okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
as in
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
bro i read nothing in my life
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
isaac
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i want to do that too
December 2025
yeah
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
no longer writing in the third person
you cannot feed someone truth
yes
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.
propensity within someone
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever