#dreamword

[thenamessparkplug]

oooo secret wip!!

(this is in fact for the spotify game i just thought id get extra silly with this one:33)

still got a long ways to go on this one but its safe to say my animation skills are in fact improving

(youll never figure out what theyre saying>:3)

yikes yeah def gonna tone down liz's hair movement that is wack

did not give my girl enough frames

also sorry if ive been like gone a lot recently, got a good ol case of christmas season depression (more depresso than usual that is) so uh motivation has been a solid zero for the past little bit

im alr though dwdw

[fabidice]

[canceledinterest]

(18+, gore, semi-grimdark)

What if Madotsuki got near death experience after drowning?

I came across this manga/comic on pixiv. It was drawn and published by a user under the nickname "granted shark".

I know the girl here may not be Madotsuki from YumeNikki that we love, know and appreciate, but she looks a lot like her. Her braids, her closed eyes..... Also the lifeguards here look like characters from Dreamword, like Poniko, Shitai-san, etc... Maybe the granted shark is a fan of YumeNikki? Maybe this is how the granted shark interprets Madotsuki's backstory: her clinical death and NDE were the catalyst for creating her trauma and, by extension, her Dreamword... What do you think about that?

[portpebble]

Intrigued and mystified by whatever the fuck this guy is trying to say to me.

[Image ID: a conversation in the youtube comment section between op and youtube user @/DonesdeMotivacion.

DonesdeMotivacion: "Disney, Evil Traditionals / Dreamwords, No, Evil WOKE mob"

portpebble: "Ah, yes, Disney, historically very left-leaning company??? (not). bro is onto nothing but its okay keep trying"

DonesdeMotivacion: "it is now... BTW, Nice Rafael picture. Now they call him Ralph not Rafael"

End ID.]

[drianes]

Funny Crime Trend- DREAMWORD CRIME’S. One of them is innocent, which one? questions questions.

[copperbadge]

Dreamword: enthecophaeus: cophaeus : alternate nomenclature for an Andean highlands frog, eg cophaeus cope 1889. (animalia chordata amphibia anura telmatobiidae) genus: Telmatobiidae Wiegmann 1834 aka Cophaeus Cope 1889. En the Cophaeus = in the frog. 🐸

I also found a butterfly with the scientific name Phaeus, so perhaps it's "between butterfly and frog" :D

[askwtdw]

Sarah your my favorite:D

Sara* Thanks! Although I'm not sure how I could be your favorite as Dreamword hardly uses this tumblr but thank you! Much gratitude!

-Sara, Dreamworlds Founder

[amarigposes]

Cute posing in a cute dress in a cute dreamword!

[bonsoirami]

Always thinking about Elliot saying his dad was his only friend and Kendall saying he doesn't know what he'd be for if his dad didn't need him 😞

Right?! The parallels between the two make me insane. 

It's the way both Edward and Logan make sure their sons can only rely on them. Like, the whole golden cage deal, "I'll be the only person really there for you, so even if I do something bad to you I'm still the only person you can trust". 

Edward makes Elliot think he trusts him by telling him about his leukemia, he makes El feel loved so that El forgives all the other awful things he does to him (except it doesn’t work like this, of course). And it’s the same with Logan - the way he treats Kendall, and at the same time dangling the possibility of Kendall being his number one boy…

So yeah, it fucks our boys up. Despite the abuse, they can’t let go of their fathers (i mean, Elliot dreamword? He could just have erased his father like he did with Darlene, and yet he chose to keep the nice version of him). I’m devastated, distressed, horrified

[wolpatinga]

avant le gris, le monde

yea no one's gonna see this or ask about it so i can basically put whatever here

these are all sourced from my own friend/family photos. all the people who've abandoned me. who i've abandoned. and so on. i'm a piece of shit, i know

i miss people. i miss myself. no one in those photos still talks to me except me. not even Heart talks to me anymore. Mind came and went, but it's been painfully empty up here with the new meds. and when they come back, they come back screaming in the twilight and the dawn, begging not to be suppressed. begging not to die

and so i built for them a little game. a war, if you will. a labrynth maze for these would-be murderers to go about their business until i right their wrongs. one way or another i'll right my wrongs

heart is mister moon here because his eyes are moons. mind, a dragon, sunbathes often, hence he's mister sun. these names predate my invention and intervention, but fit well. and soul, soul... mind sees him as the stars, as a distant version of himself, bright all the same. heart, likewise, sees him as made of the same things, but a domineering twin, a lover too long gone. both are right, or will be right, in time

i set a boundary in my mind. heart and mind can duke it out, supervised by my younger self, my soul, and outside is my domain. that beach is my dominion, and here i come in times of crisis. here i lay down my burdens. see them there, when i vivisected them and left them behind on that beach. see how joyful they were, before they realized my plan

memory loss is the next step. without real time, their connections to me faded, their connections to reality faded. heart remained tethered, somehow, but mind completely fell, and soul i have to wipe on every loop. it pains me to douse him in lethian waters, but he's too powerful otherwise

i do have a failsafe, should they learn the truth, one that will occupy them until i can reset them again. there in that crude facsimile of reality, i am LORD. not soul, certainly not mind, but myself

years ago, there was myself. and then there was heart. and the two of us were... good. all was good. i mean, it was shit, and people fucking hated us, and we wanted to die, but heart was good to me. and so i put us on that mental beach, a place to relax the mind, and ensnare the senses. ages 8-13

mind came after. there was the things i were, and the things i needed to be, and he kept heart in check. kept my tongue still. kept me away from others and got things done. and i respect that. he was never so much a friend of mine than a tool, but he and heart had... a connection. i stayed out of it, and still do. ages 13-17

soul came with the big T dreamword. the one i won't say. he's stuck there, he's still that kid i failed, and am still failing. i left him with heart and mind, in my head, to keep things simple. and i built the house for them, and gave them a small arena to play in. i didn't tell them for it to be a war, just that when they were done, to go back into stasis. or rather, i only told them to find a resolution, the stasis was compulsory. and there they play, in that endless loop. it was never about 'finding who was right for me', it was about keeping them silent

[tunesakunatsu]

Dream journal - the one with the restaurant

I think I will try to write down my dreams for myself to reference back to them whenever I need. There is a weird continuation sometimes places, plots referred back to inside the dreams and I wanna remember them if it's possible, not just inside those dreams.

So I had a nap today, because depression wanted me to have a nice little nap.

I've been back in my home city, I wanted to try out a new asian restaurant that opened in the area of my old high school. I've felt uneasy because of all the memories from back there. Broken friendships, broken loves that sort of things.

My ex bff still lives there and to be fair I still have anxiety whenever I visit my parents. It was like that in the dream, too. I had that anxiety, I tried to use a roundabout way but somehow I was back to the tram stop there.

Then I've heard some very familiar voice. Then another one - she was there, my exbestie with some other friends of her (including ɐuᴉH - her voice was what caught my ear in the first place). I could instantly spot them, they were talking about something.

My heart dropped and I tried to hide besides some other people, trying to blend in. They were between the two direction and I was praying them to go to the other one, but no luck, they were going where I was going.

I was trying to hop to the tram is fast as I could. They were in the same cart as me and I was hiding behind some big men to not be seen. There were a moment when I thought that she has seen me... But if it was true she wasn't reacting at all.

Fortunately the next stop was mine, so I hopped down from the tram and started walking really fast to the other side to catch the other tram - that stop is very special in that regard it has some upgrades in my dreamword: it has metal sheet railing on the side for some reason which is not there irl. The funny thing is it's not the best neighbourhood so it has a big dent in it lol. Anyways this railing was there before in my other dreams, too, albeit with less damage and less graffiti.

To catch the tram I had to cross two streets - but there is a bus, too, going to the same direction and you only have to cross for one to board it. I was so anxious that I didn't check for the bus (it can be seen in time to know which side of the street do you want to be), but it was the faster vehicle. It was a lucky thing, tho - my exbestie's group got off from the first tram and they boarded the bus. To the same direction that I was going.

I had that feeling they were going to the same restaurant that I am (the restaurant btw doesn't exist irl - not yet that is, lol), but what are the odds? So I got on the tram and tried to manifest it's not happening.

I had a closer look on the group, tho - there were some old friends of her there and a boy - a boy who was in my other dreams and we were lovers in some of them, wtf. In this dream he was my high school ex. The funny thing is I've never met him irl, he is not real or if he is real I've never seen him. But he was there, I can clearly remember his face. Nice one brain.

Anyways there were no other problems with the trip, I was deep in my thoughts and just stared out the window and watched the city. I have some recurring places in my dreams - there is an old train station which doesn't have any train rails near for at least 100 years and functioning as a museum as of now; there is a huge underground metro station with different metro lines and some of their stops; a stop what leads to a huge ass plaza's underground entrance, I have multiple shops that were there in countless dreams with the same placement and staff (!); and there is a bus station up in the city's hilly part and one particular busline's stops with neighbourhoods and whatnot. There is even a metro stop that is one of the afore mentioned busline's stop, too and has a playground, too. None of this is real, they are not in the real world, but I can describe them as vividly as any real places. Because I was there. I was there in my dreams, all of these places that could be real ones. They are not weird in any capacity... They are like normal places in the city and that's what throws me off anytime when I got up.

So I was staring from the tram and the city was mostly as it is irl, but it had some dream addons. You see those places that I listed are the most common dream ones there I was before multiple times. But the neighbourhood that I was heading had some parts that I've always forget after waking up... But they are this weird dream canon's part, and I could remember in my dreams that I had previous dreams there before. And waking up from this nap I can remember some still. But I wasn't here much in my dreams before so all is very hazy... Anyways I think I can add this neighbourhood to my list of recurring places, too lol.

Sorry for the weird tangent. I've arrived to the restaurant, but it was full. They offered me that they'll ask around, if I can sit one of the not full tables... I was hesitant, but the waiter left me and tried to find me an empty seat. It was very embarrassing not gonna lie. And it became worse - the waiter then hastily took me to the table of my exbesties group. They looked very surprised by me, my exbesties face was especially confused and full of pain. Her expression was my breaking point.

I couldn't control my anxiety anymore and started running. Out of the building, out of the neighbourhood. I was headed to the big park (which isn't that big irl, and it is next to the tram-bus stop where I watched the group getting on the bus). I had a hideout there in the middle of a group of statues in the dreamworld (nor the hideout nor the statues aren't real lol).

I was crying for who knows how long uncontrollably, when I've heard my nickname (Tune) - it was the boy. He remembered the spot and was the first place he wanted to search. I was surprised by him and I could snap out of the crying loop. He tried to calm me down and said something along the lines of 'it's so nice to see you again' and 'of course he could never forget anything about me including this hideout'. I was confused an baffled why he is saying me several sweet things. He has said some deep cutting things that were absolutely positive and I couldn't handle it. That's when I woke up. I can't remember his words, but it still makes me feel very... uncomfortable.

And now my brain jumping between the face of my exbestie when she saw me, the boy's word that I can't recall and the fact that my dreamworld is so surreal with the recurring places and a never existed male lover.

[wonderland--of-madness]

Im also working on some welcome to dreamworld fanart, in case your unfamilar welcome to dreamword is a awesome series that can be found on youtube that includes animatronics, henious crimes and supernatural elements.

I am terrrible at explaining things but either way i really reccomend that you check it out as the designs are awesome, the art is amazing, the plot is very intruging and the voice acting is superb

Trust me when i say if i had any money id buy some of the merch lol

[fabidice]

[minim]

Dreamwords

[fasttrash]

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[jasonhansonart]

The soul screams to be heard, to be larger than life. See me, hear me, it cries out. . Enamel on panel 11 x 5 foot #abstractpainting #deamons #art #kunst #dreamword #soul #bigart #jasonhansonart (at 2222 Art Gallery and Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMFbLihn5od/?igshid=m6ioixzz14xe