and the fake qualifier
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.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
wait what is that
was it worth it
the site i am dreaming
...
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
really i want the internet
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
Lift Analysis
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Thank you, Jack
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
autonomy of learning