They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
it is hopeful
hiding from the rain
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
and the fake qualifier
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.
"Put a blanket."
send link
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Thank you, Jack
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
in a post. I want to be remembered
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"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
no longer writing in the third person
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.