that looks like my instagram account
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. The conversation
drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart
home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the
causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a
breakdown of common interpretations:
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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It Will Get Lighter
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Better Lift
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and
bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man
comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago.
They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells
me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I
thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off
board but you seemed interesting
