Dream Archive
I dreamt of a giant perverted bug with a human face, man or woman it was impossible to tell, like sweaty clay it kind of felt hard to grasp the shape of it. We introduced ourselves and I found out their name was Gristle, they squirmed on the ground and spewed verbal filth from their mouth. I felt a strange kinship to Gristle in a way that was hard to explain, I found them utterly repulsive, a sick pathetic creature I could not free, yet…I remember crying and holding them at a point, tender like a mother with a child. It did not care it only wanted one thing, the thing I could give to no one.
This one just happened, I was being told by this lady she’d rob me of my sleep for making the house reek of Burgerfuel, that I’d be a hollow mirror of myself once I wake. It’s currently 5:00am, I’ve been awake for 30 minutes, I’ve thrown out the burgerfuel from my town escorted but can feel the weight of grease in the air, mixed with my already developing sickness these past few days and my inability to sleep I feel like I’m stuck in hell.
I was digging down, it was a terraria-esque world I was exploring and it was voiced over with a conversation with my dad and I talking about how tired he was and that he wanted to go to bed, I asked him why he couldn’t and he said he needed to check something on the computer. I said he’d left it too late to check and that I was going down, I was desperate, a fervour to find the center, I remember finding a reindeer pet to at accompanied me in the caves till it got replaced by a giant bee, in which instant my arm became a bedrill, I also had a sword on me. I remember him telling me it’d be an hour and I reluctantly said fine I’m ready and as I shut it down I awoke.
I'd spent the night at my friends after [City Festival], so when the dream played out in their flat I didn't question it. I'd gone to talk to my friend when they turned around a knife sliced my mouth open, hooking it from cheek to jaw. Blood poured from my mouth as my friends freaked out. however I only cared about not getting my shirt bloody. while they freaked out about calling an ambulance I stumbled over the sink to create less of a mess. I tried to tell them they'd have to call 111 because my phone was dead. I don't think words could've actually been made out through my mutilated face and constant flow of blood.
Something to do with Conquest from Invincible giving oral to a BBW alien and then talking about love & philosophy.
I dreamt of the hawk man again. I found him around the misty bay, sat at a set table with similar dolls from the 1st dream. -ones head rested on the table, one crumpled on the beach, one sat like a dog by his side, and the last upright at the table.
Sitting on the beach around the Bay, it's grey & calm as always, and my face is the cracked mask I made. I sit silently & watch the waves.
I was in the ocean with people from survivor being pranked by the host pretending to be a Jellyfish (he didn't look like one though) this went on for awhile until an Orca began hunting dolphins in the background which prompted the host to scream for us to swim, we climbed onto the shore of an island where we talked about how to get back to camp. As we tracked back through following the river we saw chimps using snare traps to kill ducks.
I'd been in the dark,the echoes of my footsteps the only thing guiding me through the void. I jump to a scene of a stage light illuminating the form of a suited man with a hawks head cradling the life sized body of a doll. From the Dolls neck flesh was pulled taught by the Hawks beak, it stared at me as it ate. I could do nothing but watch in horror, transfixed by him as he sat on his stool, backed by a red curtain.