barren land

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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.

so at the end

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

its good

god being the centre magnet

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

whats your name?

the site i am dreaming