#// I have the WEIRDEST dreams

[ii-larb-you]

I had the weirdest dream last night that I was married to Bruce Wayne and I was batmom basically. Anyways so we’re all out on patrol and we run into these wizards and they put a spell on Bruce and I that kinda turned us into our younger selves. Not like babies or anything but us before we adopted Dick 🤯😐 it was fucking crazy bro we didn’t know the kids and Bruce turned into like the battinson version and it was actually low key kinda sad cause the kids were like 😦😦 “they have no idea who we are” yeah… it was weird

[absolutelyzoned]

last night i had a dream that i got really high and the world looked like it was a fucking postal game but it was night and the sky was like blood red. n then i was like canoeing at my house and the fish fucker from that one roblox game tried to kill me

[moonussyy]

I’m currently reminiscing the one time when I was 13 and had a dream that I met Billie Eilish at Walmart and she picked me up, put me in a cart, and pushed me around the store aggressively while laughing her ass off

[poolsidescientist]

New genre of nightmare: you make plans but your friends all flake out. You're already at the bar. Across the room you see your high school friends together having fun. You go and say hi but they ignore you, talking over you about how weird and worthless that one person they knew was and how much better their lives are without having to put up with them. They never mention it by name but you know they're talking about you.

[minister-chegusan]

Is it normal that I had 3 different dreams that have absolutely no connection in just one night with no sleep interruption?

[kick-out-at-one]

I had a dream that MJF tried to kill me with a crossbow. He killed 5 other people while trying to get me. He also set a trap for me for my car to fill up with wet cement but I had two other people take my car and I watched them drown in it and I swore vengeance against MJF. This fued between us started when I threw a milkshake at his car and he was in it with the window down. Anyway how tall doing?

[yournameoverandover]

i had a dream that I woke up today in a foreign city and had to make it back home in time for an 8:30 race… and my ass really thought I could drive around town all morning, try to find the airport at 8:15, and still make it 💀

[wordsinhaled]

it was really only a matter of time until edwardian payneland happened and what if i channeled maurice about it. just a little

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Charles is the son of the groundskeeper at St. Hilarion's School for Boys while Edwin is a pupil there. And he can't help but notice Edwin—how he’s nearly always alone, or else being harangued by the cruel older boys who call themselves his peers.

Charles privately thinks they hardly seem equal to him in poise or grace or manner. They are boisterous, brash, crass, violent, all overlaid with a veneer of false propriety, but Charles can see the cracks in it. He knows that sort by how they are inside, and they cannot be like Edwin at all. No, Edwin Paine's got a sad, drawn sort of look about him that Charles can't help recognizing. This lonely boy who feels somehow kindred in a way he can't put a finger on, but is pulled to him all the same, though by rights he'd do better to keep his distance.

Edwin often sits by the lake by himself, to read, or to do his assignments in the shade of the trees. Picturesque as a painting, he is. One day Charles dares to approach him, though he knows the risk in it—prepared to be rebuffed, rebuked for his untoward attention to someone he is meant to ignore; but the boy does not turn him away.

And so they become friends. Tentative, and then less and less so.

Together they explore the school's sprawling grounds, all of whose surprising hiding-places Charles Rowland knows by heart, having wandered them himself for years and made them his own refuge. The woods become theirs; the shore by the lake theirs; the shade of the trees theirs. The attic, where no one comes to look for them in the dead of night, also theirs.

And then one day Charles notices a group of boys surrounding Edwin. The usual cadre, and they're posturing, their voices loud in the autumn air. They’ve ripped Edwin's penny magazine from his grip and are tearing pages out of it, scattering them to be plucked up by the wind. Charles can do nothing else but step in. He shouts at them to back off, puts himself between them and Edwin, and gets himself thrashed for his trouble—but they, at least, finally leave Edwin alone.

Edwin, for his part, cannot believe Charles would be so reckless for his sake. Charles has not yet mentioned to him that he is used to this sort of treatment, and sees worse at home. They sit together in the boathouse by the lake, cross-legged, close enough for Edwin to dab carefully at Charles’ split lip and bleeding knuckles.

“You should not have done that for me,” he chides, though it carries no heat. “What will happen now?” He thinks word is sure to get back to the school, and there will be a scandal. Those boys, who so vocally despise Edwin, will hardly be quiet in their outrage, their humiliation. Charles’ father might be relieved of his post, and then Charles’ family will have to leave St. Hilarion’s. That is how these things go.

And what was it all for? For Edwin? How could it have been worth it?

“Doesn’t matter, does it?" Charles is saying, when Edwin surfaces from his troubled thoughts. "Couldn’t let them treat you like that. They had you five to one. And that, just ‘cause you’re different. I know how it is.” Charles’ eyelashes are very long, and the light turns his eyes a warm, deep amber as he talks fiercely, insistently, in defense of Edwin.

It’s terribly forward, Edwin thinks. And, despite every misgiving, he welcomes it. No one has ever fought for Edwin before. No one has ever spoken about him with such conviction.

Then Charles seems to lapse into pensiveness. “You didn’t have to…” he says softly. "All this." He gestures, with the free hand Edwin isn’t busy wrapping up, at the little bottle of antiseptic, the scissors, the roll of bandages and the cloths, all spread out on the floorboards between them.

“Of course I did,” Edwin says.

Really, he had not given it much consideration. He had had only the presence of mind to memorize the sight of Charles kneeling in the dew-damp grass, angry gaze still spitting fire at the backs of Edwin’s retreating bullies. He’d had blood in his bared teeth, and the briefest flash of desire had seared through Edwin—to kiss him. Merely in thanks, perhaps, but still, to kiss him.

He would know the warmth of Charles’ mouth. Fleeting, forbidden, it would sear itself into his mind for ever.

Of course, he had done no such thing; for he could not. Instead, he’d done the only thing he could do—bent low towards Charles, and squeezed his shoulder once, as if to say, Wait here for me. I will come back to you.

And as he'd turned on his heel and gone off in the direction of the infirmary, leaving Charles there with dusk encroaching, Edwin had hoped Charles understood his gesture for the indelible promise it was.

[plutobutartsy]

i had a fucking dream where my mom asked for my tumblr handle and for some reason i couldn't just have said no and i was panicking because i had the nastiest, dirtiest x reader porn reblogged

[blaiddraws]

i had a weird dream

[bardace]

I had a dream that drawtectives s3 was out (for the second time) and woke up mad and then went back to sleep

and then I had another dream where I was hanging out with a rosé cosplayer and complaining about how my subconscious tricked me into thinking s3 was out and then the rosé cosplayer took my hand and said “I’m so sorry. Don’t worry, everything will be okay.”

so of course I drew this

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

what are we feeling chat

[furby-organist]

// I had a dream someone tried to break in through the washer/dryer pipes. I wasn't there for the event, my mom just told me that they found a "professional creep" halfway in the pipe. She was chill about it. Girl wtf

[wundrousarts]

Had a dream recently where Jessica Townsend wrote a story in the Locked Tomb universe and Tamsyn Muir wrote a story in the Nevermoor universe and have since been miserable that it doesn’t exist.

[justen1d]

Yep.. thats me. You're probably wondering how i got in this situation...

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

i had the most bizarre dream last night.

I dreamt I got turned into goku (child goku specifically from the original dragon ball) but I was still me just goku shaped so obviously I had a lot going on and didn’t check tumblr for a while. When I checked back the whole thing was drama about someone I never heard of doing various horrible things (cheated on his wife, abused children, killed several people) and I was just befuddled and thought Well At Least I Never Interacted With This Person. But then I found out people were saying that was my secret side blog based on nothing. As in they just said it and everyone believed it without even the slightest explanation as to why they thought that. So there were a bunch of meme edits that just said “I hope owlvid dies and goes to hell today :)” and I just kept replying to people that it wasn’t me and I wasn’t sure why they think it’s me. Eventually I was literally doxxed and some people kidnapped and tortured me and used various lie detection tests from truth serum to a polygraph to try to prove it was me but it didn’t work since it wasn’t me. They were frustrated and still didn’t believe me but let me go since they couldn’t prove it was me so I left and by this point there were literally “kill owlvid” signs because I guess I was believed to be a terrorist at this point and I was going to post a selfie next to one of the signs to post on tumblr as a funny gag for the people who still followed me but then I remembered I looked like goku and didn’t want my haters to start accusing me of not being black because I was just regular (though now adult for some reason ??) goku.

Then I woke up.