#Dreams

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[duckworks]

I start using my powers just as a curiosity. But just as so many things boil us frogs, I wake up one day I've likely been a villain for longer than I wanted, and begin on a path to hero-dom.. and like a pendulum for years I keep realizing I've wandered hother and thither, purely out of curiously playing with my new powers.

You discover that you have control over a certain thing, as determined by spinning this wheel. We're talking full-on magical girl/superhero/supervillain/your label of choice control.

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

The Last Showgirl (Gia Coppola, 2024)

[capsyst]

Here it is! I finally finished it!

Anyone who’s been following this project knows it’s taken me forever to complete this short film. I began it in earnest back in late August 2024, from storyboards I had drawn up back in December of 2023. It’s taken about 6 months to complete this 3 minute animation by myself. And I almost lost all of it too when the iPad I was working on suddenly died on me. But thankfully I had enough completed scenes backed up that I was able to continue and now here we are! Finally finished!

I animated the entire thing in Procreate Dreams. I’ve been loving the program ever since it came out and I wanted to make an animation that really tested what the program was capable of doing. Unfortunately that also meant really testing my animation skills in the process and as a result some of these shots literally took an entire month to animate. Each! It probably did not help that I was rendering out the backgrounds in a 30+ year old 3D animation program. I am if nothing else a glutton for punishment apparently!

I really hope you all like it. I love Minecraft and Minecraft: Story Mode in particular. I always wondered what an encounter with The Warden would look like with those characters. I hope I did it justice!

[funeral]

Dream is a second life. I have never been able to cross through those gates of ivory or horn which separate us from the invisible world without a sense of dread. The first few instants of sleep are the image of death; a drowsy numbness steals over our thoughts, and it becomes impossible to determine the precise point at which the self, in some other form, continues to carry on the work of existence. Little by little, the dim cavern is suffused with light and, emerging from its shadowy depths, the pale figures who dwell in limbo come into view, solemn and still. Then the tableau takes on shape, a new clarity illuminates those bizarre apparitions and sets them in motion—the spirit world opens for us.

Gérard de Nerval, Aurélia, or Dream and Life

[dosiadove]

this reminds me of a hauntjng dream i had awhile ago.

it is with joy and sadness I tell you he has begun to die tonight. when I came back with my father to examine the deer, it was already gone. dad did not belive me. he said I was acting crazy again. that he would take a back to the hospital if this happened again. I was confused, I did not know how to convince daddy that I had seen the deer. I could not speak or tell him of the noises I heard rustling in the forest and ditch. but the noise listened and it heard the noise that I did not make. the bushes rustled, there was a familiarity that grew closer. daddy pulled me behind him. it's antlers were larger than I had remembered. I wonder what it's eyes spoke to my fathers when it stared back. it might have been his last wishes. my father didn't have time to pull out his gun, there was no reason to anyway. the deer turned and went into a clearing, it wanted to rest before it had the energy to die.

my father told me to cover my ears. that he would finish the deer as it must have been in great pain. but things had other plans. I wonder if dad felt the same fear boiling his skin as I felt in mine. I wonder if his heart and throat became one beating mass as mine did. I wonder why it bothered to tell us it was here. my daddy must have felt what I had. he had his gun pointed at the night, but it was all around us. it's stench felt like a hug. I think it was being so loud on purpose. its whispering and growls a mockery to our ideas of control. as it tried to get closer, we moved farther back, until we could move no farther or we would fall apon the deer. but it never came closer. never as long as the deer breathed and we stayed by it. we coward by the deers side, until the night became restless and left us alone.

when we thought it had gone and must have been far off we left the deers side. and it seemed to die as soon as we stood. a final apology. my fathers gun was drawn as we walked back to the tent and the light around us had begun to fade. we hid in the tent. and the night returned it was growling louder, it was mocking us that we had thought it was not always watching. it whispered to us things we could understand but could not know. we knew we would did and it drove us mad. we ran from the tent as the beast chased us, seperating itself from the night. daddy shot at it, it screamed. we ran. we ran till we saw what could have been a porch light or heaven. we did not care which it turned out to be.

the cabin was two stories, with stairs climbing to a large porch on the second. we ran up the stairs and locked all the doors and closed all the curtains when we came in. but the beast did not return. we could only hear it's screams. the clocks were broken and for a moment I knew this was a dream. but the tapping on the door lead me deeper. we looked through the curtains to see a demon. she called to daddy. she whispered she could help. that she could save both him and I. he opened the door and let her in. she carried a book. she told him that if he translated the book for her, she could stop the beast from ending our lives. dad did not trust her, we argued about what was right to do. he told me I did not know what was best for me. and he shook her hand agreeing to the deal, and the father became only a man as the spirt of God left his soul. me and daddy went back into the home and as he translated the book, i wept.

this action did not go unoticed. and no longer then 30 minutes must have gone by when upon the porch we heard 3 great thuds. my dad went out with his gun and there crumbled lay 2 fawns and there mother and as I came out to become apart of its audience, the beast hiding by the stairs, reached out and pulled the mother into darkness. dad prayed but the words burnt his tounge and caused him to vomit. he asked me to pray instead. and as I went to ask God for help I woke up.

It’s not too late to turn back

[bigbigtruck]

tried to recreate this meme i saw in a dream last night

[official-penis-posts]

when i was a young boy (13-ish) i had a nightmare where i was riding a unicycle while juggling hairy testicles like they were rubber balls

Someone has to have an OnlyFans like this

[nr1sealuvr]

Ive only had 3 danganronpa Dreams. This was my first one.

So basically it was an au where drv3 was a show like pregame and shit and my grandpa was a hugeee fan and they released merch. Noodles.

SO UH BASICALLY. The cup had the characters face and then the noodles were their hair colour so you could...eat their hair !

But they were limited edition and the only way you could get them was from an ebay resseler. One cup was 5$, but it also comes open and half eaten...so ofc my grandpa ordered 4 AND FOR SOME REASON THE KOKICHI ONES WERE GREEN?!?! and they were, jnfact, half eaten and cold.

[boozois]

the lurker

[felixcloud6288]

Do you ever have a sequence of dreams where the events in one get brought up in the later ones?

Last night, I dreamt I was a custodian at an Office Max and the store owner decided to make me the new owner so they could scapegoat me over some bad decisions they'd made.

I then had several completely unrelated dreams like I adopted a balloon animal that was from an abusive household, and an ant colony all got turned into chickens and one of them had to wear a Santa hat to identify itself as the queen. And every time I started questioning why these things were happening, the answer that came back to me was "This is just what owning an Office Max is like."

[gizlisevgili]

Anlar ve simgeler.

In the times of great chaos, I shall find my peace.

[fairytaleprincessart]

[demolitionw0man]

Had a dream last night where Mikey walked up to Gerard onstage and whispered something into his ear. Suddenly, Gerard motions to someone off stage, and the band is then bathed in pink lighting, and a very familiar piano intro plays over the speakers.

GERARD STARTED SINGING PINK PONY CLUB.

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

The Last Showgirl (Gia Coppola, 2024)