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was in a beautiful old house and i was taking care of a family's dog. i kept finding teeth the size of quarters around their house and i figured out they wanted to take my teeth away and that taking care of the dog was just a fake task. some kind of apocalypse was also happening, and i drove in my car for 2 hours until i found a mcdonalds that sold cigarettes and pizza (but they didn't call it pizza-- it was like, flat seasoned tomato bread). i met these people who didn't have a lot of teeth and they said they were going to reenact a piece of artwork. we drove north and i saw the artwork and also was somehow part of it at the same time-- it was in the style of Ezra Jack Keats. it was a painting of hundreds of people in a crowd, all wearing colorful parkas with the hoods pulled up over their heads, and they were all facing away from the viewer. the people were watching a horse race. a voice explained that the painting was stunning for its attention to detail, and was distinctive for the silver sparkle on each of their visible stirrups. i fell through the snow that everyone else was balancing on (i guess we were standing on snow?) and it was deeper than i was tall
was a first year college student in some fancy school that looked like it could be the school from dead poets society. i decided to start mosaicing (?) one of the outside walls and one of my dream-friends (not someone i knew outside of dreamworld) started gluing their name on the wall in big fuzzy letters.
i told my high school friend about flounder because she was going through a bad breakup with her high school boyfriend (they've been broken up irl for years) and it turned out that he was on flounder too and made a bunch of posts about having a crush on someone, and she thought it was her. she posted a photo on flounder of them together that looked like one of those american girl e-cards from 2008 that said "relationship 2.0" and i felt guilty about it :/
i was walking through what i knew was truman's campus but it looked different. the trees were turning red and orange, and i tried to take a picture of it but my phone zoomed way out and i couldn't get a good shot. my bf ran past me. i yelled out to him to tell him it was me and he turned around and smiled. we walked back to centennial hall.
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i was in a room full of fancy prom-y dresses-- like floor to ceiling dresses. i remember thinking that i needed to pick one, and after a while my dad came in the room and said that i needed to pick one Right Now. i finally found one that i liked, and i went into another room where everyone from my girl scout troop in elementary school was waiting.
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my awful ex bf was in my parents' house and i was throwing his cutlery outside and yelling at him to get out while he chased me and laughed, and i ended up stabbing him with a pen like 40 times and he didn't react at all
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i was hungry so i went to a fancy club-looking place to get some food. there was a guy there who was in front of the dining room door, and i asked him like twice if it was a private club. he just avoided my eyeline so i sat at a table outside. there was someone across from me who said nobody would talk to her either. a waiter brought me fried shoelaces and a fried lemon slice. a fancy oldish guy at the table behind ours started very calmly faking a heart attack so that it would be appropriate for us to talk. we started joking that from his body language and posture he was obviously in pain (he looked fine and that was part of the joke). then we noticed that everyone was looking at us. i asked the old guy if we were gonna get in trouble, and he said no, the people in the club were just classist.
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i had head lice, but it was shaped like little dragon flies that were about half an inch long. i kept grabbing them and putting them in a jar.
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one of my bf's friends was in a classroom with me and dared me to jump up and hit one of those ceiling tile things. i did and it fell down, and i freaked out and walked to the bathroom, where 2 women in police uniforms came into my stall and questioned me about it. i got mad at them for being inappropriate and came out of the stall, and they said that i had to piss in a bowl of ice water. i didn't want to as ive had weed lately and they said my other option was going to counseling (which apparently was worse and went on my criminal record).
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was checking books out of the library and mentioned that my name is catherine and the librarian said "catherine? how are you gonna become an lpc with a name like that? there's no way you can fix the opioid crisis with a goofy name like that. the only worse name would be..." (at this point she scanned a book that had "nate" written on the cover which is my bf's name) "...nate!"
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had a dream where something invisible was wiping people off the earth and into space, and you could see them floating around in space kind of like cartoon characters
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had a dream last night that i was an art substitute teacher at my old high school (it's notable that i am currently on my lunch break as an art substitute teacher) and i got tons of paint on me. thankfully im substituting for high schoolers who know that you shouldn't throw paint at the sub.
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last night, i dreamt that i missed the final for a class i was taking-- some kind of stem class? it felt hard. i emailed the professor on a phone that looked like a box of mac and cheese and asked if i could take the final online. he said no, showed up to my house, and made me take the final, which looked like a bunch of tough math questions but ended up actually just being washing a sink full of dishes.
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i had a dream last night where i couldn't find my mom and she was about to give birth. i think time travel was involved-- she might have been about to give birth to me? it was weird. i very vividly remember asking her if it was a dream, and she said "oh, yes, it's a dream for me too," and we started talking about our different non-dream lives. she wasn't my mother in real life, which was strange. i rubbed her back because she was uncomfortable with being so pregnant, and i accidentally hit a spot that induced labor (?) and she started doing those breathing exercises that pregnant women do. overall a strange experience.
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