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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a
breakdown of common interpretations:
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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.
But seriously, thank you, Jack
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator
consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
really i want the internet
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Today I felt like starting
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
no longer writing in the third person
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant
articulate
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
Rain, starting
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what
you're saying
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream
education now