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

the site i am dreaming

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

isaac

i understand

no i haven't really read anything

i have read not even 1 book

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

ahnaf abrar

magnetises a pin

what do you think my name is

like magnets

i dont understand magnetisation

god being the centre magnet

plato

plato

yeah

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

ion

what do you mean

have you read

send link

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class


bro i read nothing in my life

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

fw

i want to do that too


December 2025

and the fake qualifier

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

I Write Goodbye Letter