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

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Lift Analysis

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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wait what is that

the site i am dreaming

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

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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.

2 (actually index). two is company

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

Lift Analysis

send link

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

December 2025