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.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we
watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the
bank.
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.
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.
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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.
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
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i
didn’t watch it then
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my
silmarillion, my tempelos
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Slug
you have a beautiful account btw
