The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the
morning, when I'm not quite right.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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.
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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.
It Will Get Lighter
like people can read 100 books
and still not have the
fire within them
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.
so the method has to be autonomous
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It
bites my wrist but
there is
only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate,
but I can't
really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
,
I have nothing to do, I'm watching them,
trying to figure it out.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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.
