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7.10.25

I remember seeing random images of a desert (have you seen the intro from
No country for old men? It was something like that).
And there was music in my head, it was a beautiful guittar melody, it was intense.
I liked it, but I can't remember how it sounded in its entirity. I do remember
the end, when the song turned sadder, more paused.
Then, in the last image of the desert I could see a guy's face overlaped the canyons.
He was young and his eyes were blue and very big,
he began to fade, but his eyes were the only thing that remained over the canyons.

7.6.25

I don't remember exactly how things escalated or occurred, but I was a blonde prom queen
in the 90s, the american teenage dream type of girl and I remember receiving the crown
and everyone was cheering, and I was so happy. And out of nowhere I killed myself
in front of everyone. Everything went black.

7.4.25

I dreamed that I was a man and I was trapped in some kind of shitty apartment complex.
I remember being disgusted by the lack of cleaning of the floor. I don't know how,
but then I remember being guided to a big, barroque room that had a guillotine.
It was my execution and my executioner was a fat friar. I kneeled and
the friar told me "Wait, I forgot something. Don't you dare escape".
Of course I escaped. I wasn't scared at all, is just that I thought it was unfair
and I didn't want anyone to go trough the same. It was unfair. So I ran and I called the cops.
I was free and nobody was following me.

7.3.25

I had one of those stress dreams, where you dream that you got a bad grade in a test
that's really important to you and you don't know the grade yet.
I also remember Chino Moreno, but I don't recall the context.

6.16.25

Finally, I dreamed with him again, I saw him again.
I remember seeing a photo where he appeared in the background
(it was like the photo was about another person, but he was coincidentally
in the background). He had short hair, like ears lenght, but he was as pale as always
and he was wearing a turquoise flannel and like a yellow t-shirt. It was like if I was transported
to the moment of the picture. It was in some big park where a fair was taking place,
he was sitting behind a stand and he recognized me from afar.
I don't know why, but when he started to walk in my direction, big, black dogs suddenly appeared behind him.
I wasn't scared, I was anticipating something through the dream. He seemed more cheerful
than other occasions, I don't remember talking so much,
again I can't determine if it was afternoon or night (maybe it was twilight) and we walked,
I had the impression we walked a lot. He put an arm around my shoulders, I could see his hand faded
as if with bleach stroking my face. He took out a white pack of cigarettes
from his pockets and he showed it to me, I did the same with a pack of cigarettes I had with me.
And he told me something, something along the lines of "Let's bet. The first of the two
who finishes smoking their pack...", I don't remember what we bet on. Then he said
"Let's go to your house". "No" I said. "Why? You don't want me to meet your mother?".
"Exactly, let's go to your apartment".
And we went. The last thing I remember is him opening the door. Nothing more.

6.13.25

It's like if my dreams were stolen at dawn.

5.23.25

All I remember is that I was smoking, but I couldn't breath out the smoke. And I remember thinking
that was weird. And I took a drag of the cigarrette, and another one, and another one,
but it was the same result.

5.17.25

I dreamed that I was in a restaurant with both my parents. The restaurant was oddly big with white tiles on the floor.
It was almost empty and everything outside of the restaurante seemed to blend in darkness.
There was a buffet, I wasn't hungry at all. We weren't sitting at a table,
we were standing in front of the counter. I remember my mom asking something
to the guy behind the counter (who didn't move at all, didn't even blinked until my mom talked to him).
The dude said something along the lines of "ma'am you can choose the type of salad you want from the salad bar at the left"
and she FREAKED OUT, but like immediately. She got so angry and I couldn't understand why,
but thing started to escalate and I woke up abruptly in the middle of it.

5.4.25

Do you remember the ugly, blonde guy of my other dream? He appeared again.
For more context, in every dream he has appeared, he's my boyfriend.
Well, in this dream, we were still together and I had the impresion that we've moved into the apartment the dream took place.
The apartment had green/beige paper wall and it was old, not victorian old, but still old and kind of small.
Since, apparently, we moved there, there were lots of carboard boxes, and stuff and I remember that he had a canary, it was yellow
(although I could swear it turned to red at some point of the dream).
His canary didn't have a cage, it flew freely around the apartment. For some reason he had no shirt and
I noticed how fair his skin was, it was almost ghostly. He's not albino,
but his eyelashes are kind of white so are his eyebrowns.
It catched my attention the fact that he had a necklace. The necklace had a red fringe at the end and it seemed hand-made.
I didn't know why, but at the dinner table there were a handful of people that I assume were friends of ours
and they were eating breakfast, I think. I craved something sweet, so we sat down with them.
At some point, the ugly, blonde guy looks at me and said "I lost my canary. My canary is lost",
he didn't seemed worried, but I started looking for the bird all around the apartment, he followed.
Behind a desk I found a big, fat, black rat bleeding. It had blood coming out of his mouth like
he had ate something and his right leg was wounded, so wounded to the point his bone was exposed.
I grabbed the rat and noticed it was breathing still. The dream ended when
I looked at the ugly, blonde guy, with the rat in my hand and I said to him:
"Thank goodness we found him alive. Here's your rat".

5.3.25

I dreamed that somehow I was in a school classroom but my teacher was my molecular biology real life teacher and
my classmates were my collage classmates. I don't know why, but one of my friends was dressed as a cowboy,
but like the 50's spaguetti western type of cowboy outfit
(it was never addressed in my dream)
and apparently, there was a proyect due to that day and I found out that very moment.
I don't know why I wasn't worried.

5.1.25

I woke up with Kirsten Dunst face tattoed in my mind. I don't remember anything else.

4.29.25

So, today I dreamed that I was in a hotel. I remember the beige carpet floor and the gray shadows,
all over the walls. The lights were on even tho it was day.
I looked at the huge window at the end of the room and there were lots of people outside,
hanging out in a park with the greenest grass I've ever seen. I wanted to be there, there was so much determination in me.
I remember that, for some reason, all of us (the ones in the hotel), couldn't leave the hotel, like it was mandatory, a law even.
But I didn't care, I was so careless and I remember putting on my shoes andjust simply running away,
running through a long hall with an elevator at the end. Music started blasting from the room I leaved and a couple of officials came
and started confronting me, but I was too far gone, I didn't care, I just got away from them.
I don't know how, but I managed to do that. I don't remember leaving the hotel.I woke up with the feeling that
the dream was interrupted rather that finished.

4.26.25

I know more stuff was going on, but what I retained was that my mom (out of nowehere) told me
to pick just two cigarretes from her pack,
hidden in that spot of her wardrobe I, of course, know about. She told me I could keep them
and I was very happy about it.The other detail I remember was that
it wasn't day nor night, it was dark, but not too dark.
There were some very dark shadows in the room, so it wasn't day. Was it night? No, it wasn't dusk.
The strange part is that everything felt so real, actually it felt so real that when I woke up
I searched for those two cigarretes in my bag, and for a couple of hours I wasn't sure if I woke up at all.
It's weird because I knew my eyes were open and
that I wasn't in a dream, but it just simply didn't feel like i was awake. It felt that like something in between,
like I lived in a short-lived and distant memory.
A memory that isn't mine, but I'm part of.
Something between layers, a taste of another perspective.
What is real at this point?

4.21.25

I saw my cat again, but she was a kitten, like she was so little she couldn't even open her eyes.
And I told her that even tho I couldn't be with her since the beggining, I would protect her and
love her for the rest of her life.

4.19.25

I dreamed that a couple of german exchange students arrived to my collage.
And nobody talked to them because they were blonde, so I talked to them and they were so nice, the nicest you can imagine.
I remember one of them being called something like Hanna or Anna and the other one had like her hair tied in braids.
I really hated the fact no one approached them. We we're spending time in collage and
they invited me to a picnic and offered me cigarretes (the package was blue).
They were so nice.

4.16.25

My cat appeared in my dreams. She my cat was bigger and fatter and she wanted to climb on my lap.
Once in my lap, I could feel her warmth while I petted her. I was sitting in the dinning table and
on the table there were a lot of bread crumbs that my cat wanted to eat.
How I love my cat.

4.14.25

These past days have been confusing because I catched a cold so I've had fever dreams that
I can't distinguish once I wake up. For example, a couple of days ago, I remember being in a dark room
where I found an old purse of mine and when I opened it contained sticker sheets,
then in another dream I remember seeing a trailer park and nothing more. I always wake up with this weird sensation tha
t a lot of thing happened while I was asleep but at the same time I can feel how the memories slip
from me even tho I try to retain them. Then I dreamed today that I had a date with this man I have dreamed before of.
He has like a really blonde hair, shoulder lenght. His hair is like very straight, very beautiful
and he talks with an accent, like he's slavic and everyone thinks he's very ugly except me.
Unlike the other dreams that I've had, he was wearing black clothes and we were sitting,
looking at each other, and between us was this table with this bright flowered tablecloth.
And I had the strong feeling that we talked a lot but we didn't move our mouths,
but it's wasn't telepathy either. The only thing I remember is that the table
wasn't part of the place we were in, because we were at some school,
but there weren't children,
so I can't tell really were we were.

4.10.25

I remember a supermarket I couldn't leave. Stairs that led to nowhere and a bowl of mac'n'cheese.
Now I realize I, indeed, dream a lot about pasta.

4.8.25

In my dream there was a chinese man, and he wore a cap. The only thing I recall besides that was
that I was on some kinds of skycraper at night and I could see the city from there (don't know what city, by the way).
Maybe I was shorter than real life, but I can't recall anything besides what I wrote.

4.6.25

I actually dreamed last night. I don't remember exactly how it began or how it ended,
but I was in some sort of catholic private school
and then I was eating something at the canteen, it started as a spaghetti plate,
but mid bite it turned into some kind of chocolate dessert. I can't recall anything besides the fact that the lighting was weird
(was it day?, was it cloudy? was it afternoon?) and that I didn't know why I was there to begin with.

4.5.25

I don't remember dreaming something in particular last night.
I may be wrong. Sometimes, I confuse reality with dreams, not to the point of not realizing if I woke up,
but to question what was real. Was it a dream, or a fuzzy memory? It's like déjà-vus.
"I've lived this already, and we we're talking about this", but I never know how it ends, because, technically, dreams don't have an end.
Is it future or is it past?

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