what do you think my name is
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned
and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre
of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
this will be about a slug
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create
within and also produce works from.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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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
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.
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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
in a post. I want to be remembered
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
13, H, grate
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
It Will Get Lighter
we need to be deconstructing our identities