December 2025
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.
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
abrar?
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i want to do that too
yeah
was it worth it
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
god being the centre magnet
have you read
ahnaf abrar
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i understand
what do you think my name is
which magnetises chains of pins
isaac newton
your feed looks like my tumblr
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
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.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
feel you
idk
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
wait what is that
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books