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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.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording
of his website, something that could be found within it
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
in a post. I want to be remembered
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out
of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate,
but I can't really make it out in
the low light. It's just after dusk, I
have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
It Will Get Lighter
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but
want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm
not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way
of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel
kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was
HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that
the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece
in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality
should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic
hypertext
