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older dreams (2016-2021)
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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) 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.
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