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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.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it
away
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream
education now
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant
articulate
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully
and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
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.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off
board but you seemed interesting
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator
consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
It Will Get Lighter
But seriously, thank you, Jack
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.