The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
it is hopeful
bro i read nothing in my life
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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.
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
and the fake qualifier
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
was it worth it
the site i am dreaming