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I forgot I wanted to post two dreams I had. Well one from last night. One from a few nights ago
Dream #1) In the early 00s Things became people and people became things. I was a college aged girl, not myself, and I struggled to do basic things. Many people around me did too. I lived in a farm house with a family and I kept trying to figure out why people were so bad at being people. at one point our house was raided. I didnt know why. a wrestler named Insane rescued me. Our family came together at another farm. I drove to meet them. The mom yelled at me for running over some yams while parking, stating that we shouldn't treat them as they treated us. She looks concerned like 'Oops She said too much'. The dad explains everything: we used to be things, but now we are people. and people are now things. and while my mother has empathy and wants to treat things better than we were treated, my dad wants to exact revenge.
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tbh i thought it was a p interesting dream. worth writing down.
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Dream #2) I had a dream, ah fuck, i should have wrote this down sooner. I was doing something. I dont remember what. I remember the places being large and fancy. But my grandma kept calling me. Eventually I made it to a hotel(?) and grandma got a hold of me. It sounded just like my grandma. Except then shes talking about her mom. and i realise grandma has dementia bad. and as i realise that in my dream, my dreamworld goes into overdrive and gives grandma absolutely terrible dementia. i listen in horror as she devolves. I wake up feeling uneasy.
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i know its just a dream. grandma is dead. has been for a while. she had some dementia before she died, but not as bad as this dream was. it was scary. dementia is horror movie grade shit. i hope it never happens to me. i would move to a pro-euthanasia state and take things into my own hands before it got bad. i miss grandma. she was very sweet and good. and the world has only gotten terrible since she left it.
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Dream #1) In the early 00s Things became people and people became things. I was a college aged girl, not myself, and I struggled to do basic things. Many people around me did too. I lived in a farm house with a family and I kept trying to figure out why people were so bad at being people. at one point our house was raided. I didnt know why. a wrestler named Insane rescued me. Our family came together at another farm. I drove to meet them. The mom yelled at me for running over some yams while parking, stating that we shouldn't treat them as they treated us. She looks concerned like 'Oops She said too much'. The dad explains everything: we used to be things, but now we are people. and people are now things. and while my mother has empathy and wants to treat things better than we were treated, my dad wants to exact revenge.
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tbh i thought it was a p interesting dream. worth writing down.
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Dream #2) I had a dream, ah fuck, i should have wrote this down sooner. I was doing something. I dont remember what. I remember the places being large and fancy. But my grandma kept calling me. Eventually I made it to a hotel(?) and grandma got a hold of me. It sounded just like my grandma. Except then shes talking about her mom. and i realise grandma has dementia bad. and as i realise that in my dream, my dreamworld goes into overdrive and gives grandma absolutely terrible dementia. i listen in horror as she devolves. I wake up feeling uneasy.
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i know its just a dream. grandma is dead. has been for a while. she had some dementia before she died, but not as bad as this dream was. it was scary. dementia is horror movie grade shit. i hope it never happens to me. i would move to a pro-euthanasia state and take things into my own hands before it got bad. i miss grandma. she was very sweet and good. and the world has only gotten terrible since she left it.
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