Feather Spiral

Cain.

Granted, now you are stuck inside a tin of powdered tea and can't get out.

I wish I were more motivated to keep writing and drawing.

Samurai Spiral.

Makes me think of a samurai swinging his sword in circles and the blade looks like it's coiling because of the fast motion.

Sadly no. I kinda want a t-shirt now though

Hrm.

A bucket of cotton candy?

be lookin so happy and dandy <3

Holy hell I haven't been in the forums for maybe years now.

So last night I dreamed I was being rounded up with others by a buncha weird people. For some reason they decided to bring some personal belongings back, including my little Swiss army knife. I grabbed it, and it actually contained like two dozen different tools, like a screwdriver and a small pair of pliers. I ran for it, broke out of prison, tore a panel off the wall, and used that panel to snowboard down a very steep hill (this part was the longest).

A couple weeks ago, I dreamed that I’d moved into a country house with a huge empty plot of dirt on the front. I was with my dad on my new neighbor’s plot (same layout) and they seemed like a pretty nice person.

Before that, it was some ghosts in a mansion, seemed like students who’d died doing rituals from a massive ancient book. They tried to subtly incite me to perform a rite too, then chased me around the mansion when I refused.

I would love a night without any artificial lights so I can see the Moon and all the stars.

Of course, more than anything else, a perfect night would be one where I manage to sleep well, without anxiety waking me for hours at a time...

I dreamed I was a giraffe, and for some reason scared of being suspended (like in an elevator car).

Anyway, I was part of a group who took an elevator deep underground to visit a "secret" lab complex. For the last segment of our ride, the car went sideways between vats of some liquid we called "lava".

While the others discussed where we were allowed, I went into one an amphitheater-type classroom. I asked a student what she was reading, but she answered at the same time I talked, I didn't understand. The professor arrived shortly after, so I politely left to go looking for the group.

They were in a much larger room, where we had some fun with clothing/accessories made of goo. They were telepathically controlled and shaped, but only by the person(s) touching them.
Then the Joker showed up, so we fought him with the telepathic goo, but he could also touch it to make it fight back (and fight each other). I managed to defeat the Joker by ramming my goo down his throat too fast for him to grab it.

Then we'll talk after you spent like a billion years building mass from the matter your gravitational well collected.

On 2021-09-14 at 4:58 PM, Kujamih said:

Why is the world round!?

Because gravity.

Couple weeks ago, I dreamed of visiting a "haunted house" attraction, where one of the rooms was protected by a giant Eastern dragon robot. For some reason I climbed on top, then it flew really high up really fast - but when I said I understood and respected it, it slowly glided back down to let me off.

Would make for an interesting concept, if I ever get around to writing scifi/fantasy again.

There's a lot of abuse (both the violent type and the manipulative kind) from my sister, but this is becoming ridiculous.

She's been claiming our mother "dOeSn't LovE mE" because mom doesn't immediately give her the answer she wants... to a complaint about a decades-old event.

Our mother, who has a medical degree and could've easily had a fulfilling career as a nurse. Who instead chose to dedicate her life to her autistic daughter.
But "doesn't love" that daughter just because she's a human fucking being. Because she can't stand ready to soothe this fully grown adult woman 24/7.

"Parents" who let their children scream at the top of their lungs, or squeal high enough to crack ice, in a public place (especially closed). I've been an infant and I never screeched like that for no fuckin reason (or even -with- reason).

Likewise with kids running in tight spaces, or squeezing through narrow gaps with other people's shit in them. And they get puzzled, shocked, even utterly offended when you try to keep them in check.

Finally - teens and "adults" who pull the exact same kind of stunt because they have a negative number of brain cells...

This is what happens when you buy into the hype of "be your child's friend, not a figure of authority". This is why so many teachers are quitting, they're sick of picking up slack after neglectful "parents" and still being treated as the enemy.

I'm not advocating you beat the shit outta your child, just teach them that this kind of horribly toxic behavior isn't acceptable. And if you're on one extreme or the other, you should not be allowed to have custody of children at all.
For your kid's own sake, and for everyone else's.

I wish my life were stable enough that having a dog were viable. As it is, we're stuck with relatives' and neighbors' pets (which is in Turkey while we live in France).

Reviving this thread because I had a dream last night with a rather complex storyline.

I was in a skyscraper with a buncha kids and young-uns, hunted by a handful of men in black suits. I think because they have superpowers and the government wants them or something? Mine were teleportation, a malleable body, and a sense of when our enemies are near.

We huddle up in a room, where a few more youth join us and I worry about that commotion being heard by the bad guys. As the men enter the room next to us, I tp to them and get them distracted, then run down a corridor while the others attack together.
I jump through a window and act like I fell to my death, but turn into a giant paper plane to slow down near the ground, then secretly climb the tower again.

There’s a man on the roof searching for fugitives, so maybe they figured out my trick? So I grow tiny spines on my fingers (like Spider-man) to grip the building, crawl on the walls to avoid his patrols, sneak up and assault him from behind.
We end up in a small bathroom, with his gun in my hand but he has a spare, so we have a standoff as I try to find out why the men are hunting us.

First I went through some sort of gate to fly my small kite, but the... tail? was too short, so I pulled it further down. I began flying the kite, with a row of trees to my right and a high-voltage line on pylons on my left. The kite was going more towards the left and almost touched the electrical line, so I pulled the string to the right and tried flying lower.

In the second dream I set up some cameras, and put out plastic bags with prescription medicine, as a social experiment of sorts. A few people came and looked inside the bags, a few actually stole some medicine. One man even shuffled real deep in one of the bags and filled his pockets.

A house with a powerplant (or generator?) section that was mysteriously locked off at daytime. It opened at night - the generator was connected with some cords, but they sparked right next to the jerrycan of fuel. Then a zombie and a skeleton emerged, I tried hitting them with a shovel but my dream went to 3rd-person view and showed the blows being ineffective. So the protagonist (now separate from me) apologized and tried to explain he reacted rashly, but the undead monsters just began corrupting his mind. I saw his brain being consumed by it, then reach out to a massive hivemind and the corruption receded greatly. The undead said "but we know their plan", the corruption sprung back even faster and the monsters began to attack the protagonist. Finally he reached out to his dead grandmother, whose ghost appeared and successfully stopped the monsters' attacks.

I have a lot more in my journals, but this is the latest one. Another recent dream is being in the Paris catacombs, and seeing the supposed "behind-the-scenes" of that famous found-footage video.
According to my dream, the man who was filming... found a giant queen bee (or hornet), then got chased by regular-sized worker bees/hornets but they were too tiny to be seen on the camera...

Recently I rediscovered some notes about other dreams I had during a stay in Istanbul; like one where I found an illustrated story book and suddenly began living the sequel. The villain was someone at the library that the book was from, and as I wrote notes in my sketchbook, the storybook updated too. The villain stole both books and left a note telling me where to find them, it was a trap but I remembered writing a weakness for him so I managed to get out. Despite me putting the books someplace safe, the librarian told me it was on the desk (albeit a bit dirty), and sure enough it was there with my sketchbook. The story ended with "they did not survive the assault", but I realized it was stuck to the previous page, so there were two blank pages where I could write the build-up, and make sure "they" targeted the villain.

Ugh why can't I focus on anything necessary to adult life? and instead obsessively think about random songs?

And why's my belly constantly clenched? why's my stomach so queasy, I shiver and click my teeth, since my COVID shot?

I've been feeling sick (feverish and sore) for three days since my vaccine, now I had a rather intense couple of coughing fits.

Either I've caught something for real, or the vaccine was too good at tricking my immune system. I'm told the second dose hits worse (got Pfizer-BioNtech), so I fear my next appointment.

I'm at an age where everybody else has at least ten years of work experience (not necessarily the same...)
Yet I have maybe half a year's worth, and virtually no energy despite having taken a long break.

I did miserably as part-time teacher for eight weeks, got bronchitis from it and been coughing on and off ever since (it's been... four years oh god) and failed the exam for becoming a real teacher. Before that, I'd barely gotten my Master's degree, with the promise that I would abandon research (yeah, I should've taken the other option of repeating the traineeship)

Nowadays I don't even have the willpower to write the stories I'd been planning to write since my university years.

I feel like, aside from the last couple years with the quarantine, I've just been a dead weight while everyone around me has been moving forward with their lives.

Dogs are definitely top-tier for me. They're as outgoing and affectionate as I am introverted and shy.

My therapist has one, he was so starved for love on my last session. I couldn't resist, and spent half the time crouched or sitting on the floor next to the poor thing. He was shedding though (it is spring) but I honestly didn't much care, I just let him slurp all over my face and stuff.

I wish I weren't scared to commit... new courses, creative projects, even relationships.

Yes, my conscious brain knows, the road to success is riddled with failures. But try explaining that to my motivation... it won't let me move on from past frustrations and disappointments.

Something about... a creature or armor set? showing up for a detective game... where kids (or regular adults, not detectives or cops in training or anything of the sort) try to guess... something I forgot

He kept showing up with extra armor pieces so they'd try again, I think because they kept guessing wrong and he was trying to help them?

There also was a second dream, but I noted it in my journal for its storytelling potential and so won't be sharing it here.

I had at least five different dreams. Wrote down two of them in my journal for storytelling potential, didn't remember anything of two others.

The remaining dream, my father had left his empty plate and glass and dirty cutlery on the dining table as he usually does. Except this time, my mother hadn't put them away, and in the morning told me: "Do you know why your dad left this work for you? Because he knows you're useless at home."

One of those I wrote down, though... not sure what kind of wacky story I could include it in

There was this wormhole of sorts, invisible actually, leading from the ground to the top of a power line bundle (and the lines were supported by very tall concrete pylons). I was controlling some tourism "train", you know those sightseeing things that aren't actually trains cause they go on regular roads and not railway. I told the visitors about the wormhole, then the myth of some angry radioactive kaiju who'd created it. Then I took the mini "train" through it, where it rested across the power lines near one of the pylons, being stuck forever I guess.

Sadly I forgot the full story of why the kaiju got angry and created a wormhole, but I'm sure it was very cool.

I had (at least) four distinct dreams last night, at least two of them were Terraria-related as I've been playing it a lot lately (even staying up till midnight or so). I don't remember them though, just one of the other two.

Parents and I were on a picnic, napping in the cool breeze (which is unthinkable irl because I'm chilly). Mom took out some sunflower seeds to eat, but spilled them next to me and they were crawling like bugs. So she started collecting them, while they tried skittering off and a few were on me, like my collarbone and mouth. I was ok with that tho... I'm not squeamish when it comes to bugs, generally.