I took a nap after I got off work today because I had to head in at 5am today. I had a dream where I was traversing an ever burning field where werewolves lived in the not burning parts. I even conversed and broke bread with them. They even had cook fires. Like why do you need a cook fire your home is literally always on fire

And like what an absurd concept that is. How did my brain even come up with that? Dreams like that are why I don’t believe that dreams have any real meaning.

  • Count Regal Inkwell
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    4 days ago

    I often get really grumpy because in my dreams, my brain feels effortlessly creative (though perhaps creative in a less ‘literature classic’ way and more ‘best of Ao3’ way)

    Then again, maybe it’s just my buzzed sleep-brain THINKING the ideas it comes up with feel creative and entertaining, as I tend to forget most of the minute details of my storyline-dreams except for some general ideas.

    I remember a dream about being a journalist in a dictatorial society, in a fight with my fellow journalists and two rival newspapers over whether we should uphold the truth or just publish slop that the government approved of, knowing that the latter would earn us a comfortable living and the former was a bankruptcy-at-the-nicest scenario. All tied up in a complex web of interpersonal drama between all those people including myself, who all had a shared past.

    Then I have the joke dreams. Love when those happen. It’s like a nightmare except instead of waking up with a scream, I wake up with a laugh. The other day I dreamed that I looked at a television, and it showed the opening animation for a news program, but the program was called “ESPETA O CU” (“prick your ass”) and I laughed so hard I woke up.