

#as always #excuse tbe typos #i write these as soon as i wake up #while they are still fresh #and while i could remember detail #fire #mass shooting #fear #terror #sadness #high school

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The Job

I was running around what looked to be a modernized/upscale version of Downtown Long Beach. There was a Plaza and I was on the phone with someone trying to find a vegan place to eat at after the interview (whoever I was speaking to was a vegan.") So I have this brand new shiny bike and in my hand I was carrying a freshly starched men's shirt and tie. I'm guessing it was required for the Interview. I ride my bike until I get to these big shiny glass doors and I press the black buzzer to be let in. I am greeted by a tall man in a suit and he takes the shirt. He goes on to say I can leave my "dusty little bike" outside. (That was rude...) He leads me to an older white man who is sitting in a chair with a clip board. He begins to read my resume and ask me questions. He reads aloud that one of my aspirations is also music and he crosses out the words "has heart" on a list at the very top. The list from what I remember said Has heart,imagination, skill and two other words I can't remember. He stopped talking an took the shirt from the man. He condescendingly commented on how well it was done and how the tie was perfect. Then he proceeded to cross out "imagination" on the list. At that moment my heart sank and I started feeling emotional. I didn't cry but in my head I was thinking about how I was gonna call (whoever tf was on the phone before I got there because for some reason in this dream I was super attached to them)and tell them how upset I was. Then suddenly as if by some sort of magic the shirt turned into this beautiful multi style yellow dress. (By multi style I mean it was one of those dresses that can be arranged differently to be worn in different ways while remaining one dress.) And the man was shocked. He dropped the clip board and began admiring it. It was one of my designs. He started crying. Then all of a sudden a woman decends from the stairs. She is mesmerized by the dress. Apparently she was one of the stores elite customers and she was willing to spend a lot of money for a red version of the dress. She was also wearing white so I simply looked at her outfit and it transformed into a different version of the dress. She was in love. In front of where I was sitting was a mirror. The woman admired herself and took many pictures. The older man still clutched the yellow one and the woman demanded I be hired on the spot. Before I could reject the offer my actual phone in real life rang and I woke up.

#excuse any typos #im writing these as soon as i wake up so i can remember

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Welcome/ Slight Backstory

I decided to create this blog completely on a whim. I'm currently in a weird point in my life where I'm trying to figure things out and deal with things as they come. I've always had extremely vivid dreams and some of my best ideas have come from a dream I've had. People always say to write them down and I've tried that once or twice. When I read some of them back at a later time they sound so crazy. I've always felt like they need to be shared. Lately I've been having a lot of dreams both a mix of positive and negative. They have been extremely detailed and completely off the wall. So with that being said I figured I'd make this blog and share some as soon as I wake up (while they're still fresh). Disclaimer: This is not a dream interpretation blog. I have no idea how to interpret dreams, a lot of my own dreams I couldn't find an interpretation. If anyone would like to message me or submit any interpretations I completely welcome it. Otherwise feel free to submit your dreams. (Regardless how weird). I hope this is fun and interesting for anyone that is into dreams and stories in people's heads. As I'm writing this at 1:22 am I'm scared and nervous for what dream is awaiting me. I have one that I wrote down months ago that will be shared eventually (there are so many typos In it). Anyway enough rambling, enjoy my blog!

#dreams #dream blog #sleep #sleeping #night #subconscious mind #welcome

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