Sunday, July 16, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 8:47 AM

20230716 This could be from two different dreams, but I only remember two fragments.


In the first dream, Clone Medic Kix (from Star Wars The Clone Wars; wearing phase 2 armour) and I looked at each other as if confirming we saw the same thing happen. It was almost dark, and there were human-size chunks of permacrete rubble around us. ARC Trooper Echo was behind Kix, focused on something far in the distance.

In the second dream, I was looking straight out a front door that was wide open. The door frame was wood and tinted an orange-honey colour, and the walls around it were a pale, daffodil colour. Outside, the sky was dark and heavy, like a storm brewing at dusk. The trees and bushes were black and swaying in front of the black iron fence that surrounded the front yard.

 

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Friday, July 14, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 10:44 AM

 20230714 Cookie and I met up with Mango, though I barely remember if he brought his young, two-year-old son. Mango pushed an aged, large-windowed door open as we exited a store. Underneath the door's fresh coat of dark green paint were many dents and scratches. Despite being lightweight, the hinges made it difficult to swing open.

 

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Wednesday, July 12, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 3:17 PM

I don't remember when I had this dream, but it was in the last week of June/starting July.


I don't remember the context, but I was in an old house with Cookie. The walls were red-bricked, but the windows were painted white, yellowing with age. I was pouring boxes of table salt, in thick, straight lines, in front of every shut window.*

* It's implied, but not said nor did I feel the emotion we were in danger, but I was trying to keep something evil from entering the house.

 

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Wednesday, July 5, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 8:09 AM

20130705 I can barely remember. I entered a room that I had the impression was a lunch room. Strangers were seated around a few glass tables. I scanned the room, then sat alone at an empty table. I didn't see Spritz in the crowd, but he got up from his seat and whispered in my ear to meet him in the courtyard before he left the room.


I gathered my things and went there. It was dusk, and he was strolling along a poured concrete path, surrounded by tall, tan grasses.

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Cookie and I bought a house in a hot, spacious area with almost red-orange dirt. It looked like Strangerville in The Sims series or a desert in Arizona. It was a small house, but we had many acres of dry land.

Some days later, a WWE truck rolled in. They liked the area too and settled in, building a ring and more on the land.

Cookie and I invited our high school friends to see our new home. They came, including Gingerbread.
We ate dinner outside as the sun set, and incandescent bulbs barely lit our dinner plates. I saw someone creeping up behind Gingerbread as we ate. I thought it was John Constantine, but as he came closer, it was Biscotti. We went to the lounge we built, separate from the house, explaining WWE'S presence.

 

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