The Batlord

lulz

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Slapping people sucks.

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had dreams last night , not sharing

Chiomara

I wish I'd written down the first dream I had last night. Should have when I woke up briefly at 3 am. But I didn't, so now it's mostly gone. I dreamed of having an acid trip while watching a solar eclipse on a beach. It felt so real, too. I remember laying in the crescent shadows. And at some point I bumped into Frownland at a beach bar and sternly asked him to remove my arms because they were filled with lava. (not real lava, but the gooey stuff that's in lava lamps. I was very concerned about it) I didn't even bother saying hello; I was just like "PLEASE REMOVE MY ARMS." He kindly tried to remove them but it didn't work, so I wandered off. I'll edit this as I remember more throughout the day.

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Chiomara

I'm currently trying to decipher this email I wrote to myself at 4 am (I was trying to type out my dream, I think, since I forgot to leave my notepad by my bed) :

"Swimming, a pool in car, bigpool !, Matt [fourth grade] road trip San Antonio outside ice cream shop but different kind of icecream whth friuut on top, long antifa protest st a mall, a girl, eighboehood friend on brooksadaleke, before that, large medieval outdoor area, mom spying via computer and slapping me"

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The Batlord

Sounds like you want to scissor your mother.

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Chiomara

Was woken up by my own laughter a couple times last night. I was dreaming of chasing an otter that had long dog legs. He had jumped out of a drawer and I wasn't sure whether I should be frightened or not. It had slippery skin, an oddly flat head and beady eyes. Not long after, I wandered to the door to look outside (same dream) and there was a big giant toad by it. I yelled in an old-timey cowboy voice, "Go away, toad boy! You're nothing but trouble!" and so it hopped away. I hadn't really wanted the toad to go away, though, so I wrote a folk song about the toad in an effort to lure him back. I was playing a banjo in the rain and singing "Never turn away a toadddd at your doooor" (I don't remember the rest of the goofy lyrics.)

The other dream lasted weeks in dream-time so I don't remember it. Forgot to write it down.

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Chiomara

1. Dreamed of the demon lady. In this particular dream, she was confined to a mirror world/dimension. Her appearance was younger than usual-- about my age. She had greenish-blue pale skin, glowing eyes, and blood on her face. She kept drawing me to the mirror, trying to seduce me. It mostly worked because, despite seeming to be confined to the mirror world, we still had a symbiotic relationship (just like in the other dreams) and a strong connection. I was like a battery or channel of sorts for her, as well as a food source. She was content with this, and while content, she was A.) behaving herself and not possessing/destroying others and B.) had impressive powers and could almost make me fall in love with her. So, she was trying this again, but from behind the mirror. I couldn't stay away from the mirror for very long before being drawn back. The goal was to hypnotize me in a way so that I was no longer aware that she possessed me--to merge with me completely and irreversibly. I always managed to stay vigilant enough to prevent that-- to just remain partly merged with her consciousness instead. This was almost preferable to being totally free of her, because in dreams where she was totally separate from me and not connected to me, she was truly monstrous and violent and destroyed everyone and everything around her. By the time she'd get to me, she was in such a rage that she forgot that she needed me to exist and destroyed me as well. So, in a way I was okay with it. I let her seduce me yet again because I knew the alternative was the complete annihilation of everyone around me. (I was the only one she was able to possess and use, so she'd destroy anything to get to me. With others, she was only able to assume their appearance for a short period of time for the sole purpose of luring me someplace) If I slipped for one moment and let her see that I knew what she was, the mirror would begin to crack and bleeding wounds began to appear on my face and body. If the mirror were to break completely, she'd annihilate me. So it was quite a stressful dream.

2.) I was friends with someone who resembled the drag queen Latrice Royale (from Rupaul's Drag Race). He had recently inherited or won a great deal of money and, as a result, had many suitors. There were two men in particular that he really liked, but he wasn't sure if they only liked him for his money or not. He wanted me to observe them and sneakily investigate them while he was away for the weekend (I was dogsitting his pug) to try to determine which one sincerely loved him.

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GuD

I dreamt in a cinematic way of a beachside housing event. While a self-proclaimed root beer connoisseur described his home-brew as 'the best ever' and had a chug of said brew after pouring dish soap on a big stack of undercooked bacon at what seemed to be a house party, a greened eyed dominatrix threatened a black woman with a peculiarly elongated and gem-studded comb. Behind her stood four women, three white and one black. They were in a room in what may have been a different house from the one inhabited by the root beer drinking, soap-bacon eating party goer. The room faced the ocean and was perched about 20 feet from the beach sand where a white man in shorts and a white button up conversed with another black woman wearing a dress about things I can't remember. It was an odd, inconclusive dream.