Deta97
Suicidal Alchemist and Dreamer
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- May 31, 2021
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My dream began with me being in an unknown apartment, looking out the window of what I assumed to be a kitchen, deciding whether or not to fly. I had the window opened and was about to jump, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to fly. So, I decided to try summoning people. Then, to my surprise, a blonde girl walks in, talking on the phone. She turns out to be my older sister [I have no older sister irl, and I’m black (as you can see in my avi)]. She gives me a warm welcome and hugs me. I hug her back. Her body and touch felt very delicate. It’s almost as though I could easily break her. She then heads off to her room.
Now that she’s gone, I went back to figuring out what I’m going to do in the dream. Right then, I decided to teleport and attempted it. It didn’t work. Then a big black guy walks in. He was our “mover” apparently. I try to ask him something. He didn’t hear me. My “sister” came and got the man to notice me, so I can ask him something. The man asks what’s up, but I forgot what I was going to say to him. Then I saw a big guy in camouflage shorts, who I assumed to be my “dad”, lying on top of the bed in the room ahead. So, I walk in and ask him which room is my room while attempting to ground myself in the dream by denying my waking life as a reality, treating it as though it was a dream. So, “Dad” got up and walked me over to my room.
Inside the room, was a bed with a beanbag for a mattress and a red blanket to cover it, different from what my bed is in the waking life. And a small desk with a desktop computer sitting on top of it. I decided to sit on my bed to pander this life I have in the dream and meditate. But that was when I made a huge mistake of closing my eyes, which caused me to warp into a different dream, which I can’t remember any details of it. And then I woke up.
Now that she’s gone, I went back to figuring out what I’m going to do in the dream. Right then, I decided to teleport and attempted it. It didn’t work. Then a big black guy walks in. He was our “mover” apparently. I try to ask him something. He didn’t hear me. My “sister” came and got the man to notice me, so I can ask him something. The man asks what’s up, but I forgot what I was going to say to him. Then I saw a big guy in camouflage shorts, who I assumed to be my “dad”, lying on top of the bed in the room ahead. So, I walk in and ask him which room is my room while attempting to ground myself in the dream by denying my waking life as a reality, treating it as though it was a dream. So, “Dad” got up and walked me over to my room.
Inside the room, was a bed with a beanbag for a mattress and a red blanket to cover it, different from what my bed is in the waking life. And a small desk with a desktop computer sitting on top of it. I decided to sit on my bed to pander this life I have in the dream and meditate. But that was when I made a huge mistake of closing my eyes, which caused me to warp into a different dream, which I can’t remember any details of it. And then I woke up.