I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

"Put a blanket."

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

much more tactility

plato

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Better Lift

is this you as well

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i love it here

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i was tempted to lie about my name

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Thank you, Jack

or never left

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.