it was very weird, i can remember that i will in this big, dingy.. kind of rusty looking (?) school gym. it was really abrasive.. big metal sheets for walls, worn out light-wash wood flooring that is all stained and fucked up from dirty shoes. a thick layer of dust, dirt, debris. even chunks of 'meat' and splashes of dried up blood everywhere. imagine the smell, by the way.. i can't remember the premise properly- i just remember the scary men, they had big chainsaws. the men were so big, hairy.. burly and horrifying. it was kind of gross. they wanted to kill people, it was almost like those 'scare nights' they have, with the big actors looking all buff and horrifying with a scary mask on their face and long hair. kind of reminded me of pyramid head. well, anyways.. there were some other students there- i remembered one of the students looked like the boy from mysterious skin, very hooded eyes.. i don't know why that stuck with me. in the gym, it was also kind of auditorium esque, it was just so massive.. it even kind of felt circus like, big mezzanines and zip lines strung about. it was a real horror. i remember the loud sounds, meat chunks flying around, chainsaws blaring, i wanted to cover my ears, and it was so dark in there… tinted red. i woke up disturbed, wrote it down in my notes and then closed my eyes again.

this dream felt seriously so plotless, but the visuals were extremely potent. i was in this nearly white / faded out pastel mall.. it felt hospital-ish. bright white fluorescent lights humming loudly, vents blaring. it definitely used to be sterile until whatever happened.. happened. i was in there, walking around. there were girls in white dresses, like grandma babydoll nightgowns- genuinely rotting on the escalators.. they were broken and stopped moving, random girls were just splayed out and splattered onto the halted steps bleeding out and leaking disgusting liquids. it looked dried out yet simultaneously somewhat fresh. every corner i saw more people looking rotten, it was a disturbing sight because they had healthy looking hair.. and a beautiful dress. yet their faces were going patchy with green, purple and reds.. covered in dried blood around the mouth and eyes, it was so freaking gross! there were a lot of them with blonde hair, very very light blonde hair like a doll, which made them blend in with the fact there were some actual dolls strung about and slumped against walls.. of the porcelain variety, olden days doll you'd see in the thrift store en masse. classic 'creepy' doll that people get afraid of… they're only scary in this context though, i was a bit unsettled. other than all of these dead girls, and dead dolls the mall seemed relatively empty? maybe like five people other than me were walking around completely casually, very normal looking people. dark winter coats, carrying their little shopping bags. amidst this mall full of dead bodies, dolls, blood, fecal matter, and liquids splattered .. yes.. fecal matter… it smelt horrible !!!!! i wanted to leave, but i was looking for somebody, and i can't remember who. i just needed them… can i look for you in a disgusting mall full of filth and dead people…

i was in a grocery store and i met someone there. i was standing around getting skittles in the creepy dingy grocery- it was dingy.. the lights were dim and majority of them were blown out and merchandise was scattered askew on the floor. despite this building being MASSIVE and having a lot of products, it was not maintained.. i don't recall seeing one worker. as we were standing around the aisles he dropped his bracelet and all the beads came undone and then he had to pick them up again, trying to catch them from rolling away with his feet.they were very tender… what they did was not tender (cannot disclose) but everything they did seemed gentle. i felt so safe for some reason. adjusting my tule clothing.. smiling, i could not even see a face, i only saw glasses and lumberjack-core outfit of flannel and jeans (lol). i don't know what it was, but sometimes there are people i come across in dreams that make me feel so safe and happy. not a normal or common occurrence for me in real life…

hard to remember much of this one i couldn't write much down.. but i was in this big place, almost like a gigantic warehouse of one room but it was full of these 'conversation pits' but they were full of water like hot tubs.. it was steaming in there as well. quite foggy… basically everyone there was a female model (very beautiful.. ) or an ugly weird creepy old ass fart of a man (very ugly). i remember i was getting bored and saw some people stealing.. did i join it? i can't really remember but what i do remember is being detained by an old man after i retreated to a quiet area on a cold stone step, i was naked, hunched over and wearing retro headphones listening to something. (why do i keep being naked in dreams??).areas of the dream vanished from my memory, and the next thing i can remember is a row of 3 teeth falling out of my mouth, they were all attached like an area of dentures… i spat them out into my hand and blood pooled into my palm… fast forward i was in a different area of the warehouse and painting a giant painting with blood… O_O.

i was in this extremely massive and strange museum thing. a bit of brutalist architecture yet so much inside was ornate, detailed, and lots of organic materials. it was a pretty combination..there were a lot of these squared mini pool / water fixtures (i guess not pool, because they weren't for swimming). it was just these shallow squared water things with lots of foliage, vines draping down, leaves growing everywhere.. dim lighting.there were many large and ornate trees that looked otherworldly in little pockets of the areas that were decorated with unnaturally coloured foliage (lilac… white..), and the branches fell in curled or perfectly posed ways. some were spirals, some were squared spirals, some just spikey and pointing in different directions… all were with their own special lighting for each area with either their own water pool or their own little 'yard'. there were small sparkling particles falling which were made visible by the lighting in the areas, and the biggest trees were behind a little glass / bar barrier.as i was walking with some old friends through the building, i thought to myself i'm coming back here later on to take some photos or videos.. but i decided to ask my friend can i just use your phone? but she handed me an old android phone and i was like oh— but used it a few times anyway.. the strange smoothed out enhanced quality that old androids gave actually had a decent effect, dream like. i left my friends and found him, there was a strange areas with rock climbing area. i rock climbed and he was happy and laughing as i did. it was difficult, but then i tried another one and as i almost touched the top; it randomly started spinning! around and around, like a carousel.. it was jarring. later on, i was with some evil friends again.. while just sitting around, i came across a strange girl who acted and dressed beautifully. she kept talking about her boyfriend, constantly and with a lot of admiration- almost worship. though later i found out that she was schizophrenic or something to that nature i'm no expert.. (there was no boyfriend).but it was interesting because she had a large book that she made and printed, i was flipping through it. it was full of photography of herself that she said he had taken and lots of strange black and white graphs or diagrams that looked weird and nonsensical. but strangely, the book was extremely high quality. there was some small rants and opinions inserted into the book too— it was also weird because she wrote something about how Korean beauty standards are not wrong and that we should embrace them in the west, she was not Korean either, lol.there were annoying weird guys around doing strange unnecessary comments and chatter to fill up the background. why were such type of hype beast teenagers at this kind of setting.. i'm not sure.. but i guess it was funny.anyways, despite it being modern times, they took the schizophrenic girl away as if it was the 1800s, it was sad to see.. but then i woke up.

very expensive school, really rude people, SO many people.. but there were friends that i was with. i wasn't alone. the school building alone was crazy beautiful, almost like a summer art house themed version of Oxford. it was strange— i remember walking around, the floor was all this light stained wood.. with some organic splatters of paint left uncleaned. as i walked through, there were a lot of 'life drawing' classes but it was these massive rooms— most of the walls were windows. minus the large stairway, which went along the side of the building, almost like a balcony, the stairs were really large and spacious. and to also mention, there were some upperclassmen laying on stairs, and they get mad if you want to pass by to go down the stairs, so i vented about it to my friends.. anyway, there were so many people in the middle area of the big room, just standing there posing naked.. and then a bunch of people scattered around next to their easel painting… while also naked! why were they naked.. too many people naked while painting …. extremely casually too. the only people that seemed to be with clothes other than my friends and i, were maybe 6 of the painters, and then the rude people by the stairs getting pissed off at us for wanting to walk down, (and they were likely extra rude to us because we were new to the school). we exited the building and i kept spinning around, arms out spinning like a dreadel. my hair in the wind as we walked down this artistically paved area after exiting the building saying "i'm racist… and homophobic! .. collect them all!" to try and bait the art kids into getting mad and some who heard did get mad and i got crazy looks… why would i say that? i really don't know.. i don't condone what dream-me did, anyway we left that area, and as we approached there was literally a beach, a rock beach.. and then grassy area, and a mini dessert area on the property! (it was pretty uncanny though, you could tell it was man made in a strange liminal way.. perhaps how i imagine dubai vibes to be like.) as i walked to the shore of the 'beach', i had no shoes on.. and i looked down and i saw these deer fish and held one. it was a fawn-like fish .. it even had spots on the scales! but really, it had a deers face, the long snout and everything, and it came down to a slim neck and then a blob-like body (similar to any other fish), and then where the 'legs' of a deer would be, were just these fins. i stared at it, and i reached into my pocket to take a picture but there was no phone. so i finished staring and released it into the water. my friends called me over and we were climbing fences.. it felt so freaking easy i knew i was dreaming. i remember there was barbed wire on them, but then i woke up!

i remember being a dark and grey concrete area, building.. warehouse? concrete maze? hard to say.. but there was a man who owned a massive spider bigger— than an elephant. and the massive spider.. owned a massive flesh blob "made of gore" as described. it was like, beige, red, purple, .. disgusting colours.. why did a spider own a murderous flesh blob? well, they both were murderous and wanted to kill us .. i wasn't alone in the area, there was a bunch of other people too.. but i think my mind was done with it and simply woke up.

it was a scary underground cult thing- it was legitimately "underground". there was a large piece of .. plywood over a big dug out hole in the beach. it was a deep square shaped hole.. now that i think about it, it reminds me of patrick's house under the rock. in the hole, a bunch of people were crouching or scrunched up, many in that baby yoga pose, whilst wrapped in blankets or towels. we [me and another girl] were curious so we went inside. it was obvious who was in charge. there was a girl, she was about average height, and had shiny dark shoulder length brown hair, no layers and blunt cut— parted in the middle. she was conventionally pretty, pale olive skin with dark eyes; she seemed mentally strong and was wearing a strangely thin long black coat. there was a guy with her, tall; maybe about 6', not very attractive. he had black straight hair that was parted in the middle, longer in the front shorter in the back.. kind of old tiktok eboy-esque. light brown skin, and wearing for lack of a better description— a school shooter type outfit. an opened long black coat, black pants, and big combat boots. when they reentered the hole they could tell i didn't belong there, simply by seeing the bit of my forehead and my hairline sticking out from the blankets. they knew i was not a member of their cult, i mean.. there was only about maybe twelve people there. it must've been obvious, and they wanted me out. they stood over us all and i sat up, saying something along the lines of okay sorry, fine i will leave, but they said no that's not how it works. they made me stand up and go to the front of the area with them. they handed me a gun and said i had to commit suicide on the beach now, as if that was some norm to do when being curious about a cult and getting caught. i took the gun in my hand casually and just stood there.. mostly confused. but they were upset that i didn't immediately snatch the gun from their hand, turn it on them and embarrassingly attempt to shoot them. why? because it was a completely empty gun, no bullets inside. clearly one of their weird attempt of humiliation right before the person really suicides, or gets killed. they escorted me out of the hole anyways and i was being lead away.. the beach was populated— there was a lot of people around actually.. i also remember there being an older man with white hair in front of the pair. perhaps he was the true leader, i didn't see much of him, nor did i care. the girl was right in front of me, and he in front of her and so on. she actually let me walk at a decent distance behind her and i was hoping to just throw the gun ahead of them to distract them for a moment, and then sprint away to hide. but i knew i wasn't fast enough. i tried grabbing the girls hair and hitting her in the back of the head with the gun which i still had in my hand. but maybe it wasn't hard enough to knock her out, or something to do with the fact it wasn't loaded? it felt really light- and i don't know how guns are supposed to feel.. probably heavy right, i don't know. i also might've just not had much strength because i don't, but it's also a dream- which is the land of slow running and air punches.
she only fell onto the sand while yelling as i tried grabbing her hair to get a better grip to knock her out, but it didn't work— there wasn't even blood, who knows if it was even enough to bruise! it was a complete failure, so all i could do was run away. the man and the older man went to her aid. i did get away and was in some random bedroom, not sure what it was; it looked a bit third world, but had the outlet plugs in the same spot as my real life room. unfortunately, the guy came back looking for me and busted into the room. inside of this weird cramped room it felt like he was colossal in the big combat boots. especially because he stomped in with the air of wanting revenge because i tried hurting his... partner? something about their relationship seemed to be romantic. i felt horrified, and there were no weapons of course.. except for a Macbook charger. i think a part of me knew it was over, i had become the animal sacrifice for him to prove his love and devotion to her. kinda reminiscent of putting down the poorly trained animal that bit an old lady or child on the side walk. except this was different, because this was just murder. anyway, i just tried whipping him with the wire, but we were basically playing tug of war with it. i remember whenever we'd make eye contact it would get so much worse, the dark eyes and seeing only hate inside of them. there was no chance to get away, or to convince him to stop what he was doing. it was just murderous rage and vengeful anger. in his point of view, i was the terrorist, i was the infiltrator that didn't go with the script or fall for their humiliation ritual [the empty gun power play], i was the infiltrator that didn't follow through with the protocols set in place [suiciding with the same gun], AND i was the 'wench' who tried to hurt his cult-wife partner in crime! the charger disconnected into two, and i was getting lashed on my back whilst i tried to whip it around his neck repeatedly like a lasso. the fight persisted, and as i think about it now- i don't know why or how it lasted that long. it was so weird and awkward, two people smacking each other repeatedly with a Macbook charger. just kill somebody already! during our tussle we had got positioned closer to the door of the room, and i managed to grab a pair of scissors off the desk— but they were so dull… my craft scissors. he looked at me mockingly, essentially like; 'seriously, you think you're going to slit my throat?'. and yes i did think that, i tried to slice his neck but it hardly worked- as if his skin was made of rubber. i also don't know how much pressure you're supposed to do when slicing someones throat obviously! i was sort of getting through the top layers but it was clearly not fatal.. and hardly any blood was coming out. looked like a bad paper cut or a cat scratch. i was digging as deep as i could and resorted to just slicing up his face. slicing down the lower cheeks and jaw area. it was grotesque, i could hear the dull scissors slicing through the tough skin and grating against short stubble that was nearly shaved all the way down. it was weird because he was hardly reacting to what i was doing, as if he felt no pain. he was taunting me saying i'm lucky that the scissors are so dull. he got a phone call on his cellphone in the midst of it and was laughing in a mocking tone because to him, my plan was not working. still, i just kept going making slices on his cheeks and throat, the cuts were starting to combine into large areas of face with no skin whatsoever. unbeknownst to him, the skin was getting really fucked up, all you could see was red. there was basically no proper skin- i remember looking and clearly seeing the weird meaty parts underneath. it was so gross and hard to describe, it was almost like a mix between those peel-off face masks and a fucked up lasagna on a plate- ground up meat covered in red with small hints of light beige, ripply noodles [tendons?]. i remember just digging the scissor tip in praying to hit an important vein or artery… ANYTHING! but I COULDN'T, and he started to look insane. he was like gently touching his face [in that gentle.. weird and unsure way your fingers tap on something to check if the paint is still wet or if it finally dried]. shocked wondering where it went or how did it get that bad so quickly- utterly disturbed at what the state of it was now. dug into and completely disfigured, skin wise— i didn't damage any other features. there was also not much blood, i guess my mind wanted to protect me from seeing that. still, i don't know why or how he felt no pain from it.. but the horror of seeing him, now like 4 inches from my face- and gently sticking his fingers into his own lightly bleeding but still VERY mangled face.. the desire for murder in his eyes, and the fact i had really no hope of killing this fucking guy horrified me so bad that i woke up immediately in a startled manner.

People were forced to make a dessert buffet for this strange dictator man. He was a bit nerdy, he seemed moderately harmless in personality and stature. average height but lanky… Everyone there was wearing all white. not fashionable but basically like blazer n pants, it was kind of medical or cultish. Bunch of desserts and he would go thru each one tasting them. He would grab a piece of my hair , wrap the strands around the dessert and eat the dessert, and my hair would go in the mouth but it wouldn't get eaten off.. i was being pulled along the buffet line and occasionally I would take a piece too and eat it. The desserts were all these little ball shapes, icecream balls, wrapped up pastry balls with other sweets inside.. sprinkles, sorbet, fruity stuff… I tasted so many and some of them actually tasted so good. (This was a rare instance where I could actually indeed taste inside my dream.) They were beautiful as well. So much happened in that dream but I totally forgot now…. I was stuck in it for a while, half awake I suppose.. I finally opened my eyes at around 11:30am! So late..

really unsettling atmosphere, i felt extremely alone even though i wasn't. as usual in a place that has a lot of people but you feel like a greyed out character just sitting alone, so it's as if no one else is around you. not a good feeling, but it's also a freeing feeling. i was in a school bus, and i didn't take my stop on the bus stop on accident.. we drove past small residential areas and i knew i shouldn't get off there.. so when we were in a bustling and developed city looking place I decided to go up and ask the bus driver lady if I could just get off there and she allowed me. i was worried she wasn't going to let me since it wasn't an official 'stop' but she did. mainly i was worried also because my phone was only on 23 percent, but i knew if i was in a city area i could probably find somewhere to charge my phone. i decided to walk to the big museum / gallery.. they were showing a scientific parasite themed exhibit.. it was … hm. well the actual building was extremely MASSIVE! labyrinthian?.. i was walking around… and behind one of the corners there was a show room full of these body bags covered in bugs and diseases all over the subjects.. it was disgusting. Dark corridors with employees "cleaning" them up and taking them away, (the bodies that were covered in invasive diseases). flesh eating diseases .. maybe the bugs are also parasites for feeding off the body in death i don't know?! i left that area really quickly almost immediately once i saw it and was taken aback.. i went into a decently brightly lit area which led into a weird minecraft walk thru kaleidoscope-esque mirror maze exhibit.. so random. there were lots of mirror mazes kind of horror like TO ME, but wasn't intended i presume.. i mean stuff like minecraft isn't scary obviously, but it just felt scary for some reason.. also, once you entered the exhibit for the maze, you couldn't see anything around you except for the "screen mirrors". like, picture how it looks when staring into a kaleidoscope but imagine that view is being reflected off of a mirror maze art exhibit situation BUT the mirrors are electronic screens. like.. headache and stomach ache sickening.. sort of like a VR type feeling also because you can't see yourself or anything else.. i was so scared I kinda held a random persons hand in there while flailing my arm around trying to feel if anything was nearby, they allowed it for a couple seconds but then shook me off- so I rushed to get out and kept going forward. the museum kind of looked like a massive concrete museum with unbelievably high ceilings along with a mix of a massive unfinished subway system. there was a bunch of turns, going up and down stairs, unfinished concrete areas that were full of "exhibits", dingy, wet feel… i can't exactly find a good image of what i saw, but it was definitely brutalist architecture vibes i think..i was getting a bit lost in the museum .. but finally i was in well lit areas with bustling people, near the foyer entrance. i also kept losing my backpack from some reason, but i kept finding it. lastly, there was weird amputated people .. or children? or maybe just small people? they were just tiny torsos, looking extremely diseased on their skin.. and their mouths were really weird and bleeding and also eyes looked a bit rotten.. (as apart of the exhibit event..) was it SFX or? i panicked because it seemed like one was gonna attack me so i kicked it over and ran.. i felt bad though, but didn't get in trouble for that so it's okay.

"there was these strange mind Aliens attacking the big massive school with cool Victorian library" essentially, i was in this HUGE university, it was clearly for extremely smart people.. i don't know why i was there really.. but i was tagging along with some people. we went to the library to get something which i forgot and it was absolutely PACKED, it was very dark in there but with bright hints of golden light in small spots of the room- from stained glass lambs and catholic styled decor .. it was weird though, because it was victorian style but still with modern computers and like, modern basic asf desks and plastic chairs lol.. Very smart ppl around , clearly looking us rudely… because we came in awkwardly to grab something as a group and then left immediately. you could tell it was exam season.. "The Guy" who helped me with the mind aliens and he was extremely nice.. and I walked around with him for a while also. i think he was learning to be some sort of doctor i dont know.. we left the school and us and others walked through this Strange massive mall, i'm not sure if it was connected in some ways or not? i don't remember exiting the school and walking to a mall, i wonder if there was underground access similar to how some subway systems have access to get to the mall from there. aesthetically, it seemed kind of korean, Seoul-esque and very white and modern. shiney.. there was literally a kpop wonyoung impersonator there singing in the middle of one of the corridors. i turned to the side and said you look more like wonyoung than her to a "friend" , but the friends "model" in the dream was legit just wonyoung even though it was not her .. i don't even know!! time past, everyone retreated somewhere else and eventually we got to these MASSIVE trees, treehouses and BIG wooden homes, holy crap the tree house and trees in general were HUGEEE, like i don't even know how to describe, it was just massively oversized trees, both in width but height. i've never seen something so massive.it was basically wooded forest area, kinda cottage like.. despite the totally monumental houses made of wood and light brown colours. so picture these massive trees but also hugely oversized homes to go with it. and also massive tree houses attached to the big trees, for some. it seemed that it was a big social gathering. there was a LOT of people. i met some girls and one had the same name as me but she barely heard me I had to repeat it like 3 times until she understood what I said.. it was awkward.. for some reason there was a group there of like 5 girls in suits [not stylish either, they were like fitted and 'sexy' suits almost halloween esque.] and one of the girls- a scary girl legit killed an older lady!! simply because they collided while walking. FUCKING nasty the way she killed her… first of all she put her into the ground and dug a rlly tiny hole in the ground- similar to a whales blow hole over the body. and for some reason poured canned cranberries onto her body and… I legit don't even want to type this…. i really can't describe what she did because it's so disgusting like fuck.. so sorry for teasing with that info but anyways, the victim shook the ground from being killed- and for some reason her inner body fluids erupted out of the blow hole in the ground and created sort of a fountain effect, spewing stuff everywhere, so everyone started running away…. i forgot what happened after that, but I found myself sitting inside the house kind of hiding as the dust settled.. and everyone left. I sat on the floor and pretended to be a lamp basically. very later on.. i distinctly remember Polaroid Pictures taken of our outfits .. and it seems everyone moved on from all the weirdness… "note from earlier: The aliens were i think not real? But it felt real so I would crumple up and cover my ears until they went away. also, I miss the Guy actually he was extremely comforting and knowledgeable ".

i was sitting in this large home, modern and in the hills.. the 'walls' of the home were just clear glass. it was very dark by now, when i looked out it was just stark black for a while and the interior of the home was barely lit, the only light from purple led lights. i was sitting on the couch not thinking about much, there was a girl across from me on the other couch staring at me. then there was an attempted (?) break in.. i was laying flat on the ground now hiding behind the coffee table, scary men in huge trucks i saw them pull up. their bright headlights beaming right into my eyes almost blinding me as i tried looking around from the ground. it was so loud, i woke up sweating in the middle of the night because this situation panicked me so much. i went back to sleep then i was back to school , it was normal and some people i knew from real life ..n then i walked down into the school basement and there was a huge underground lab; it was very disturbing and i heard screaming and shrieking from failed experiment humanoid creatures and i had to do a disinfectant chamber thing and it was so scary… it was a large lab but not open concept at all so there was a ton of small walk ways and corners and i was scared what i'd see or hear at every turn so I ended up sprinting and trying to find my way back there was such loud sounds and banging on old metal rails and screeching … like disturbing deformed high pitched screeching of something that went horribly wrong so I tried to find where I came from and there was this strong masculine lady guarding the dingy elevators in a long trench coat with a cane and she's like WHY ARE U SOAKING WET? And i was like I did the disinfectant ritual to get in and she's like oh okay, and shows me how to get out n then i went back to class. the rest of the dream is boring n not worth mentioning.

giant hotel , absolutely GORGEOUS THO! lots of evil men… lots of girls at a prestigious school, huge and confusing to navigate ugh… i kept going down dead ends and having to turn back awkwardly when there's giant groups of people right there… also really mean girls and scary tbh, some boys too but they were kinda irrelevant just background characters … the main evil man trying to kill us with strange techniques and get away from it, flawlessly….and undetected, he was a kinda older man, short clean cut black hair and glasses .. very square and boring looking man, menacing! lots of gems and pearls around.. not sure why? also remember us eating gems as food.. very skinny heh.. i got stuck in elevator by one of the evil man's accomplices… a much younger man than him; very evil and desperate! i was entering the elevator, he jumped into the elevator after me and then pressed a button which made the ceiling go down shorter; so now we were basically laying down on the ground of the thing.. he pressed one of the buttons to automatically stop the elevator for emergencies; and it was now half way inbetween a floor so it was completely blocked and I started panicking seeing the metal wall instead of a new floor …. he then unpressed the button and it somehow made it start sliding down slowly on it's own and unable to stop it … it was painfully slow and horrifying that I was basically slowly falling to my death , we were so scrunched and the light was blown out so it was really dark inside of there other than 1 small orange hued emergency light.. i put my head on his leg and then his stomach so when we fell my head wouldn't smash and I'd die . despite his job to kill me, he did not seem to be bothered with me using him to try and survive. he was completely silent which made it even worse , we fell all the way down it was legit horrifying and scary being alone with a strange man (not the main man tho) … i escaped, and i just ran!! and was getting away but of course he came back once we reconvened in this beautiful white room?….it was kinda like a lobby vibe but it was just a large open concept room kinda with access to outdoors and a white sand garden court yard , the room was white with powder pink n blue furniture and lots of gems and pearls, i was freaking out bc another accomplice arrived and I grabbed a rope covered in large and hard glass gems and smashed it as hard as I could on the ground and pieces were flying everywhere …. everyone went silent because of the loud clanging on the hard ground and looked behind us and the man was coming bursting through the door , he seemed angry but also calm at the same time ! he came speed walking in to "terminate us" .. he really said that! we all scattered like bugs and i dove behind a couch against the wall- i moved it with just one arm (sooo strong ) slightly away from the wall and squished myself into the crack (between the couch and wall)… He grabbed my leg out slightly and walked into the gap between the wall and blew a poisonous "alabaster" smoke into our mouths … (idk how that would even work so don't ask me.. also dont ask me why a poisonous smoke was referred to as alabaster bc I DONT KNOW OKAI well i do but ill talk abt later) … also before he did it and before he even got so close to us .. as he was walking into the room he literally said sorry and acted somewhat sympathetically and regretful at what he was about to do.. and really weird as if he HAD to do it… I held the smoke in my mouth trying not to breathe it in, he moved away but was hovering over me at a distance. I held my breathe and tried opening my mouth to let the poison escape on it's own but it was burning my eyes even tho I had them squinted shut and I was fanning it away frantically… next thing I know it's black and I wake up , so I guess I died or I panicked so hard and woke up..

well from what I remember I was performance arting lol which is funny because i really think nothing of performance art nor does it interest me at all.. okay but actually my little set up looked beautiful and it was interesting BUT first i remember i was all hype n excited.. and ready for my performance but as it kept leading up to my turn.. i was sitting on my set and i saw that a lot of other people just had a little canvas for their presentation n I had a whole ass set with giant bed, decorations, MY VESSEL acting in it.. sound track… so i was watching a few (some were also performances but quite tame.. )and then a few moments later the teacher gathered us all and told us the order of the presentations and i was going to be around the very end. and at the time i was relieved but also not because then it was gonna be really memorable because it was one of the last few.. i think i was so scared i forced myself to wake up so i wouldn't have to experience any embarrassment from actually doing it and witnessing… this dream was watching myself in 3rd person of course as usual… but anyways the actual art was that i was performing a commentary on a sensitive topic which is abuse, physical and sexual pretty much.. i remember as i was watching some of the performances my friend handed me a little blue compact full of makeup.. n i smeared some of the blue makeup on my legs and arms to be like bruises, and then pink makeup on the bottoms of my feet and my hands, and some small areas of my exposed skin.. im unsure the symbolism there.. possible wounds or impact marks. i also put some blue on my face. the soundtrack in the back, it was so last minute.. i literally remember seeing the white glow contrast in the dark studio room illuminating my face as i scrolled youtube for slow and emotional piano … the premise was basically the body is laying on the beautiful bed, pinks and white ruffly and beautiful blankets and fabrics, fabrics canopy and draping the area, but the body there is face down, looking limp, with bruises and splotches, the beautiful white dress is ripped and smeared no longer pristine! whilst the piano plays softly in the back.. the plan was to lay there until the song finished and cuts off with a gut wrenching scream to shock everyone. it's pretty clear and straight to the point what the point of it is

it was weird … i can't remember much. first of all super cute skirt, brown loafers, frilly socks n white tights… n LOTS of dead butterflies on the ground.. + a bottle of rose water to drink. the main thing I remember was an INSANE amount of butterflies , they were captured and had to be 'cleaned / fumigated'. for some reason…. i walked to the mall which was luckily right across from where I lived in my dream, (a little apartment) and was browsing the outdoor area after walking across the street.. I met with a bunch of random girls and they were like hurry get in here. 'here' .. which was a weird makeshift hut kinda thing tucked into a groove of the wall. They said we need to hide because they're gonna release the butterflies 🦋 and they may smell of the fumigation chemicals . so I went in and sat with them… we talked, they were a bit strange n catty but i was grateful they let me in anyways. the people doing the cleansing released them- a few got into the hut but it was fine.. I cant remember why i remember I came out of the hut first and randomly because I was curious.. there was THOUSANDS of blue butterflies… i stood there while they all flew around but then suddenly they collapsed onto the ground everywhere, dropping either dead or unable to fly anymore. i stood there staring down at them, i remember myself putting my bottle of rose water onto the ground and my brown loafers and frilly socks in my eye view as i looked down at the giant expanse of the blue butterflies, it's not relevant but i remember it being very visually appealing .. that was pretty much all I can remember… i know more went on prior to this , i remember being inside some stores , talking to people.. running away from people.. walking around a weird dangerous neighbourhood which is reoccurring (it's quite ghetto actually- I can remember it so clearly in my head but it literally doesn't exist outside of my dreams)…it's usually very grey n desaturated… lots of hobos n crackheads, i have to run a LOT.. weird alleys and fucked up Chinese restaurants lol.. but I can't remember any proper events from past dreams RN. i just know im constantly in a state of panic. ^_^

i was in an art class and we were doing critiques but it's just the teacher coming around to look through our paintings.. the student ahead of me, the teacher had a few critiques so he asked her to bring out some paint so he can guide her with correcting things…. i begin looking at my own stuff a bit panicked whilst he is instructing her, he steps away for a moment … when i look back she's completely ruined her painting by covering it up in purple paint, you can't see anything except for purple paint and the textures of the previous dried paint underneath the layer .. he looks very disappointed at her .. i don't remember the conversation… he walks over to me and critiques my stuff, he makes good comments .. says i have a creative mind, but then he says.. lift up your arms, and then sticks both hands hovering under my under arms, he says put them down and my arms close onto his hands. see? he says.. there wouldn't be a large gap in between the arm and the ribs like in your painting.. i nod. He tells me to sketch on top of my painting where I should fill in the gaps of the body to correct the anatomy.. he smiles and thanks me for being receptive . fast forward and class is out .. he sends everyone away. i get asked to stay after class, so i do.. he says have a good weekend everyone and I'll see you on Monday . everyone leaves the room and he locks the door behind him and turns off the lights. he walks over to his desk and plays a video on youtube about artists and it gets projects onto the wall. he closes the blinds and tells me to watch. i'm sitting on my stool in the corner of the room at a quite a large distance from him. he walks over while the video is about half way playing, grabs my stool whilst I'm sitting on it and tugs it closer to the centre of the room and starts circling my stool . you might not have the best technical skill, or the best anatomy.. that's fine, as someone will always be better at that than you, but you can never have your mind replaced- and your mind is absolutely wonderful and irreplaceable. i know you've been through many things in life , and that's why you don't relate to other students, or that's what you think. i think there would be many that you have things in common with, but you do not want to open up to them or try. do you talk to them? i've never really seen you talk to them. i shake my head no. you don't relate with people your age? i don't know i say. It seems like you get along well with your teachers. sometimes yes … if they're nice . am I nice? well, you're my favourite teacher. is that so? why's that? you're nice to me. everyone should be nice to you.. he walks away and i hear the clacking of his dress shoes on the cold and cheap classroom tiles. he puts on a new video displaying old artists and then about avant garde and the movement. we will be going over this in class next week, i figured you'd like to get a head start and research it for fun over the weekend. I smile and nod. the video plays and it finishes. he walks over to me and we talk for a while, i'm sitting on my stool and he is leaning on one of the student desks in front of me at eye level. he gets up and walks over to me , he goes behind me and touches my back. your back is so hard. this body is not soft and receptive, but it's twiggy, and hard, like you've swallowed a box of rocks and nails.. i'm just tense is all. you need to move around more and loosen up.. does it hurt? sometimes. he presses his thumbs into my back and slowly moves them (small pebbles and rocks) up and down. i straighten my back out to help the movement. i sit there silently whilst he talks at me about the video and his thumbs are pushing in my back muscles and crushing the rocks and nails into a powder that dissolves into my back tissue. okay, come over here. he motions his eyes over his desk so i stand up from my stool. he grabs a smaller stool and puts it in front of the desk . it's level with the desk, sit on it . i take a seat and he massages again. i'm going to use my elbow, okay? tell me if it's painful. he gently digs his elbow into my back, and i winced at the first feeling of it, i can hear rocks breaking and shattering inside of my back- but didn't say anything. he ignores the sound and keeps going, deeper into the muscles eliminating a few of the objects . you've never gotten a massage before? why? I don't know . i sigh a few times, and winced plenty at this weird sensation of pain but relief. he gets up and looks down. he leans over to the computer and turns on a new video to keep the room illuminated. there's only a few more minutes before I have to leave.. oh yes, don't forget the videos for next week okay? i nodded. he presses his thumb into a few straggling rocks left like he was popping bubble wrap. and then starts kneading it like dough. okay. that's enough. he helps me up off the desk and I stand there.. he gets up out the door and adjusts his clothing. thank you for advice about my paintings , and helping with my back.. of course, how does it feel? better? yes it feels better… um , can i have a hug? of course you can. I stand still. the teacher steps forward and engulfs me in a warm hug and I reciprocate it. I grab my binder off the desk and wave- he follows me and walks me to the classroom door as he unlocks it- goodbye mr. Goodbye miss. he shuts it behind me and I leave. i wake up ..

giant opulent bedroom maze giant glass feathers iris van herpen core situation it was just so beautiful and i wish so bad i could've taken photos .. from what i can remember… i was Running around … somewhat darkish hallways , dark brown or maroon red walls.. some giant vault like doors … the glass feather-like shapes were similar to a peacock tail how it's splayed open. They were white black and small amount of gold or silver. The doors were absolutely MASSIVE. Think of those almost comically large vault doors in banks.. etc. i ran to end of the hallway bc I was being chased by the keeper of these rooms (they were bed rooms for some reason..) .. i literally stumped upon this place because i was already somewhere but took a very wrong turn.. … i entered a Aqua / turquoise dimly lit room.. the bed was somewhat like an open shell shape.. like a clam opened with a pearl in the center.. but everything was covered / adorned with these giant glass feather like shapes like blown-glass GIANT pieces …. i didn't know how to describe but I think I can actually describe it like iris van herpen fashion but as beds, furniture, center pieces and chandeliers ..i jumped into the bed to hide but there was someone in the bed … and they grabbed me so I couldn't run away and then keeper caught up to me.. it was so scary / embarrassing that my body forced me up.. i attempted to try and draw what I saw but I got too frustrated because I really can't convey the sheer MASSIVENESS of everything there.. i was literally semi conscious whilst roaming around, practically sprinting to each room because i knew i'd see another thing that was beautiful with each turn or door i opened.. and had me in AWE. nothing I've ever seen before.. these items literally don't exist.. and if they did it'd simply but art installation pieces.. i wish so bad I could convey the proper feelings so you can see ..

i can barely remember the beginning of the dream but I remember i felt kind of alone and ignored. you know that feeling when there’s a lot of people around you yet you feel alone and outsider? i also want to say that most of my dreams.. about 95 percent of them i’m viewing in the third person from a slightly top down angle as if i was watching a show,, this is important today so pls remember! i remember feeling alone, it’s hard to remember because i was not properly lucid at this time… it felt like when you’re kind of zoned out staring somewhere and then you regain your consciousness once someone says something to you. i was standing alone in an empty room. it was small, with tan hardwood floors. ♡ 。.。: Someone walked in and came to talk to me and i could hear the clanking of their dress shoes on the floor. they came in wanting to talk . hands in Pockets and calm ..we talked a little, i can’t remember what we talked about though. I can’t tell if it wasn’t important or if my memory is simply hazey now. I remember they playfully grabbed my head and shook it around. wouldn’t this hurt ?.. and yet I was laughing and thought it was funny.. it was for fun and they weren’t trying to hurt me. now i’m sitting on the floor with my knees up, they’re pulling me by my head and pushing me like I’m on one of those small floor scooters you have in gym class as a child.. I wasn’t though, it was just my skirt on the floor allowing me to slide. i cant explain how that is possible tbh, it just happened.. this part of the dream felt very surreal for me, because i look up and see their 1 blue and 1 brown eye.. ..i looked up, i was in first person view. it was almost startling.. but felt so cool. i was really there… i felt stun locked there staring, but their eyes were always closing from laughing too hard.. playing, spinning, having fun.. my cheeks burned from smiling and laughing. 。.。: we leave the small room, and walk down the long white empty halls, it feels like a museum. and we’re outside the school… 𖧷 · ° . i remember, we’re standing on a patch of field near the exit door and there’s a large lake with these pink love ♡ boats, well.. More of a love kayak if i’m being honest. anyways they were available for people to go inside.. I climb in and they slightly push me into the water. I remember it, the water was quite green, but the sun still reflected a bit off of it. there was lots of moss.. I was paddling around with my hands lol … kind of like a doggy paddle- hunched over inside the small pink kayak (?). there were huge moss pads in the water. i keep paddling and they shout, don’t go over there! I turned my head and i see them speeding over to me, so i start paddling to get away from the area and i did safely. It was just really beautiful.. light blue and purple atmosphere .. they guide me.. I enjoyed just seeing the beauty of it all. I felt so unbelievably comfortable and warm …. so giggly … the difference between the love boat and goofy friendly energy of the situation . i felt really safe .. i could feel the cool temperature of the water on my hands with each paddle .. the HUGE dark green moss patches .. fuzzy.. .. oh wait was it algae ? I don’t think so because it was grassy and firm almost like mini islands in the water. it was an interesting set up of this large lake thing.. but it’s kind of a moat like concept because it intertwined around the large school which was connected to a mall….. somehow.. kind of funny. 𖧷 · ° . i’d like to say for reference since sadly i didn’t document many of my old dreams… schools are a common appearance in my dreams,, huge.. labyrinth and fancy ones. honestly, the content of some of those dreams do not compare to what i’ve been having lately.. it was mainly less heart warming situations ..i don’t know if i’d even want to share that kind of stuff but we’ll see. but the stuff i saw was absolutely beautiful, and i wish i could properly describe the beauty of it. but i have a lot of dreams ahead of me so cheers to that ! ^_^ ♡ i remember, once we entered the school again, we went through the door on the other side of the lake / “moat”.. This part is much more hazey, i was slightly waking up around then.. I just remember running around and skipping through the mall… it was large, it was kind of cold and light blue looking. Randomly, i kept hearing.. I don’t know if it was me or them saying.. Infinite.. infinity,, different, difference.. We were sprinting, it felt like no one is there but they are, i saw them. People just walking around, normal people.. older people, families. Only a few people were wearing school uniforms. speaking of uniforms, there were some workers bringing rows and rows of identical working uniforms on these large cart things, such as jumpsuits… i don’t know if it’s important but i found it random. as we are running, we start to slow down and i look at my wrist. It’s full, half way up my arm of these clear and shiny bead bracelets. they say to me, can we split them? But I want to keep them all, but i say okay i’ll give you some. We keep running.. fast. I wake up.