Better Lift

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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as in

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

autonomy of learning

so the method has to be autonomous

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

feel you

no like which do people call me

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

yeah

i was tempted to lie about my name

Slug

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

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

plato

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.