we need to be deconstructing our identities
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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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a
breakdown of common interpretations:
Lift Analysis
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
your feed looks like my tumblr
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
sorry i am texting like a slav
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
It Will Get Lighter
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
no like which do
people call me
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think
of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind
of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels
like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only
belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time
in it.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge
management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
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