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01-01-2026

I added a tumblr mutual to a discord server that only had me and them in it. I sent a link in there to an archive of older pictures of Noel Gallagher, one I hadn't looked at myself yet but figured they would enjoy rooting around in. Within minutes they found a picture of Noel being choked with a plastic bag over his head by another man, a taller guy who I believe was bald. I asked them how they had managed to find that image but they didn't elaborate. I went to an art exhibition with my mom, which was in the building my old elementary school was in. There were some apartments there that had been emptied out and the walls had been replaced with big shop windows. Inside, there were a bunch of paintings laying on the ground, and you were supposed to walk around inside and look down at the paintings. It was dark inside and nobody else was there except my mom and I. I think part of the performance art of it all was that it was relatively easy to accidentally step on a painting and break it, so it was like a mindfulness thing.

Later, the same tumblr mutual mentioned earlier freestyled some fanfiction in my inbox. It was about Liam Gallagher being coerced into wearing a skirt and enjoying it, and later in the story it had mindbreak elements. It followed him in 3rd person limited, and by the end he was referring to himself in his head as Fertile instead of Liam. I remember the story being really well-written. When I woke up I wasn't sure if it was real or a dream, so my first thought upon waking was "damn, I should find that story again".

03-01-2026

I was on holiday in Paris with my grandma. We were on a walk through the city, and my grandma was talking about how she was having trouble cheering up my aunt, who was depressed. Because of her depression, my grandma was trying to help her by scheduling an activity for her every day of the week, something fun and social. My grandma told me that my aunt hadn't wanted to do the Saturday activity (which was to go do something with my other aunt) but she was looking forward to the Monday activity, which was when she watched Charlie Chaplin movies with Ellen (Degeneres, who was her neighbour) and they ate onion soup that my grandma would prepare for them.

We saw a knockoff Burger King restaurant named something like 'Eat a Burger'. I told my grandma about a meme I saw that said that when you were fat and ordered a lot of food in France they would make fun of you, because small meals were customary. We went into the restaurant and sat down. As an appetizer we were given half a banana (sliced the long way) on a rectangular plate. We looked at the menu. My grandma decided she wanted a vanilla milkshake and the 'Iranian Meal', which was just a hamburger patty and a stack of crackers on a plate.

04-01-2026

Last.fm had a sort of 'guild' or 'group' system. When you joined one, it would put a little banner with the group's name on your profile, and if you went to the group's page you could see a list of members. I had been a member of one called 'Cool Teens' for years, which was ostensibly a MBMBaM reference. In the dream, I was looking at my profile, and suddenly realized that at my age it was kind of weird to still refer to myself as a teen, so I was going to leave the group. I woke up before I did.

08-01-2026

Deltarune was a story written by me that kept the small realm/dimension I lived in extant. It worked like this: I could think anything into reality, and had to keep thinking about these things because they would go away otherwise. I lived with a bunch of people in this dimension which was the size of a small apartment. I lived there with a cook, my son, my grandson, Andy Warhol, and some other people who popped in and out. One of the characters in Deltarune was Andy Warhol as well. He hadn't played it yet but saw some screenshots and referred to in-game Andy as "A really beautiful girl". He was a bit of a pervert. I had to constantly control my thoughts because if I didn't the dimension I was in would stop existing, and everyone there would die (except me). I reminisced about how much my grandson (a baby) reminded me of my deceased grandpa Jojo (who doesn't exist in real life). Also, my son was only about eight years old at most, and my grandson was a baby, though it was implied I had thought them into existence instead of them being born. Creating them had been an accident, but I had grown to love them, even though I basically made my son take care of my grandson 24/7. None of the people there were "real people" and you could sense they were kind of shallow recreations of human beings with nothing behind them. Nevertheless, they were all I had.

09-01-2026

I was watching a documentary about Aretha Franklin and her relationship with her son, who had died relatively young (20s/30s). The B-roll was a lot of home videos they had made together, videos of him singing for his mother in their garage. He was this big tall kid with a round/sweet face, a real 'gentle giant' type. He was always laughing and smiling.

I was on a school trip or had once gone on one and was remembering part of it while on another unrelated trip. I ended up on a rather quiet residential island with two friends. Everyone who lived there vaguely reminded us of characters who could easily fit into Terry Pratchett books (except they were real people obviously) (I've never really read any Terry Pratchett so I'm not sure what this meant) The streets were mostly deserted. We ended up walking into a random house where the garage was unlocked, with a sign outside that claimed that they did something called 'mirror healing' inside, as well as serving food and drinks. It quickly became apparent that this was just someone's house.

A giant fountain took up most of the space in the garage, which had a high ceiling. The inside of the fountain was covered in shiny flat stones like a mosaic. From there we walked into the living room/kitchen and there were two couches there (one in the kitchen area and one in the living room area, they were separated by a half-wall) both of which had a sleeping man on them. They woke up from us rummaging through the fridge and kitchen cabinets. Their names were stuff like "Mr. [streetname]" and "Dr. Hallway". The homeowner, an older woman, walked in from outside and chased everyone away angrily, including those men. Apparently they were just random neighbours who went into her house without permission all the time. We all ran away but the woman caught up with everyone except me.

19-01-2026

I was in town at a cinema, going to see a movie. The theatre it was showing in had screens on all four walls and was a room that was sometimes used as a shop too, which you could see by the fact that there was a cash register in one of the corners. There was a young woman (college age) sitting behind the cash register. Another woman there for the movie asked the cashier if she was allowed to charge her laptop there, which the cashier agreed to.

The movie began. I don't remember the main plot very clearly, but it was about a group of people who were practicing for something, it might've been a talent show or a performance of some kind. They might've been a theatre group or a choir or something. One of the main characters was this woman who was maybe in her 30s or 40s. At one point in the movie, she suddenly looked straight at the camera (it hadn't had any fourth wall-breaking elements before this) and said something along the lines of, "see, that's how it happened!"

Along the bottom of the screen it kept showing a progress bar of how much longer the film would take. At around 20 minutes before the end, the scene suddenly shifted from the group of people practicing to a scene of the aforementioned woman sitting in her therapist's office, telling her therapist about how she had been sexually abused as a child. She spoke of it very frankly, and didn't seem upset about it at all. It was clear that she had at one point been upset by it, but had worked through it because she didn't want to feel like a victim anymore. The therapist seemed surprised at how easily she talked about it. I remember thinking (in the dream) that the scene was really powerful and well-done, purposely making the audience uncomfortable. After that scene it went back to the people practicing.

At the movie's climax, all the characters in the movie became aware of the camera like the woman had earlier, and looked straight at it. They then all simultaneously ran towards the camera, with the screen cutting out just before they would've reached it. Then, the other screens on the other walls turned on and also showed the people running towards the camera. People watching the movie stood up and started running away because they were scared. Earlier at some point they had given the movie a standing ovation too, but had sat down after a bit. I stood up too and walked out of the theatre, which was at the bottom of a flight of stairs.

I took a tram and went in the opposite direction of my house. There was a woman with curly light-brown hair sitting next to me and we started talking a bit. She was a tourist who had been staying at a youth hostel for months, because it was only €4 a night to sleep there. She was very loud and talked to absolutely everyone. At one point, she saw some teenage boys loitering outside, and she opened the tram's window to shout at them. Everyone was looking at her like she was acting crazy, which she kind of was. I felt a bit embarrassed about being seen with her.

27-01-2026

A coworker accidentally CC'd me in an email where he was asking my supervisor for a raise. Having discussed this with her previously, I knew the guy wasn't going to get a raise. I felt a bit of schadenfreude about it.

01-02-2026

I was at an indie cinema with a couple of theatres and a little cafe and everything. I was sitting out in the hall area waiting for my movie to start, when the power partially went out. The theatres and cafe still had power (from a backup generator?), but the lights in the halls and bathrooms were off. When you had to go to the bathroom, you had to use your phone's flashlight to see where you were going. I went to the bathroom, which had stalls with very low walls and doors you could easily look over, they barely came up to your waist. I found a backpack someone forgot in one of the stalls, it was a school bag that had clearly been used for years. It was a sort of faded pink colour and was kind of dirty and very full of papers and other school stuff. I was hungry at the time, so I started going through this bag looking for food. I found a partially-eaten plastic container of peanuts which I put in my pocket and took to the theatre where the movie I was going to watch was playing. I just left the backpack in the stall, I didn't even put the papers and stuff back into it.

When the movie started I sat there and started eating the peanuts while watching. The peanuts were clearly old and gross. I was really hungry so I still tried to eat them but after a while I had to give up because they were just too gross. The movie was an old movie from the 1940s. I went back to the bathroom to go rifle through that backpack again to see if I could find more food but I couldn't find anything. Throughout this, I was very nervous that someone would catch me looking through this bag. Also, for some reason I didn't go buy food at the cafe even though I'm pretty sure they sold pastries.

04-02-2026

I was a student in high school and wanted to skip class but couldn't because the whole school had to watch this presentation by a journalistic photographer about Venezuela. We all had to sit in this big entrance hall so I sat near the back closest to the door so I could try and sneak away. The photographer had a really thick accent (he was from Spain) and I was struggling to even understand him. He was trying really hard to make the presentation Cool and Engaging for teenagers by using outdated slang and whatnot. For example Venezuela was written as "Venezueyasss" or something along those lines.

I was trying to find a moment to leave where people wouldn't notice or comment on the fact I was standing up. I started fantasizing about how maybe people would find a corpse in the bathroom and scream and during that disruption I would be able to sneak away. There was no indication there was a corpse or anything, I was just fantasizing. I also started thinking of a lie to tell in case I was caught sneaking out. My plan was to tell people my aunt was opening a thrift store and I had to be there for the grand opening.

05-02-2026

My mom and I were on our way to work. We were taking the subway, specifically line 43, which was a subway line between our town and a neighboring city. My mom's job was in a sort of basement connected to the subway station in our town, and I came to work with her though it's unclear if I also worked there. Her job was at a spa (I suppose?) and her objective was to lay in a perfumed bath with herbs all day, fully clothed, with her eyes closed pretending she was asleep. Guests and tourists would come in and look at her and sometimes take pictures. Even though she laid in a bath all day her fingers didn't get wrinkly or anything. If there were no guests she was able to sit up for a bit and check her phone and stuff. I, functioning as a sort of attendant, kept an eye out for tourists so she could quickly lay back down if they came in.

There were two baths in this place, which were both built into the ground. There was a day bath and a night bath. The night bath wasn't perfumed and had no herbs or anything, it was just full of really hot (almost boiling) water. This was so my mom could lay in it all night without getting cold (this was presumably part of the job description). But, when I felt the water, I found it way too hot so I started scooping some hot water out with a bucket and putting it into the day bath instead, so she could sleep comfortably in there.

08-02-2026

I got a new follower on tumblr so I checked their blog and the first post I saw was them arguing that smoking weed with someone is more incestuous than growing up together. I scrolled further down their blog but found that they called people slurs a lot and decided not to follow them because of that.

My mom got a long message on Whatsapp from her ex-brother in law stating that he and his wife no longer wanted to be in contact with her because the fact she had significantly less money than them made them feel guilty for being rich. They then blocked her.

12-02-2026

I was on my way back from a concert with a friend who doesn't exist in real life, a girl my age with blonde hair. We had to take a train but it was a slow line that stopped at over 100 small stations and it would take over two hours before we were home. And even then, it didn't stop at the actual station we needed to get to, but some other station on the edge of town (which was inexplicably named something like 'Amsterdam-The Hague'). A lot of the stations it stopped at belonged to really small towns that only had about a dozen houses, towns with names like 'table', 'chair' and 'really'. Our phones were dead, too.

The train's interior had been decorated in a sort of renaissance style at some point, but then later everything had been painted over in white, so you could only tell it used to be renaissance style by the shape of the furnishings. There were very few seats which were all connected to the walls, and there was lots of standing space on these wooden floors that were meant to be reminiscent of ballrooms. We walked a long stretch of the train to find a place to sit. Eventually we did find a spot in front of a little table near a water fountain where we could refill our water bottles. We also found some paper on another table and took it along so we could doodle to stave off boredom. In front of us there was a door in the wall that realistically couldn't lead to a room, as we were on a train.

The door opened and a middle-aged nurse walked out, wearing a stereotypical nurse's outfit. She started talking to me about how she was cross at me for trying to escape, and how I hadn't been taking my medication, either. I responded to her but by the reactions of the people around me it quickly became apparent I was the only person who could see the nurse. I was hallucinating her. The door she had walked in through wasn't real, either. My friend was very pragmatic about it and said I should just keep calm and ignore the nurse, and then when we were home we would figure it out and go to a hospital if necessary. I agreed and we tried to just have fun drawing together.

The nurse started trying to get me to harm myself. She tried to get me to jump out the window or go "downstairs" in a way where I could tell by her description that she was trying to get me to jump through the gap in between train compartments and get run over. I tried to ignore her but it was hard not to respond when she was talking to me.

15-02-2026

I barely remember anything from this dream. My mom and I adopted my aunt's cat and renamed him Liam. There was something about a guy named Gerard, and I remember thinking "Oh, I need to remember that his name was Gerard," but I don't remember why that was important or who he was.

17-02-2026

I had to go to gym class. I didn't know where this gym class was held at first and just followed a woman I vaguely recognized. Eventually I found out where it was and I had to take a San Francisco-style tramway to get there, which was delayed. It was cold outside. When I finally arrived I realized I didn't have gym clothes with me, so I wore my regular shirt, some shorts and brown knee-high socks. I felt uncomfortable and didn't like how exposed I was and how much skin I was showing.

The gym class must've had a hundred or so people partaking. There were people I recognized from both the high schools I went to, including an ex-friend I no longer talk to. There was a girl there who I vaguely recognized too and she kind of tried to push me to participate. We played a vague variation upon kickball but it was clear most people weren't taking the class very seriously. Everyone seemed to be smiling and having fun which was infectious so I smiled too, despite my discomfort.

still 17-02-2026

there was a sequel to Bridgerton called Delhaize.

18-02-2026

My mom and I had gotten a new job together, and were going there by bicycle. We had to bike along a long stretch of road that only had a separate cycling path for part of it, and for the remainder we had to bike where the cars were. It made me nervous but my mom essentially told me not to be a coward. Our new job was at an office that was way in the back of a large mall with multiple floors. The office itself consisted of two areas separated by a glass wall to reduce noise, though you could see literally everything going on in the other area. There were curtains but they were never closed. In one of the areas there was a bathroom with a shower, too, and we got ready for our work day by getting changed and such in there. My mom took a full shower though and in the middle of it got out and walked into the other area, only wearing a towel, to ask our boss something. I, alarmed, commented on her lack of clothes, and she shrugged saying that everyone already saw her anyways so she might as well finish her conversation.

There was a whiteboard in the other area that had a leaderboard on it. Occasionally, someone would erase the name above theirs and replace it with their own. I asked what the leaderboard was for and they said it was to keep track of who had fixed the most incorrect routings in Opera cloud. The current #1 had made like 16 corrections.

20-02-2026

There were two parts to this dream. The first part was that my mom and I were going to the cheerleading recital of a girl we knew, she was the daughter of a colleague or friend of my mom's or something like that. She was in high school, and it was all very amateur level, you could see the kids were just in it for fun. One of the girls on stage performing had very thick curly natural hair that had clearly not been taken good care of. My mom commented on it towards me, talking about how the girl should only be brushing her hair when it was wet and using special shampoo. There was a girl next to us in the audience who also had curly hair, and she thought my mom was talking about her. The girl took out some shampoo and started shampooing her hair right then and there. My mom felt very guilty about it.

Second part: I was in a town I used to go to on holiday when I was a child. I was there with Noel Gallagher, and we were going to an ice cream shop. We were both getting three scoops. All the names of flavours were only written in Dutch, and Noel asked me to translate for him, though I refused because I thought that the Dutch was similar enough to English for him to be able to deduce what the flavours were. I was weirdly insistent about this, and was kind of offended he wasn't putting in any effort. I'd already gotten my own ice cream, three scoops of Cookie Dough, and I wanted him to try it but he didn't want to. We bickered back and forth about these things in front of the woman who worked there, who just watched and did nothing. It was clear at this point that we were both just being difficult for the sake of it, but we both refused to back down.

21-02-2026

I had become homeless and was being chased by cops for an unclear reason. My mom and great-aunt were helping me escape by riding their bikes around erratically as decoys, so the cops would chase them instead of me. Meanwhile, I took a subway train and later lifted along on the back of a truck that was transporting sand. When the truck took a turn I didn't want to go down I jumped off the back of the truck and landed on a grassy/beachy area near a party being held by a bunch of college kids. I met my mom and great-aunt back there by coincidence. My mom offered to let me live with her until I was back on my feet. I decided it was time for me to try and make it on my own. My mom asked me what my plan was, and I said I was going to go over to the college kids, who were roasting beans from a can over an open fire. I was going to ask them for some beans. My mom seemed satisfied with this answer and the two of them left.

The college kids were all holding torches. They were all sitting around the edge of a large, oval-shaped stone, all facing away from each other. There was one girl with very wavy, glossy black hair, and I realized this was her birthday party. She wasn't necessarily super pretty, but she had a sort of 'vibe' or 'aura' around her of a popular person. I remember her name being something like Sabrina. I sat with the group for a bit and even relit their torches for them out of courtesy, which they seemed glad about. Eventually Sabrina started reciting her phone number so everyone there would be able to keep in contact with her. The phone number was very long, way too long to be a normal phone number, but when I finished typing it a little picture of her face popped up, so I knew it was real. I was acting a bit desperate, and it was clear she was not invested in our friendship as I was. She also kind of acted like a high school bully, and while she wasn't outright mean, it still felt like she wasn't exactly someone you should be telling secrets.

At some point me and her were walking together somewhere, maybe at a strip mall. I mentioned I had recently been to the wedding of an Indian acquaintance, and that I had gotten beautiful henna done on my hands. Sabrina was confused. I pointed at my hands and said something like, "You know, henna, the temporary tattoo stuff?" and she frowned and said "Do you mean hanna?". Apparently, it was pronounced hanna in English, and I had always gotten it wrong before that. I said my excuse was that English isn't my first language (which is true) but I still felt really embarrassed.

24-02-2026

I don't remember much from this one. I was at work and my supervisor, another coworker and I walked off to a dark corner somewhere to talk about another colleague. That other colleague was either getting fired soon or we wished he would get fired soon. At one point he walked towards us to try and listen in. I saw him and he held his finger to his lips, signifying that I shouldn't tell the others I saw him. But I instantly told the others.

27-02-2026

Dreamed I got a work ‘gifted’ on ao3, and it was from a guy who had hundreds of works up that were just one or two line reviews of people’s fanfiction written by other people on other websites. There were multiple authors listed per work, and the comments were full of angry authors demanding the works be removed from their ‘gifts’ list. The guy responded to all of those comments with a prewritten tutorial on how authors could remove the work from their profiles themselves.

A separate dream I had in the same night went like this: Dreamed I was at a beach with a group of family friends. One of those people owned a part of the beach, like, she paid rent for it I guess and could keep her stuff on it all year round without it being removed. She had this massive old wooden bookcase standing on the sand as well as a desk and a few things to sit on (a desk chair but also two or three wooden stools). My grandma was there sitting on one of the stools and I hired a random older man with one of those hipster styled mustache/beard combos to teach my grandma “how to be modern” which seemed to be a crash course in how to be woke? I have no idea why I did this.

Anyways everyone was leaving the beach because it was late. The family friend offered us a ride back home in her car but my mom and I declined because we felt that walking back home was an important part of the beachgoing experience, and if we didn’t walk home we didn’t deserve having relaxed at the beach. There were a bunch of old and heavy books in the bookcase and on the desk and I wanted to put them higher up in case the water reached the area of the beach the family friend owned. My mom was really annoyed by this but allowed me to do it anyways. Then we left.


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