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drove to my parents home in louisville; they had bought a new couch but couldnt fit it through the door so as i was pulling up to the house they were using a forklift to raise the couch upstairs by removing a section of the roof. when i got inside, pops was laying
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ive had a recurring dream about various crawlspaces, attics, subflooring, and holes in walls leading to alternate realities. theyve all been grand, dynamic, trippy, mind bending, & just too vast for me to ever write adequately about. or to even generalize. but theyve been
well, that was a shitty experience...
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another dream centered on my old industrial baking job; id gone in early but hadnt clocked in. after wandering around the facility i decided i was gonna call in and take the day off. i stopped by my locker & stumbled around hundreds
but now i caint remember it to save my life...
this is a fucked up #dreamjournal #dirtsdream
vaughn?
twan?
john???
(nah, those aint it!) 😡
ok... *sigh*
i was gonna skip this one because it was so discordant... but #dreamjournal #dirtsdream
i dont think thisll be a long one. there was an outdoor festival like woodstock. ive never been to central park but thats where i wanna say it takes place. and there was dreamsruff before this one
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i just dreamt an origin story for the next new dr. who.
i have never dreamt of a tv show before and it was so detailed & as full of plot holes as any dr. who ep ive ever seen.
it began with 2 teen kids on bikes at night... in russia? i think they were vandalizing +
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2 dreams. the first one really doesnt make sense: surreal dystopian shit.
i was among a band of survivors searching for resources? or other people? we stumble across 3 giants whose gowns/clothing were cages/torture chambers for regular sized people... we wanted to end
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just woke up from a sort of noir mystery/cosmic horror thingie in which a cult needed me as sacrifice to bring back their eldritch god, but they grabbed the wrong guy - most of the dream was me and 3 others talking to strangers in a bookstore where the kidnapping happend
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i was with my fam in an apt complex. not my own immediate family. i (i think) & everyone was white. the back of the complex overlooked a wooded valley that was at times swamp land. felt like we were star wars characters? i mightabeen luke. or old ben. or some rando general. idk.
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that was... interesting. no "plot" to speak of but many moving parts with many famous people, so many shifting scenes... i think i was someone physically different in each scene but always *me*.
in short, the dream was just abt "going home" w/ focus on the home we rented in Midway Ky
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through montages and monologues i taught a protégé how to fly a passenger plane, which he successfully did before landing his boeing atop a canopy of trees in louisville's west end, near shawnee park —
finally, a good dream! i havent had very many lately... and not that this was "good" good, but very visually striking.
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but i was an astronaut in a spherical spaceship flung to the other side of the universe for a purpose i cant remember, but it was "important"
finally have a dream of somewhat interest for #dreamjournal #dirtsdream and i type out a 4 part rambling thread before even getting to the actual dream part before deciding "nah, forget it" and cancel the entire thing. it was weird & i was failing to properly lay it out but basically it was +
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this one is brief because ive already forgotten details, so in summary:
a decayed cassette player plays in a cemetary overgrown with weeds alerting a woman to the actual mislabeled burial site of jesus who died by suicide. the cemetery sits behind an abandoned church +
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just woke from a very detailed dream about a small bodega-ish gas station - so many customers and so much intricate dialog. the owner was dissatisfied & wanted to sell, i was just a friend hanging around. i had a few lines but i mostly observed. one of the most detailed -
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sunday dinner at mama's...
—celebrity edition?
mama passed last october and my sister karen passed in may of 2022 (3+ years?!?! what?!?) crystal was there, & my nephew, erik (deborah's son), & a new unknown toddler nephew was running around that i'm calling -
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i was a "quirky" highly intelligent black woman, a savant, resigned to living in the institution that held her but still seeking autonomy on her own terms. the dream was so layered and nuanced that i know i wont be able to convey those depths within this writing +
i started keeping track of my dreams over on dead-bird-site a decade ago; ive screenshot or copy/pasted some of those to bluesky using the hashtag #dreamjournal which isnt that unique (writers use it to post about mags theyve gotten into or would like to get into) so i now use #dirtsdream, but
well, that took a turn.
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i was at a friend's apartment (i think we were in nyc) advising him on his music career (i dont know which genre but perhaps he was a rapper) ((also, it was nice fuckin apartment))... then the scene shifts & we're out in his hallway —
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i...
that was the most surreal, incomprehensible, weirdest fucking dream i have ever had. layered in minutia and nuanced detail.
to summarize: a dark comedy in which jack quaid, michael cera, and a ton of others try many times to kill me & it all goes viciously wrong.
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i was laying on the carpeted floor of my childhood home listening to cassettes on a boombox. crystal asked to listen to Good Times by Chic but i didnt have that song so i had to stream it but the box didnt have that capability... so, here, crissy
youtu.be/51r5f5OdIY0?...
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quick one. i just nodded off watching a youtube art vid
i was in an indie coffeeshop, ordered my usual of large coffee w/ 2 shots of espresso (a splash of cream/3-4 stevia packets)
barista gave me a small cup of frozen 💩 - wtf?!
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blah blah blah worst action movie ever ...
some sort of european terrorist group took over the building of my last factory job, killing some highly respected agent. a bunch of expositional dialogue and hundreds of scenes that added nothing to the dream:
anyway, halfass #dreamjournal #dirtsdream
(very short version)
robot overlords took over earth (ultron is mentioned in the dream). we're in hiding somewhere safe - the amazon? then someone calls our safe house from a cellphone & our safety is blown. then my 22 yr son as a kid calls me crying +
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why was vin diesel trying to collect a debt from me?!?
"no sir, i do not have your service & most certainly did not break any dvr player!"
his smug gotcha question: "how do you divide 9 people to work at two places?"
me: 4 people work at each job, the 9th works both.
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yaaay back to weird shit!
me & 2 others are superheroes "undercover" on a school bus even tho we are clearly older than the young teens we're on the bus with. apparently im in a relationship with one of the other heroes as we're whispering cute shit to each other, then +
