I haven’t been posting my dreams lately cause I keep forgetting them or haven’t had a chance to post till the afternoon and then it doesn’t feel worth it.
Like yesterday I had a dream I went to visit Keaton and we were chillin under blankets on the couch like we we’re having a sleepover, then I recognized the wall unit in ththe room and remembered it was imported from Turkey, theeen remembered it was ours and realized Keaton had bought the house I grew up in. And of course there was other stuff but I can’t remember.
It is 6:31AM and a few minutes ago I woke up from a dream where mom was packing / carving this huge thing of ice but it wasn’t clear. It wasn’t shaved ice either, it was packed like a snowball and I even grabbed some and squished it in my hand to try and form something. Then when I looked up there was a guy standing across from me with this kind of cut out ice bucket he was carrying and there was other stuff in there like empty beer glasses and crumpled paper like it was a waste basket. I went after whatever was supposed to be important in there and he tried to get away, and we went around this glass table and these two couches in this sitting area. I was grabbing stuff out of the container and placing them on the table as I chased him until h finally tripped or I pushed him (can’t remember) if he fell, and I grabbed another handful of ice from that container. Then I was standing in my old living room behind the sofa trying to explain wher I’d been to my parents and finally asked okay do you know what Jessica Jones is? And looked at dad since he likes to watch Marvel series thinking he’s got a bett of shot at knowing. Then I explained I met Killgrave and he made me do terrible things and I can’t even remember what happened, like my memory blocked it out to protect me, but I had to stop him. They seemed kind of confused. Idk if anything happened after that.
So yeah. Meh.