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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
barren land
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i love it here
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Thank you, Jack
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
that looks like my instagram account
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
December 2025