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Lift and confinement – The crowded, immovable lift represents feeling
trapped or constrained in real life, either by social expectations,
relationships, or internal emotions. The inability to speak in front of
others suggests suppressed feelings or fear of judgment.
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Unexpected confession – The girl saying “I think I might love you” could
symbolize longing for connection or recognition. It may reflect
unacknowledged desires, vulnerability, or anxiety about intimacy.
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Forest and snow – The transition to a snowy forest signals escape into the
subconscious, a place of solitude, reflection, and emotional processing.
Snow often represents purity, stillness, or emotional coldness, while dusk
points to transition or uncertainty.
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The fox – Foxes are traditionally symbols of cunning, intuition, and
guidance, but here it’s more ethereal: its bites are gentle yet noticeable,
suggesting a confrontation with subtle truths, small regrets, or lessons
that must be acknowledged. The unspoken apology indicates things left
unresolved or feelings that cannot be expressed.
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Death or dissolution – Dying in the dream often doesn’t mean literal death;
it represents transformation, the end of a phase, or surrendering control.
It can indicate letting go of fear, old habits, or emotional blockages.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both
of those things
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some
insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what
you're saying
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
you cannot feed someone truth
so the method has to be autonomous
god being the centre magnet
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
which magnetises chains of pins
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off
board but you seemed interesting
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
no longer writing in the third person
propensity within someone
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i
probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable
in a way that was engaging to me
what do you think my name is
this will be about a slug