dream log
5/21/2025
- I was compiling warrior cat amvs together into hours-long youtube videos for binge-viewing.
5/20/2025
- a boy told me he had killed 39 people in the last decade. he found out that I told my friends about this and he decided he would have to kill me too. I ran and ran and ran.
I evaded him for a few weeks until my friend told me she wanted to introduce me to her new boyfriend while we were at an amusement park and she revealed that it was him. I ran again.
he locked me in a public bathroom and threatened me with a knife, a small pointed dagger. I asked him to make it quick. he taunted me and in the ensuing scuffle I wrestled the knife from him. he told me that it wasn't even sharp. I told him that I didn't want to hurt him and I just wanted to leave. but when he turned his back I tried to stab him anyway. he was right: the knife was not sharp.
I ran again, to the home of my childhood friend, where my mom set me up in an old bedroom, which was somehow simultaneously her old bedroom. I went outside the next day, carefully navigated the city streets, terrified of him finding me again. I walked down a dusty country road, and made eye contact with the driver of a bright yellow porsche coming from the opposite way. it was him. he got out of the car, laughing.
I wanted to run but I was so sick of running.
he lunged at me and I somehow brought the nearby sixty something year old Steve from my dance class into the fray. the boy was outraged at me for bringing someone else into our quarrel. I thought it would stop him but it wasn't enough.
he swiped at me, cutting my skin and taking out my knee. my own knife materialized and I began attacking back. Steve watched from the side, sitting on a dumpster. I screamed at him, asking him to call for help but he just shrugged. my fight went on. I stabbed the boy in the neck and in the gut. he finally lay on the ground, ready to give up. I slit his throat, shallow, slow, requiring multiple swipes.
"is that still too shallow?"
I look up and see he has transformed into my girlfriend. she is dying in my arms.
"please, can we stop this, I don't want to kill you, I don't want you to die," I am weeping.
all she says is "it's ok"
5/2/2025
- we were at the Concert and I was supposed to dance and play in the orchestra. the program order got changed last minute and worse yet, I realized I forgot my pants at home. I went upstairs and starting rooting around the dozens of laundry bins that were in Babushka's classroom. halfway through my desperate search two women came in asking for my approval on their applications to the school. frustrated, I told them that I didn't have the authority to do that and went back to my search. all I could find were a pair of sweat pants that had my old highschool's logo on them.
I returned downstairs and saw the concert was dragging and we were very behind schedule. mom told me and Kira to go wash dishes in the kitchen until it was time for me to dance. somehow time got away from me and when I emerged from the kitchen I saw the boys doing the Shoemaker dance without me before going straight into Intermission. the floor cleared out and I saw Nicky, Kayley, and Bonnie, and had to approach them and explain that I messed up and missed my chance and that they'd have to settle for just watching me in the orchestra in the second half (which I now dreaded as I felt completely distraught about missing my dances).
I found mom and was really nasty to her about why she didn't come get me when it was time to dance. we both cried.
5/1/2025
- I dreamed that Dasha cheated on me. When I woke up to reality and told her, she gasped and revealed that she had also just dreamt that I cheated on her.
3/18/2025
- I married (Former Coworker) in Japan. She cheated on me on our wedding night with a human-sized Chia. We got into an enormous fight where I immediately requested divorce on the grounds of the betrayal from cheating on me with a human-sized Chia. The next week I was getting ready to go to dance class and got excited to tell my divorced friend there that I too was now divorced.
2/7/2025
- we captured a Bibble-esque creature (illustrated below) and contained him in a birdcage for two nights, the group of us sleeping on the asphalt under the stars outside my parent's house. on the third night, the creature escaped. the speed at which he burst forth from the cage and into the sky made me think of Elphaba and the sense of freedom she gained and I started singing "SO IF YOU CARE TO FIND ME, LOOK TO THE WESTERN SKIES," but no one laughed or even really acknowledged me so I just kept singing it over and over and over, assuming they simply hadn't heard me. the creature circled the sky overhead, shapeshifting into a goose, but promptly disappeared when a cop showed up to issue us a fine due to noise complaints.
1/10/2025
- I contracted botulism from the Itty Bitty Pickles I had eaten in real life the night before. the nightmares were between fits of real life sleep paralysis which certainly did not help the situation. woke up dizzy and nauseous, also not helping things, came to work four hours late and spent the entire rest of my shift google botulism symptoms and convincing myself I was losing feeling in my arms and face.
12/29/2024
- I had a birthday party in this enormous aquatic centre and then stuck around late afterwards. it turned out to be the location of the very last Taylor Swift eras tour concert. I accidentally had front row seats from hanging around in the spot where my party had been so I thought "well I’m here anyway, I’ll see the first song at least then head out."
the aquatic center was set up so it had a big stage in the middle of a huge pool and then another ledge around the perimeter of the water. Taylor started singing and almost immediately jumped in the water and began swimming. then I spotted Kayley in her Taylor Halloween costume (which was kind of rude because she did not attend my birthday party a mere hour prior at the same location) and then SHE jumped into the water too and was chosen as the Special Taylor Fan In The Water and got to swim dance with her.
that went on for a while and I was like "ok that’s enough I’m gonna head out", but when I tried to leave Taylor was up on the platform with her background dancers and I accidentally got SO in her way and I was really embarassed and apologizing and she was like “I get it girl. You gotta go on your SMOKE BREAK 😉” and the whole audience clapped and cheered and chanted "SMOKE BREAK" which in this universe was like some kind of Taylor Swift lyric Easter egg famous quote thing so everyone loved it. and so I left and then discovered my car got towed
10/5/2023
- I was driving around South America with my sister, several coworkers, several people that don’t exist, and Cole Sprouse, who I was refusing to call anything except Jughead and he hated me so much
9/26/2023
- the world was ending so they put on one last giant concert where the top 100 songs of all of history were decided upon and the artists who created them were all going to go on stage and perform them live. And let me tell you the Riverdale Cast was SWEEPING.
1/19/2023
- the entire office was doing a team bonding activity which was climbing Mount Everest. I felt the real time agony and suffering of climbing up this steep miserable incline of almost 90 degrees and I kept slipping backwards off of it. I finally had to do some rock climbing maneuvers and was just about to vault over the ledge when suddenly a random woman was there holding a Pringle to my mouth to eat and I was like um ok and ate it then heaved over the ledge.
my coworkers were already at the picnic tables at the base chatting and waiting. I was like “is this like called something? Like can I say I crossed a certain threshold or anything” and a girl beside me was like “no! I’m mad too! This is just nothing” and I was like jesus that was so hard and it’s nothing? we kept chatting and then Kate was holding a Starbucks caramel macchiato with huge globs of bright purple ube in it and was like “the ubereats that Caitlin ordered is here” and I was like “she ordered ubereats to mt Everest?!? I am literally carrying Starbucks in my bag for her already where is she” and Kate was like “she’s being shy and hiding in the outhouses” and I never saw her.
later me and Cindy were talking about how we wanted to turn back because it was too hard and I said “plus we have all those students in that dance competition we should get back to” and Cindy was like “yeah but that’s in the Philippines” and pulled up a black and white grainy livestream of the kids at the dance competition in the Philippines and [REDACTED] was doing a contemporary trio with [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] with intense themes of a questionable family dynamic.
eventually I return home thinking “I’m so glad I gave up on Mount Everest. but I must now pray that no tragedy befalls my colleagues who are still trying to face the mountain…”
3/20/2021
- one of the longest most convoluted dreams of my life. it literally took course over an entire year and felt so vivid that I kept half waking up and thinking it was reality.
somehow I got PREGNANT. like in the universe there was still no possible way or reason I could get pregnant like real life but it was just sort of generally accepted by everyone and I didn’t realize until too late because I didn’t show at all and I was like pissed off but not as mad and scared as I should have been. time passes and like the dream literally covers me working at The Greek Restaurant while pregnant and talking to people at The Office about it etc etc then one day I am home alone and I go into labour and then I just don’t tell anyone except texting Sydney like “damn this is crazy” so I somehow agonizingly deliver this baby in my house alone and then I’m PISSED cuz it’s a boy.
mom gets home and I’m like “I had the baby” and she was like “oh cool” and posts a photo on Facebook and her friend comments like “he looks blue... something is wrong with him” but like nothing happens.
just as expected I am a terrible mother. I keep forgetting he exists and then don’t change his diaper for like three days. there’s a little mailbox outside our house where I keep receiving pamphlets because I joined a My Favourite Murder Motherhood Facebook group and then I somehow accidentally put the baby in a bag and leave it in the mailbox. later I’m freaking out cuz I’m like where did I put the baby I’ve lost the baby and realized it’s been in the mailbox for three days so I run out and pull out the bag and he feels cold and stiff in the bag and I’m like oh shit he’s dead but then he suddenly starts moving and masterfully reciting spoken word poetry and he’s just like fine. then [REDACTED] and their crew are there and they’re celebrating his spoken word abilities and my family is emotional about his talent for the arts.
two weeks pass and I still have not named him. I considered naming him Remy despite that being my cat's name already. I also keep trying to tweet about how crazy it was that I birthed something despite not having had sex but didn’t want to admit that I wasn't having sex
8/20/2018
- I was babysitting The Girls and we went to a sandwich shop on a cliff's edge. S ordered a "complex soup" and we were regulars here apparently so this was normal (a complex meant a personal combo of meats) and I was also gonna get a soup but they were like “oh a complex sandwich for you right? I’ll get to you later”. then E went to order and requested a painting of “the cruxication of crisp” aka the Crucifixion of Christ. Like she ordered them to paint Christ’s death at a sandwich shop. And THEY DID the lady got out the canvas and started laying out an under painting and was like “ok so we’ll have him down here about to be launched onto the cross” but E was like “no he should be on the cross already and make sure he’s high up enough where it would actually kill him”
so they finished the underpainting and were like “ok we'll send it off to be finished” and then I ordered my sandwich that I didn't want and at this point there was a huge line behind us. they told us “ok we'll finish these up and you can come back and get them so we can start on these other people” and they gave me the bill and it was over 100 dollars. even though individually the bill listed each meal (the painting counted as a meal) as 10 bucks plus a $2 fee for “coming back 2 minutes early to get the food” and three $12 things equaled $100 and I just didn’t question it.
until I realized I DIDNT HAVE MY WALLET and was digging around my bag trying to find ANYTHING. I found a $10 visa gift card and sixty bucks in cash and I was thinking about calling home to get my credit card number and then my alarm went off and I woke up with such profound relief that I didn't register my disappointment at not getting to see the finished painting until later in the day.
dream cameos
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fortunes
pulled this via a digital tarot puller I found nine hours after texting Sydney that I was considering becoming a hermit for the rest of winter. "The Hermit Reversed Tarot Card Key Meanings:
Loneliness, paranoia, isolation, bring reclusive, withdrawal, anti-social, restrictive, paralysed by fear." prompt of pathways for what happens if I quit my job (top row) vs what happens if I stay at my job (bottom row). didn't quit despite Ten of Cups being the first pull for quitting.
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1/17/2025
7/26/2024
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