#i have weird fuckin dreams
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Woke up, did my gel, fell asleep again, had a dream about doing my gel and making doctor's phonecalls from bed while there was a neon sign flashing through my bedroom window (there isn't, and I remember thinking I have to remember exactly what that says, and now I've forgotten it), and then kissing someone goodbye and being incredibly late to work because of it
Oh and another dream in which there was supposed to be a system of seven planets, but the people who were supposed to sustain them all correctly had been put in stasis, and woke up to chaos and destruction, and had to fix all that, restore the planets to their rightful places and forms - one had been exploded, and one was halfway gone, the remains serving as a smugglers' city, so that was. A tricky job? Um.
And then I woke up again and so nearly did my gel again lmao but remembered in time I already did it - and now I'm well I'm not late to work, because there's no one here to kiss goodbye aha, but I have got ten minutes to be out the door, augh Mondays are the worst
#I have weird fuckin dreams#ugh retail i have not missed you#your daily reminder that my username is ten years old and I am not asexual lmao im just really anxious aha
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Congratulations! You aged.
🎉🎂🎉
#my art#horror#y2k#computer horror#cursed computer#horror art#creepypasta#In fuckin. Celebration. I guess???#For the record: it's the big THREE ZERO#and this is your annual reminder that I am old enough to know better#I have a lot of mixed feelings in general at the moment so.#Song is “The End” by Neil Cicierega#feel like the combination of a peppy beat and the absolute harrowing of Linkin Park's lyrics#coming from another room#while you're locked inside yours in the dark and isolated#is the best way I can describe how I feel rn its like#Not feeling great but I'm hopefull. I want to be hopefull. But I'm not feeling great.#ASIDE FROM ALL THAT#Ive been having fun with weird media stuff lately this feels like a REAL throwback to when I was 20#like I'm making stuff now I could only dream of#younger Shy'd lose her shit over this
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Hey did I ever tell y'all about the time I dreamed that I had a baby daughter called Ellie that began with my finding out I was pregnant and ended on like her third birthday?
I legitimately woke up thinking "I should go check on Ellie" and then realised she was never real and when I tell you I SOBBED. I've been haunted by an implacable sense of loss ever since. Did I travel to another dimension? Wtf happened because that was insane.
#I'm not even joking when I say it felt REAL#I have this baby doll (it was my mum's when she was a kid and I have it now) that sometimes I just hold and it makes me feel better???#Did I astral project into another life?????#Was it just a really fucking intense fever dream??????#For the record I was like fifteen I have never even done the do let alone had a pregnancy scare#But yeah my little Ellie#And she never fuckin existed#I woke up halfway through planning her birthday party like baking a cake or sm and I was thinking#“I'll give her the little green cardigan I knitted”#Woke up to a silent house and was like “she's never usually quiet this time in the morning”#Then realised what had happened and started CRYING#idk man it's insane#From a psychological point of view it's fascinating but I've tried and tried to analyse the dream and?????#I always come up with something different???? I can't pinpoint the actual cause and effect of the whole thing?????#Madness honestly#And it was just a normal day too nothing weird had happened it wasn't a coma and I wasn't knocked out it was just a Dream#A very very real one#For the record I don't think Ellie had a father#I think it was just an immaculate conception that nobody ever questioned#Might have been IVF now I think about it#That would make more sense#dream#weird dreams#Ig I should add a grief trigger warning???#tw grief#one time i dreamt#Very confused and it's been like two years so wtf yeah that was... Intense#The most dream of all time#Maybe I'm just fucking insane lol but yeah
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call me an idiot but i do not get what grand purpose the corinthian serves as a nightmare like. what deep fear does he illustrate? does humanity need reminding that hot men may carve out your eyes and eat them?
#dgmr i love him as a character#but i think he's a much better illustration of the fact that sometimes dreams are just fuckin weird#id honestly respect the storytelling more if 'you were my masterpiece' was just because dream thought he was neat#but the whole 'the world doesn't need another corinthian yet' implies that it ever did or would#much better if dream just came to his nightmare beach one day like#what if there was a guy with mouths where he should have eyes. and he ate regular eyes#would that be fucked up or what#and then did it bc he's the nightmare king and he can do what he wants#the sandman#netflix sandman
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Aaand 28-32 😁 ✨
ABSOLUTELY
28. do you collect anything?
yes several things! perfume bottles, vintage erotica, weird things in resin, matryoshki, these very specific boxes made out of birchbark, postcards (joint collection between me and the gf), and any items that are uniquely hideous. someday i’ll post a picture of the Jesus plate which is one of the best things i own
29. what do you do when you’re sad?
depends on the type of sad! a lot of times i cry or watch something that will make me cry. i also sing, scream, or sing-scream in my car. sometimes i just start vomiting. to cope i write.
30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy?
I was just talking with my sister about this but that one Xmas episode of the great British baking show with the Derry girls cast. probably one of the funniest things i’ve ever seen
31. are you messy or organized?
quite messy but i’m picky about cleanliness
32. how many tabs do you have open right now?
my phone browser has the infinity symbol rn LMAOOO
questions
#ask and you shall receive#shatterthefragments#the infinity symbol…my gd#also i have quite the saga about weird things in resin. tldr. i was writing about ten years ago and was like man what’s the most perfect#gift you could ever possibly get for someone. and came to the conclusion that it would be a rainbow beetle in resin (??? idk) and I have#DREAMED ABOUT THIS. HAD A LITERAL DREAM. and then in February i was visiting my sister and found a fuckin beetle in resin at an insane#vintage mall and was like BROOOO
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the potential of politics on the qsmp
(aka why I think it's a bad fucking idea)
I haven't actually seen the clips yet, but quackity allegedly mentioned that he's been thinking of doing some kind of politician election arc on the qsmp, and I thought I'd toss in my two cents about the idea.
it's bad, and I'm not saying this because I was a dsmp watcher who didn't enjoy the dsmp's take on it or anything. dsmp did it as well as dsmp honestly could've— it entertained the players, and it entertained the viewers, and it created some truly iconic shit that'll be remembered for years and years to come.
from what has been established about the qsmp already, however, I simply cannot see where the fuck you'd add politics into the mixing pot.
the qsmp story as we know it is this: there's a fucked up island, supposedly some kind of Bermuda Triangle dupe, and after the first batch of people came here willingly, told it was a vacation resort, more began to show up in horrific accidents. there's a weird duck who's supposedly the spokesperson of the federation, there's a fucked up white bear blowing bubbles and revving chainsaws, and there's literally glitches in reality itself roaming the islands. there's eggs— children, they're children, that have been given to the smp members to take care of. there's a school for the children to learn, and they graduated recently, and they've been dying quite a lot lately. there's a group of people trying to uncover everything wrong with the island, wondering why they can't leave and why people keep disappearing.
qsmp is a paranormal, psychological mystery with a side of comedic gay sex.
in comparison, a political plotline just sounds fucking boring, doesn't it?
frankly, I think the players and viewers would both MUCH rather see the secrets of the island unraveled, watch terrible, impossible shit unfold before their very eyes, than watch a few parties squabble amongst each other to see who gets to rule whatever nation they decide to make.
the island already has its rulers, fucked up as they may be. the census bureau, the federation, whatever. aren't they their own form of government? why the fuck are we making a government at a vacation resort?
idfk yall. just doesn't make much sense to me, especially when they already have so much stuff to work with here
#qsmp#qsmp eggs#qsmp global#qsmp french#qsmp quackity#idk man#I just think it'd be really fuckin uninteresting in comparison to everything else we've seen so far#and hard to impliment#like would the federation just send out another weird dream video saying#hey#make political parties#and then vote#and whoever wins gets#I don't fuckin Know#bragging rights?#I don't know!#it's a really really weird direction to take things compared to what we already have#and I'm sure they could pull it off#but I'm confident there's better plot lines#I'm tired lol does this make sense#is this legible
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I NEVER SHARED MY LITTLE GREMLIN GAL HERE.
She is one of Katale's trusted lil lackeys AND has the privilege of being The Lookout. In her words, she's "the receptionist". She sees who goes in and who goes out and she will in fact be just fine in a fight.
She normally just has her hair loose and down around base but if she knows she's going to have to go somewhere and have to be using a little force, she puts her hair up in various ways because she doesn't want to get TOO much blood in her hair. sometimes some falls loose but she tried at least.
Her full name is [redacted] but when she's asked about her name by the mentor who she has developed banter with she says "you can call me Lee!" and they immediately clock it as "so not your actual name". Which it isn't. Lee is simply a way of shortening her name that no one uses but hey "you don't even tell your lil bestie agent your real name. lose that attitude, buddy" and mentor doesn't push further cause fair enough.
#two crime bosses and a very good boy#also the criminal organization has a very red theme in decor and schemes#so rud and kitty constantly have lots of read on since they are In Charge#but lee and others like her just wear splashes of red#like gloves or ties or necklaces or earrings .... just lil splashes of red#she loves being in charge of being the receptionist#so much to the point kitty stopped calling her role anything else#if lee wants to be the receptionist for a crime syndicate then why stand in way ! let her live her weird dreams#mentor looks at her and is like gd what a fuckin npc of a human being wow#and then promptly begins to get used to seeing her there and dull and whatever and then#someone with her hair back is there and the mentor is like woah where the fuck is the usual girl#and shes like wow dude you are an ass lmao its me homie chill out#and they are just baffled at the absolute difference in appearance simply by puttering her hair up#so i casually love their lil friendship that is mostly just sassing each other at the entrance ways to places
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Hm. Holmes-ish dream
Firstly, in like 221b, and I/Holmes was entertaining these two ladies - I don't mean in any sort of sense than hospitality-wise, but it was nighttime with candles instead of gaslights - they had information of a sort that I/Holmes needed to get about one case or another
I can't remember the name that Holmes had given himself, but Watson was "Mr David", cs Holmes called through to him to be quiet cs there's guests (he was washing his hands and going back to bed, I think, it was late at night, and I remember him thinking alright, what's all the fuss about, I'm going now anyway)
The scene changed slightly - a different night, different informants, Mr David in the room this time
These informants actually looked like rats themselves, they had long faces as if they were taken from illustrations/cartoon, and they were servants to a somehow-terrible man
I don't remember all the details, and my dreams I'm often sort of floating like a camera instead of embodying a character, which can make it easier or harder to tell what's going on
I think, the man was American, or relative to Americans, and he was trustee for this very rich American school-boy - or, university-age? He had things with the name of his school about his room, the colour was sorta burgundy and I remember thinking there's a letter missing from that name, that begins with H - not quite connecting that it's because this is a dream, but thinking "how strange, I must remember" - that, and there was an anachronistic little can of energy drink on his desk, also branded for the school
Anyway, the plan was to kill this boy and take his money, the rat-people were telling me/Holmes
And then, scene change, in a lift - the boy, I think, and his friend (me, who has little idea what's going on, along for the ride), and the bank official/lift operator man
This system is like shadowy as hell, and in it you appear to just quote a colour and be taken to the corresponding box, and the lift guy knows everyone who's allowed to go to each box, so it's all kept hush-hush an all
The boy quotes "black", and the lift moves, and I/the character of this friend thinks huh how strange he can just say a colour and the man knows where to go, I wonder what happens if I do that, and I say "red, as well" - the lift man grins, amused, and says "today we'll be seeing black, sir"
Scene change again, and now I'm me, in my room, reading the paper - the articles are strange, and don't make much sense, and I have the feeling I read the above as a serial, instead of experienced it, but now I can't find the page it's on
And I get to the puzzles page. All very strange. The page is faded, like it hasn't printed correctly, and the quick crossword is replaced with a mass of white fabric, and the rest of the page, overtop of the faded puzzles, is an interview with an artist, who says that everyone should "be given"/eat a spoonful of themselves - I remember not even being slightly confused by any of this, apart from how the puzzles aren't there - printed light enough to see that something's there, but not to read it - even, the page next to the puzzles were I holding the paper flat, had a tiny victorian streetlamp sticking up from it, and that was not even worthy of anything more than a distracted "oh how strange"
I woke up just as I was taking a photo of the page/s on my phone - specifically so that @scorndotexe could see, I think, but for @calamitys-child too, because I thought the article would be of interest
I'm not sure that I have any more cannibalism mutuals, but it was you two that I was thinking of in the dream
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my apologies to djmm specifically for giving up in the middle of my second attempt at making a reference chart for an au 😔
#2024#fnaf dream eater au#i cant get monty /exactly/ right but i am kissing him#moon looks weird i still cant get the starved form to look right and ive drawn them fifty fuckin times smh#chica looks good tho hell yeah girlie pop#cockatrice have two brains so the snake head is gonna be carl the cupcake! i love that the cupcake's canon name is carl lmao
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"Hm." The remade Corinthian has stopped, looking at Constantine in the dark as if transfixed. "Your eyes..." [ i just want to see john refuse to examine this any further. but also thinking about these two working together after constantine spent however long getting TORMENTED by the first one is very funny to me ] @nightmarecountry
the shimmering foil film that's crept over the dark center of each bright blue eye vanishes like flash paper when they roll in exasperation, head falling back with a groan so loud and absurdly heartfelt that it could only have been drawn up from some uncharted depth of his soul so choked with revulsion that even the briefest release is enough to drain the system entirely.
' christ on a cocksucking zeppelin, not you too. ' which, HE figures is a clear enough refusal to entertain whatever the christ the nightmare's going on about to get them back on their way; except, the new corinthian doesn't look ready to budge, and like hell is constantine turning an unprotected back on that one.
he drags his feet about it, but oh-so-begrudgingly comes to a stop of his own — several paces off and with his back securely to a wall — balled-tight hands planted pissily on his hips and chin jutting defiantly out of the shadows cast beneath two shrewdly-assessing, lamplight eyes. ' y'know, it's right about now that i'd tell ye to buy me dinner 'fore you start gettin' lost in me vast oceanic gaze, f'i didn't think i'd wind up recognizin' the main course. '
see, originally he sort of thought it would be NEAT, right? to watch dream of the endless cook up a nightmare from scratch ... fuck, what garden-variety mortal busybody ever gets to see something like that in their lifetime?
now, though? with the way these things seem to come right out of the kiln with a lust for eyes? he's starting to pick up an uncomfortably queasy feeling that maybe — just maybe — whatever it is that powers the mysterious maker mechanism of the Dreaming is a process that he ought to be steering a-a-a-all the way clear of. and that just means he has as few fucking answers as to what goes on in the mind of this nightmare as he did before.
still, at least he's not the only one in the dark, now — at least dream'd had the sense to pick all the psychic pieces of the old one out of constantine's brainstem before starting in on the fresh template. it'd be right fucking embarrassing if the new-and-improved multi-mouth could actually feel the brief, sharp spike of panic that their sudden interest speared through the central branch of his limbic system — that just around the edges, like, felt a whole lot fucking similar to that OLD DARK SHARD.
what's already right fucking embarrassing is that he can find it in himself to be really, truly pleased about the blissful silence that's usurped the bad dreams — about the fact that his recycled sidekick stands as testament to the fact that a living thing, creepy bastard or no, was undone and remolded like it had never earned the right to exist in the first place. like the only proper punishment for strolling off of dream's assembly line was to pulp the fucking thing with hammers. right fucking embarrassing, because constantine knows all this, now, and he is ACTUALLY inclined to just let that slide.
those shiny moonstone pupils blink out again as he pinches the bridge of his nose, blowing air out in a half-growl. ( and, only because they're still stood round in the dark and he thinks he won't be seen, his fingertips ghost out to press down gently against each closed eyelid; verifying, just in case. ) only a minute ago, he'd felt just like himself — just how he'd been all those years ago, when dream first turned up at HIS DOOR for help. just proud enough and curious enough that fear and trepidation could take a backseat to the journey new at hand.
now, though, he's starting to feel more like rachel: convalescing aimlessly in the blissfully ignorant bubble of her bedroom, starving herself on grains of blind idealism while the slime of collateral damage coagulates just outside the door. and this time, dream's not the one walking with him.
' ... hhhh fuck. i'm settin' a new ground rule, alright? you start goin' ga-ga about my sodding eyes, sunshine, and i call up bloody lord build-a-beast to fix me up a new sniffer dog. we understand each other? ' christ, that feels low. ' ... or i get in a free punch, somethin' like that. quit bloody starin'. '
#nightmarecountry#so i started having fuckin FEELINGS about what john would think of dream just. Mulching one of his creations#and realized that he would actually feel kinda fucking BAD for corinth 1 by the end of things#and then the point that there is Something Weird About His Eyes just went.....WHOOSH past his head#anyway this ask made for the FUNNIEST image in my head SHDJK#john: oh my GOD why are these motherfuckers just OBSESSED with my EYES!!!!!#also john: flashing his demonically installed high beams around like a living lighthouse beacon#( V. ) STEPS FROM THE SHADOWS. ( i. )#( answered. ) THIS IS JOHN CONSTANTINE. FUCK OFF.
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Good morning rake gang i had a real weird dream and it involved rake!
#tpost#and hats mills#but the main thing that weirded me out was like some weird god-like entity that got free and turned the world into some weird mess and filth#and just altered the world physically and also idk mentally? idk if that makes sense#this all happened thru a course of apparently 200 years- there was some weird gross smelling covered window and i guess#it was some weird portal? to a future alternate timeline or something#the entity could talk too sounded like a funny old man- kept talking about the greatness of persistence and never giving up#rake was there and apparently the entity put them in a coma something about immortality and immortal beings#wasnt sure why i was dreamin bout hats Mills but then like the dream cut to an awake rake in some pitch black void with a very thin layer of#water beneath their feet- rake was just chilling but i guess mills got into the void? mental void? and just said hey 👋 and rake got very#very happy and hugged him tightly and#told him it’s been decades since they saw him and that they don’t know what happened#and then rake started to cry and it was gross bc it got on mills jacket and it was VERY awkward#anyways this was all crazy as fuck because it started out as me wanting to hunt down a cat because it stoll my solidsnake figure (WHICH#I DONT EVEN HAVE IRL SO???)#STOLE* lol ignore all spelling mistakes#but yeah that weird god like eccentric(?) entity that took over the world and#nonchalantly did whatever the fuck it wanted to anybody was fuckin crazy- it wasn’t SUPER HUGE but obviously Extremely large-#the size of like a small building- but they were also just spread EVERYwhere#above and below the ground- and there were flies EVERYwhere too ! weird lookin flies with weird small hands#kinda irritated me because i could hear them buzzing and talking (?) constantlty#and they just COVERED one random dude that got too close to like the god entity#dude just fuckin vanished i think they like ate EVERYTHING lol#should state hats mills didnt come from thay world? they went thru the gross portal thing like me(? i think i was me? or perhaps i was#someone else? idk with my dreams im always changing)#edit: i should add a fee more things id thay in that weird filth world full of like the flesh of a weird ‘god’ is that it was ALWAYS humid#shit was HUMID!!!!
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ngl the best sleep I've had recently was when I was put under for surgery and I can't say I wasn't craving sleep like that last night
#it was so nice#i was out in a matter of seconds and felt rested when i woke up#i was also in pain but...yanno#i even dreamed too!#it was a fuckin weird one but id rather instasleep and have weird dreams than be stuck with my awake thoughts
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Brain: Hey you want a dream with Father Paul?
Me: Hell yeah! So what is like you know 😏
Brain: Nope not at all! You and Father Paul are exorcists and fight monsters with certain supernatural abilities! So here’s a school setting filled with random ass kids and people and here’s some monsters go at it
Me: … what?
Brain: And there’s a part where there’s a possessed object so you both go into the classroom and tell all the kids to get back and take it outside to burn it. Then one of the parents - who get this is a childhood friend of yours in this scenario - gets upset with you guys for traumatizing his kid but because you’re such great friends he pulls you aside and jokingly says ‘are you getting back at me because I took your third grade crush *insert generic female name*?’
Me: I’m sorry what?
Brain: And you understand he’s trying to lighten the mood and apologize in a way so you smile and fire back ‘I was already on Tommy Hill at that point’
Me: Who the fuck - what -
Brain: Oh! I almost forgot you and father Paul have matching outfits too! It’s the father Paul staple look - black button up with a clergy collar and a nice cardigan! So cute!
Me: …
Brain: Isn’t this great!!!
#I’m literally not making this shit up#… well#I guess I technically did#my brain is fuckin wild#my dreams are always so fucking weird#god I’ve been awake for hours and I cannot stop thinking about this#I really should have a dream journal#I did but I got lazy#and I could never describe the utter insanity I experience every night#plus I feel like I’m always semi lucid in dream#like I know it’s off the wall shit#yet I stay buckled for the ride
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just remembered a dream i had...
i was smoking and i kinda enjoyed it. lmao
#nope. dont give in.#i have had dreams like this multiple times and every time it gives me the urge to try#ive never smoked in my life. never going to#not worth it#not worth it when the 'cheapest' ciggies are ... 33 dollars i cant remember now they keep fuckin changing#and the health issues... and the smell#it was a weird dream but i was having fun i guess?#dream log
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Dream where I worked in a little corner shop (it was really lovely and now I'm sad I have to go to my actual work now) and then on my walk home an abandoned tower block caught fire
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sorry for reblogging leonid pasternak nearly 40 times in a row. it will probably happen again.
#you guys have no fucking idea what im dealing with right now. there's a dream sequence there's a popovich reference there's a fuckin#there's just a lot going on. and i have to figure out how it all makes sense#and i need to commit to a backstory need to get over my fear of it being Weird need to write a poem. etc etc etc etc etc
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