We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building.
He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
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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.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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specific.
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with
it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
bro i read nothing in my life
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty
cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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.
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i
didn’t watch it then
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what
you're saying
you cannot feed someone truth
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media,
both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything