She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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no longer writing in the third person

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Style

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

but really the thing should be autonomous

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i really havent

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

Can I see

December 2025

"Put a blanket."

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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.

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

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.