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bustin makes me feel really good

So. luigis mansion. that was a good game. anyway, I had a dream where I was the one going through the house capturing the portrait ghosts. I was going through a plot event that did not exist in real life. This event was that previously captured portrait ghosts escaped back out of their portraits and you have to go get them. AGAIN. Really easy to see why this doesn’t exist, as it sounds like a pain in the ass.

So I go to the room of Neville, the first boss ghost. Funny thing, in the dream, I kept calling him Nigel, because, well, look at him. Since that room is a library, the books in that room were doing magical bullshit. The titles on the book covers kept rearranging themselves into sentences, and I pieced together his story from it. And I tell you, just like in that majoras mask dream, i tried my best to remember everything i read, but reading and writing is really hard in dreams! One thing i do remember was that occasionally it would be slightly incorrect. “Would” was spelled “Woulw” at one point.

So his issue I think was that he was having marital problems with wife ghost Lydia. I dont know exactly why the hell i did this, but i showed him a picture of the Baby ghost, and remembering his kid seemed to make him at peace. So much so that he allows himself to be captured (like that fortune teller lady does). However, at the last second, the suction breaks, and he is propelled into the hallway, where he is sucked up by another ghost hunter. There are two of them, actually.

I am fucking LIVID. I am just like “HOW DARE YOU, YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HIM, I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE.” I just went through all of this personal shit with Neville, so im invested. I put the nozzle of my vaccumbuster up to his and im like “GIVE HIM BACK!! PUT HIM IN MY VACUUM OR GO BACK TO THE LAB RIGHT NOW AND PUT HIM INTO THE PORTRAIT!! YOU CANT KEEP HIM THERE!! WHO THE HELL EVEN ARE YOU” So, as if on cue, the professor pops up from behind them and is like “well i got some other guys i know because this is a really dangerous job so. theyll help you.”

So i go back into neville’s room to reap the spoils. You know, you beat a boss, gems drop, treasure chests with keys in them appear. This is a game, after all. As I pick up the key, I notice that the corner of the library is different. There are two extra doors, shrouded in shadow. I check the map, and I see that one door leads to the basement, and I announce to the guys that this is where we are going.

I go down the stairs with them behind me, and saying stuff like “are you sure a young lady like you should be doing this? the basement is pretty dangerous. youre in over your head” and kind of making fun of me for being so upset over Neville. Im sick of these middle-aged guys looking down on me, so i storm ahead into the basement (it looked like an actual basement, lol), and explore a different section than them so i could get away from them. And also so I could find the magic shit first and prove that I was great.

I immediately notice a magic wardrobe, and start heading toward it. The design on it looked like an oil puddle. Like a subdued rainbow, swirling and undulating on this wardrobe. And as I approach it, I become entranced. The mystical oil puddle is hypnotizing me, almost. As I reach out to it, my whole being mesmerized by it, I hear one of the guys say, “dont be so hard on her. you know how it is with the young hunters. Its their passion. their reason for existing.” Even while I was dreaming, I had a tiny tickle of awareness that this was not being subtle at all. it felt like when movie beats you over the head with its symbolism n metaphors, yelling “THIS IS WHAT THE MEANING.”

So I open the wardrobe, and a bunch of purple smoke comes out of it. The smoke cleared, and I noticed there was no shelving in it. Just mirrors. At this point ive broken out of my trance and examine the mirrors more closely. While looking in a mirror, I noticed that there was a man behind me wearing a shitty, plastic spiderman mask. I turn around, and he isn’t there. I think “oh boy, we’re doing this shit?” so I look back into the mirror, and there are now two guys wearing shitty spiderman masks. I turn around, and again, nothing. I think to myself, “oh, now theres going to be three this time, right?” and look into the mirror again. There was a SHIT TON OF THEM. Just everywhere. On furniture, hanging from the rafters, the works. And of course, they were all wearing shitty spiderman masks. One of them was a woman. She was completely naked. Can you see where this is going?

I turn around, and this time I can see them. I try to run, and I make it pretty far. The girl grabs me. Now, you might think, “this sounds kinda rapey!” and you would be right. but this is a dream, and i was into it, despite the beginning. We fool around for a while, then i orgasm and pass out.

I wake up in front of the wardrobe with the two older ghost hunters next to me. They exposit about the wardrobe, and from what I remember, the purple smoke made me hallucinate the spiderman people? or it was like, some spooky ghost shit where it goes into your mind or brings you to another dimension? the gist is, it wasnt real. And around there is when i woke up.

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driving is hard i guess

This one is pretty vague.

I’m driving my mom’s car in a city I can’t recognize. And I am ABSOLUTE SHIT at it. Like, I am spinning out of control, all the time. It felt like I was moving the steering wheel in a realistic way (hell, my posture was totally casual), but the car moved in such an exaggerated manner. Luckily, there are no other drivers or pedestrians around.

So I try to park this fucking thing, because I have sound enough mind to realize that this isnt going to end well. I miss the parking spot completely, and kind of crash into a dumpster. What I mean is that it just bumped the passenger side. For some reason, I decide that I HAVE to get in this fucking spot, and I attempt to put the car in reverse to adjust myself. Except I’m not able to look at the gear shift. I blindly grasp around for it, and my mind starts to haze over as I try to remember which gear is where. Which is bananas bc i dont really need to look at it in real life...

As I’m doing that, my mom appears out of nowhere, and she’s like “yeah i need the car now gotta go somewhere bye” and im like “BYE?? i have no fucking clue where i AM, youre just gonna leave me here????” The last thing I remember is climbing over into the passenger seat because i wasnt about to be left in an alley next to a dumpster okay

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Prom

I was getting ready for prom. In the automatic knowledgecontext of the dream, this was senior prom, and the prom i actually went to was junior prom (in reality, i only went to senior prom).

I was getting my dress (or.. I already had it? I was on my way home.) The group I was going with was in the car, but they didn’t seem done up. Also I have no clue who they were. The guy kept calling himself Daddy and I hated it.

So I had my dress which was purple, but didn’t look like my real life one. There were mint accents. I think I originally wanted full mint green, because my brother kept mentioning Michiru, and I was like “nah, I decided that the green would look good against purple.”

At one point in this car ride, I realize that my hair wasn’t curled and I was like “man this is too casual im gonna look like shit” and the next thing I knew, my hair was partially done up.

So I go up to my room and put on my dress. Except when I put it on and looked in the mirror, it wasn’t the same one anymore. It was some ugly super casual dress. so i start panicking and rummaging through my closet. I find a dress, which, in the real world, i bought after i graduated high school.

and that was it. totally pointless.

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who is he

i went to go see this man. i dont remember who he was exactly, but it was some kind of... event? other people were there.

i looked like shit, wearing my dingy void hoodie. i was pretty self-concious, but i didnt leave. He wasnt the only important person there, i think. the event was bigger than him. I say this because when we (the attendees) went inside the venue (looked like.. a big gray warehouse, but with big windows? it was basically a few tables n some chairs and a lot of fuckin people), we were asked to write down a wish on some slip of paper, and i knew this had nothing to do with him. i cant even remember this fucker’s name but i knew he wasnt involved with this wish stuff.

I begin writing down my wish, and it takes a long time for some reason. i was aware the amount of time i spent writing it was completely absurd. and my handwriting fucking SUCKED. Anyway, i write down my wish, and it is actually realistic. Realistic in the sense that it is the one thing I want most in the waking world, and not more dream nonsense.

I wish to do well in the MLS program, graduate, and lead a happy life with Brad.

So like theres this wish jar that we had to put them in. I dont fuckin get it. Were they going read them out loud? Were they just stockpiling people’s wishes? who is this wish agency? Even while I was dreaming, I did not have any automatic knowledgecontext of this wish crap. I had no clue what the point of this was. And even though the wish crap wasn’t because of him, The Man was kind of hanging around that table, chatting with people. The event hadnt started yet, so I guess he needed something to do. He saw me taking too much time to write, and i felt like SUCH an ass.

Anyway, I put my wish in the jar, and as is the want of my dreams, things go from 0 to 100 real fucking quick. And by that i mean a chainsaw-wielding murderer busts into the venue. People are running around trying to escape, and in the chaos of all the people rushing past me, I fall on my ass next to a chair. I should point out that they were the chairs we used in orchestra back in the day. I cant find a picture on the internet but they are big and sturdy.

The Man runs a little bit past me and trips.

“_______!” I yell out his name, but I can’t for the life of me remember what the hell it was.

The chainsaw guy reaches me, and brandishes his weapon above his head, about to bring it down on me. But i am quick on the draw and block his attack with the orchestra-type chair that was next to me. It took a long time for the chainsaw to cut through it, and I remember thinking, “shouldnt it be cutting faster? is this how its supposed to be?” eventually he cuts through the entire chair, but I am not defeated because i start motherfucking DUAL WIELDING the two halves of this chair. I am as badass as badass can be, clearly.

I defeat chainsaw guy (somehow.. that part is fuzzy), and The Man and i are the only ones left in the venue. Everyone else escaped, I Guess. We dont have time to talk because even though the dream is already at 100, the numbers keep climbing. And by that I mean two secret agent-type people take us away into their agentmobile.

I can’t remember what they looked like, but they were very familiar to me. It was dream deja vu. I saw alternate versions of myself who looked so different being approached by them and doing whatever secrety stuff they do. And... it didnt feel like new information. it felt like I remembered past dreams they were in.

As they briefed us on the situation (i do not remember what the hell the situation was), I looked over at The Man, who was in the backseat next to me. He was hanging his head, looking completely downcast. I put my hand on his shoulder to console him, but i cant remember if i said anything to him or not.

Although i do not know what the situation was, it called for me changing how i looked. I was pretty chill about it, because i was like “ah yes, i remember this from my alternate dream selves. this is what happens with these guys” I had to change my hair color and how i dressed because I needed to change my identity, in order to lay low, i think. And we started doing this while... in the car? I started to take off my void hoodie in the car, at least. It felt like a Big Deal for some reason. also I kind of got caught in the hoodie and took way too long to take it off. I finally got it off shortly we arrived at the Organization’s HQ, but the agents didnt wait for me (The Man did, how nice of him) and just walked in on their own. The man and I walked in shortly after, but i was kind of worried. I was like “uhh does the organization know that we’re supposed to be here? are they gonna let us in or are they just gonna kill us” but they let us in.

More briefing (still no clue) and The Man and I were given some job to do, but who fucking knows what that was. The Man was just sort of...There at that point tbh. This is where my memory goes completely hazy so i guess Thats It.

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dream diary

I haven’t been on here in a while, because I have a shiny new vent twitter (fantasyrumba) but … I found that I couldn’t make this post into a series of tweets. I tried a few days ago: I made a two-tweet preface and then promptly fucked off without actually making the post I wanted to make.

Anyway, I had some dreams a couple of weeks ago that were so vivid that I still remember them now. Usually I only remember dreams for this long if I write them down. I’ll read it later and be like “oh yeah, that happened, huh.”

The first dream was a trauma dream, and for the sake of anyone who might read this, I won’t get into that part. But the noteworthy part was how it ended. My room was dark. The TV flickered on, and what was on it? Majoras mask.

Well, sort of. It was from the game. It was the happy mask man, with a blank face. In the middle of his featureless face was that weird eyeball that’s on top of the head of majoras wrath. That skullkid scream that was overused in That One Pasta was happening. He was talking through textboxes, and he was talking a lot. It went so fast I could barely read it. And I tried so hard to read it so that I could remember when I woke up (literally, those were my thoughts, I guess I knew I was dreaming at this point), but I can’t recall what he said. He was Pissed, though. And whatever it was he said, coupled with the other weird shit, scared away my abuser.

This next part im going to attribute to this dream, even though it’s only related to the game and nothing else. I was inside the game. … Even though it looked nothing like clock town. And even though the person I talked to isn’t in the game. It’s just one of those things you /know/ when you dream. You just have the context already.

Anyway, it’s nighttime, and im goddamn lost. Some neighborhood kids run past me, humming a song. I follow them, and end up finding a man playing accordion under a streetlight. “You’re the man who’s always playing music! I finally found you,” I say. “But I always come here,” he replies, confused. Apparently, that was supposed to be game dialogue designed to let the player know where that npc will be and when (which is important in mm). Im embarrassed that he calls me out on never coming by to see him despite him always being in the same place at night, and I answer honestly: “I always seem to get lost in town.”

The next dream is a giant fuckshow of lucid dreaming. You know how HP had house elves? Well, we had a house goblin. House goblin was more like a curse placed on a house than an actual servant. I mean, you could tell him to do something, but he would do some monkeys paw bullshit and twist your words around to make it suit his agenda. And his agenda was killing you.

So it’s late at night, and I hear house goblin loudly grumbling in the hallway. He sounds upset, so I decide to quietly lock my door. Apparently it wasn’t quiet at all, because he hears me and tries to get into my room. And I guess my lock failed too because I have to hold my door closed against him.

I keep trying to order house goblin to go die in no uncertain terms, rephrasing it over and over so he can’t find a loophole to kill me with. It doesn’t work, so I enact my first instance of lucid dreaming. I go, “hmm I sure do hope that poison I slipped him earlier starts kicking in!” And through the magical automatic knowledgecontext of dreams, I know that the poison wouldn’t kick in until morning. However, I know I couldn’t keep holding the door all night, so I lucidly fast forwarded the dream until morning.

House goblin is out cold from the poison, and I take him into the backyard and throw him over the fence. Once a house goblin is removed from the property he haunts, the curse is broken and he dies.

Or, he would have, if the house goblin I threw wasn’t a decoy. I feel his presence and turn around. He’s decently far away from me, but he has a fucking gun. He starts to speak: “I TOLD you—” and then I woke up. This was on purpose too. I saw no way out, and was like NOPE. I literally interrupted his speech by fucking off out of the dream.

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dream diary

a friend i didnt really know. he died… or disappeared. at the very least, we couldnt find him

there was water. a cave or a sewer. I found his necklace. a tiny glass cross. it was shattered.

they said it was custom made. i went to the maker and she talked about him.

hints and things stuck in the pages of his schoolbooks. Sarion.

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Dream diary

The cat was alive but in bad shape. He was worried. It was storming. I couldn’t believe my ears. He resented me. He hated me. Its my fault. After everything he’s done to me, how can he say that.

“If I had what you had I’d do something about it.” I was so offended that he dared to have anger against me that I locked myself in my room. I put in earplugs and tried to sleep.

Just as sleep came, I was thrown from my bed. It was him, but also Ashley. She finally arrived. She came back. She came back. But she let him in too. It was shitty and awkward and no one turned the light on in my room.

The cat jumped on my bed. I pet him for a while. Ashley goes to the bathroom. The cat follows. She went in and out of the room a few times probably?

I saw the dark outline (no one turned the light on!!) of the cat move by my legs.

“Is it still in here?” “Yeah. Do you want me to turn the light on so you can see it?’ "No. He needs to sleep now’

I leave my room with him and the cat still in it.

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dream diary bullshit

Midday naps always give me the weirdest and creepiest dreams.

During the first I had woken up from a deeper dream where I had a game on brain. I went to the computer and there was a window of it already open. ‘Wow that’s cool,’ I thought, 'I don’t remember opening this, did I do this in my sleep? No matter time 2 play lol.’ But the title screen was different. There were weird creatures on the screen that seemed to jump out at me. This unnerving bit of unreality caused my sight to go hazy.

I try to close it but there are more windows of it behind it, a seemingly infinite amount. I then noticed the keyboard, which is dirty and white, which is completely different than my black one. I wake up soon after.

This sounds really stupid but I actually felt like I was in danger in it. Dumb

This next one is a ridiculous epic. My family is travelling in an unknown place and there are no street signs anywhere. We are trying to find what road we are on but the locals suck and won’t tell us anything.

Eventually we arrive at the entrance of some restaurant. We are trying to pass off as locals and are looking at the menus like we give a shit. But what we’re really after is a pile of brochures that may have maps on them. We get them and find out where we are (I can’t remember the street name any more).

The other parts are characterized by a floating black cloud that explodes and transforms the sky into a storm that sends down a torrential downpour.

During the final part, it was just my dad and I walking away from a cul de sac. The cloud appeared above it and the resulting flood started coming towards us. My dad was making the best of the situation: “we’ve escaped plenty, this ones not gonna do anything to us. Its 90 degrees anyway (this confused me because I felt chilly), I could use some cooling down. I’m not afraid of soviet fantasia deluges (???????????).”

We begin running, and at first it seemed like it was going to be okay. And then I noticed something important: “where’s mom and Ashley?” We turn around to the cul de sac and it is mostly flooded. Oh no oh no. “Wait, theyre on a roof,” dad points out. I am relieved but also terrified.

Then something happened that broke the whole damn dream. Dave, who wasnt in the dream before this (we were travelling, why would he be there) exited a house and promptly drowned. Dad and I were devastated. We just hugged each other and cried.

It was at this moment that I had a moment of lucid dreaming. Something in my brain said 'No, this isn’t right.’ Which is weird because I normally readily accept the reality a dream presents, no matter how dumb. But then my confusion if dave being there and my desire for this to not be happening manifested in everything reversing. The flood receded, and dave exited the house again as if he had never left it in the first place.

tl;dr soviet fantasia deluges

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time to move all my past dreamposts over here i guess