#a dream in a dream

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𝔑𝔦𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔞𝔰 𝔅𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔬

𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝙽𝚈 🇺🇸

𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜

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𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ’𝔪 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔢

𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶?

ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶?

(𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔯)

ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

(𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔯)

ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ’𝔪 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔢

𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔢, 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔢, 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔢, 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔢

𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔢, 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔢, 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔢, 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔢

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱-𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔑𝔢𝔢𝔡

𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔑𝔢𝔢𝔡

𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔑𝔢𝔢𝔡

𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶

ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔑𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔗𝔦𝔤𝔞

[yuyuonabeat]

A dream in a dream? It’s giving Deja Vu.

My Yunho brainrot is so strong I just had a dream about him and it was rather interesting.

Like we were a couple and the dream started with us in a car crash. I looked to my left and he was unconscious and with a big wound on his forehead from the crash.

He was bleeding all over. He was dead.

Then suddenly we were at his funeral (I fucking hate when I do time skips in my dreams).

Grief consumed me completely. And I had thought of two options in order to be with my love again.

Either commit suicide or find a spiritual way I could contact Yunho since he was now in the spirit world.

I knew he could hear me, I know he could see me. I knew he was as sad as I was.

In the dream, Yunho appeared as a blue faint fog. Like a spirit. He was standing beside his tombstone. Crying and shaking.

He couldn’t believe he was gone. And that he had lost me. I had lost him. But not entirely, because I could feel his presence, his aura. I knew he was around.

So I started calling out to him. I needed his opinion. I needed to see him. I needed him. At least one more time before he walked into the light and disappeared forever.

I moved closer to his tombstone where I could sense his presence strong and potent.

“Yunho? L-love?” I called to him.

Which was answered by a chill running through my hand left wrist and up my arm. Was he…. perhaps touching me? He was here indeed. And that triggered me to start crying.

I then felt the same chilly cold touch on my cheeks, as if he was wiping my tears away (I also hate how a lot of the stuff in my dreams I can actually feel while I’m dreaming, like remembering it I can feel his touch).

I tried to contain myself. I cleared my throat. Then I spoke up.

“Yunho, im so sorry….. you didn’t deserve this. You don’t deserve this. But….. I need to know.”

I took a deep breath and looked up as if trying to imagine I’m looking into his eyes.

“I want to be with you again. But I don’t know how. Is death, suicide the only way?”

I then felt the chilly cold touch on my shoulder.

How was he going to answer me? I needed to ask yes or no questions and ask him to throw something like a rock if the answer was yes.

I proceeded to ask so and he didn’t throw the rock. Which meant no? I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to be with him so badly. He was my world. My life was so numb and colorless without him.

I would succumb to the claws of death itself if it meant I could be with my love.

I told him what I wanted. I felt him shake me by my shoulders.

Perhaps he didn’t want me to sacrifice myself for our love. For our reunion. But I had nothing to loose.

Life was sad and lonely anyways, I thought.

We ended up agreeing to it somehow. A lot of begging on my part. We thought of ways to end my life without making it so painful. Another car crash? We didn’t have another car. Perhaps jumping off a building, it needed to be super high. A lot of people that jumped only ended severely injured. So we scratched that.

Then we thought about the method most victims use. Self harm. Perhaps a slash wound to my neck, the jugular vein? A big slash on my thigh? The veins there are sensitive and you loose a lot of blood rapidly.

Or simply just twisting my own neck and falling unconscious to the ground. That was fast, not painful at all. A quick blow and I was gone.

So we agreed on the ladder.

And then everything went black, until lights started to cloud my vision. I could see again. Then two feet before me, long legs, that beautiful slender form. Then those beautiful brown eyes that always made me weak. Yunho.

We hugged and kissed. It felt so good, lively. Even if we were dead now. We were now with each other again. For eternity.

Ehhhhhh. Yeah I tried my best to remember the dream. Most of it feels like a fog. I woke up crying, is all I will say.

Anyways. I thought maybe, if somebody could write a story of this, please do. I woke up from that dream so empty and sad. Like a piece of me was missing.

And I guess I just want the emotion to be put into words.

A lot of my dreams are of similar topics and emotions. They all feel lively, like I’m actually there. But this one took a part of me. This one left me feeling numb.

Also I apologize for any grammatical errors, I’m quite tired and not in the mood for proof reading.

[reborninmylimbo]

After waking up from another dream, Limbo-Jun is entering Katy Perry's Teenage Dream 🩵🩷

[draconym]

Not a big fan of what melatonin has been doing to my dreams lately.

[beardedmrbean]

Eight-year-old Max Alexander holds the world record as the youngest runway fashion designer. He began designing at the age of four.

[sadclowncentral]

i had a dream that time travel was invented and too many people choose to travel back in time to save the titanic from sinking (the question of whether unsinking of the titanic deserved so much attention in the face of human history was the subject of both heavy academic and online discourse), which caused a rift in the space-time-continuum that led to the titanic showing up indiscriminately all over the world’s oceans and sea in various states of sinking.

this caused a lot of issues both in terms of fixing said space-time-continuum and in terms of nautical navigation, and after a long and heavy battle in the international maritime organization it was decided that the bureaucratic burden of dealing with this was to be upon Ireland, much to their dismay. the Irish Government then released an app for all sailors and seafarers so they could report titanic sightings during their journeys, even though they heavily dissuaded you from reporting them given the paperwork it caused.

anyway i woke up with a clear image of the app in my head and needed to recreate it for all of you:

[miyoriia]

if i answer wrong theyll fucking kill me

[caats]

A Family portrait during the Spanish Flu, 1918 ♡

[passedaway44]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[scionsthings]

Rewatching Arcane

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𝚁𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚡

Träumen von einer besseren Welt

Die Angst verschwindet in der Gegenwart

Meine Hände zittern, deine Hände zittern

Du atmest tief

Renn so schnell du kannst, verlasse deine Träume

Diese Träume bezwingen dich, zwingen dich auf den Boden

Dreaming of a better world

The fear disappears in the present

My hands are shaking, your hands are shaking

You breathe deeply

Run as fast as you can, leave your dreams

These dreams conquer you, force you to the ground

𝒟𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝓎 𝒟𝒾𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓀𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 😭

@decemberthenemesis @bixlasagna @invincible-selfxmade-punk @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut @bigbonzo

[bob-artist]

I had an upsetting dream last night.

[daisyofwaterdeep]

had a dream I went to a hozier concert and mr. hozier stopped singing and pointed to me in the crowd and asked me to go get him some extra crispy tofu and a blueberry shake for after the show and then the crowd passed his debit card to me and when I got it I could see his real legal name was Horace Bob-omb

[draconym]

My dreams haven't really been subtle lately.