01/18/2023 08:37 AM  Life stuff Current mood:  weird I'm gonna try to get used to writing actual life updates here instead of dreams only. I'll do both. I'm too aware that anyone can see this so I am hesitant to be completely open, however I highly doubt anyone will be reading this besides me.  I still don't have my license because I have a large amount of autism and I'm scared. (That wasn't a joke) I'll be going to classes soon to finally learn how, and hopefully after that I will start my career in tattoo. Tattoo is probably a terrible choice for me because of the part where I'm gonna have to touch a bunch of people which is my least favorite activity but what other option is there as an artist? Probably a few but I'm kinda looking foward to being able to call myself a tattoo artist because how cool is that? As a hobby, I'm gonna join a band. I originally wanted to start a band but I'm afraid of confrontation, don't have the guts to kick someone out. But I've been sitting in my room doing nothing but art and guitar for almost a decade, and I'm dying to actually do something with it. I don't really desire to be around other people but I don't want to get old and be mad that I was never in a band. I mean, my mom is in a band. How can I let my mom be cooler than me. I'm joining a freakin band.  I've been locked away in my room since I left public school in 9th grade and I'm just a bit spooked to start living normal life. I have forgotten how to do it.  I never knew how to do it in the first place, but now I have to be an adult on top of all of it. I think most of my generation feels like they're behind though so I'm not too scared for myself. I'll be alright.  I've been drawing a lot so I can send mail to my childhood best friend. We used to live right next to eachother and would just walk down the road and stuff things in eachother's mailboxes so this will be fun for the both of us. I wish I could go back in time so much. I was watching hannah montana last night and I started freaking out about how long ago 2006 was. Time is terrifying. People always say it's not real but it definitely is. Also, Hannah montana is just as corny as I remember it being, but the aesthetic is unmatched. The outfits are wonderfully disgusting and I must recreate them. I've been slowly building up a hannah montana wardrobe for the last three years and I can't wait to scare the public by wearing a sequined scarf in the summer.  Heres a dream I had: My legs were replaced with my brother's legs, and he's like a foot taller than me. So I had my body but these long scary man legs. Also, I had a giant growth on my back that was shaped like a cowboy hat. I was staring in the mirror at myself wondering why the hell I looked like that. Instead of freaking out and crying, I started doing the griddy. I woke up in a sweat. bye 0 Comments

12/15/2021 02:36 PM  ...What Current mood:  confused In this dream, I was watching a live stream. In this live stream, Brian Quinn from Impractical Jokers was in a dingy, nightmarish room laying on a small bed clearly meant for a toddler. The sheets on this bed were Hello Kitty print. He was completely naked except for a pink diaper. "Change" by Deftones was playing in the background. Brian was giggling and kicking his feet back and forth. There were sippy cups and pacifiers laying on the floor. I watched this sh*t for like 20 minutes before I realized that it was abnormal. The reason I realized it was abnormal, however, was because I knew that Q is wealthy and he seemed to be in an abanonded trap house. So I commented about it, and he read my comment, looked at the camera and said "Yeah. I am rich. This is my second house, where I go to 'Be baby'".   Anyways, I have had many horrible, gorey nightmares, but this one tops them all.  0 Comments

08/02/2021 05:47 AM  Long Zombie Dream Current mood:  weird I write these for my own entertainment and as a way to keep a log of my dreams, so I apologize for the length, but it was extremely vivid. My dreams regularly play out like a confusing movie and tend to have some sort of plot, so everything I've written is legit, nothing is embellished. This is just how it really felt for me.  A zombie infection was spreading across the world. My brother, mom, and I were packing to leave the house as soon as possible. The sun was starting to set, so we left and set up camp somewhere in the woods.  For a while, everything was fine, but soon I could hear rustling leaves in the distance. The sound was getting closer, and so was the gurgling sound; I knew it wasn't an animal.  I alerted my brother, and we grabbed our guns and opened the tent, waiting for the monster to get closer.  It wasn't one monster, it was about six.  They had weird bubbly heads and blueish purple skin. Their eyes were gone. They had long spindly arms and moved like fire ants. When the fight was over and the sun began to rise, we headed towards a nonexistent Louisiana town called Broderville. This town was impoverished, and so small that most people living there were related- and probably incestuous.  Something about being inbred made the infected more aggressive. I knew it was going to be hard to protect myself as well as my mom, but she was basically useless in this dream, so I had no choice.  I feared our next destination, the only school in town, Broderville High.  Most of the walk to the school is as blur to me now, but I do remember that the town was basically nothing but endless plains of dead grass and humidity. I was probably dying under my heated blanket in the real world.  Then we saw the school. Armageddon had only started in the last few weeks or so, but this school looked like it had been abandoned for 20 years. The infection could take over a human body in less than ten minutes, so I knew that the school was going to be loaded with former students who just didn't have enough time to escape; now gross gargling monsters.  We pried the rusty doors open and glanced inside. It was dark. Beams of natural light helped a bit but the hallway was too long and dark to tell what was waiting for us. But we could hear the shuffling. They were everywhere. We quietly stepped inside and crept past them. They couldnt hear or see us, luckily.  We walked into a classroom for shelter, and I reached to close the door. There was a rotten arm blocking me from closing the door. The thing started hissing and screeching, which got the attention of all the others. They were running for the door, grabbing the door handle and throwing themselves against it. My brother and I were trying to shut it while screaming for our lives.  Finally, we were able to shut the door and lock it. We sat on the floor to calm down. About 20 dream minutes passed, and then my mom got this look on her face. "Oh no." she mumbled.  "What?" I asked. She made that face she always makes when she's guilty. "I left the guns outside."  God. I just knew it was going to be my duty to go and retrieve them.  The infected had been away from the door for a long while, so I could slip out. I just didn't want to. I have never felt dread quite like this before. My heart was in my stomach.  We had closed the door behind us, so if I made any sort of sound trying to get it back open, I was surely dead. My only choice was to go through the broken window in the boiler room.  The boiler room was lit by a neon green emergency light, and that's it. I could see a yellowish, gooey arm at the entrance of the door. This was not a regular zombie, whatever this was.  I stepped inside. I could hear heavy breathing. Deep breathing, like a bear. Then I looked. This thing was like 9 feet tall and absolutely disgusting. It was literally a bloater from The Last of Us. It heard me, of course, and I ran back down the hall way while this thing stomped towards me, trying to grab me. I was pushing my way past the little zombies, and they were grabbing on to my clothes and hissing.  I opened the classroom door and yelled for my loved ones to just run for it. We were swinging our fists, screaming, pushing, kicking, anything we could do to get out.  Fast foward, I am on a bus with some remaining survivors. Everyone is asking me how I fought the infected and I feel like a celebrity. I bring up the big yellow guy, and this girl who's dressed like a pokemon trainer gives me a sad look. "That was hunter."  I was so confused. She explains that hunter was someone she went to Broderville high with, and she is devastated to hear that he was one of the infected.  I hop off of the bus and my mom welcomes me into a cabin. Then I wake up.   0 Comments

07/11/2021 03:13 PM  Puppet Show Current mood:  gloomy Another Nightmare. This one is an old one from my actual dream journal.  I jumped a fence and landed in someone's backyard, there was a crappy little rectangular brick house.  On the other side of the yard, an old rusty car was parked in the corner.  There was a man wearing sunglasses sitting in the driver's seat, and I could see him moving.  The closer I got, the more I could see that he was tapping his finger on the steering wheel.  I started to get the uneasy feeling that I couldn't shake. When I got close enough to the window, I could see that his tapping finger was actually hung up by a string, being moved by a couple of gears that were leading to the garage. His sunglasses were being used to hide the fact that his eyes were rotting out of his head.  Like a moron, I started walking toward the garage. The doors opened up, and there was a pudgy little teenager with a blonde buzzcut sitting on a box. He looked like what bullies look like in every cartoon. When I looked at the walls, I saw that they were covered in his "puppets" which were literally just corpses that he'd turned into mechanical dolls.  "Do you like?" He asked. I darted the hell out of there- or atleast I tried to- but he started grabbing at my ankles with his crusty little fingers.  I eventually was able to escape after climbing through a bunch of uncomfortable small spaces, but the feeling of doom remained for the rest of the dream.    0 Comments

07/09/2021 07:14 PM  Melting Grandpa, Unknown Caller Recent Nightmare. I apologize for whatever grammar mistakes are in this, I just wanted to jot this down before I forget it.  I was visiting my step family. We were all sitting in the living room chit-chatting, my step grandpa in a recliner across from me.  He raised his finger to tell me something. Everyone turned their attention to the two of us.  "Libby, did you know, did.. d-...d-d-d-d-d-d-...did-" He lowered his hand. His eyes started to water and turn red, they slowly sank into his skull. I was terrified. I thought he was having a medical episode of some sort, but then his entire body began to sink into the recliner.  Soon, he had vanished. His empty, grandpa-shaped clothing was the only thing left of him. I was so confused. Everyone in the room had their mouth open in horror. Whatever this was, it was supernatural.  We all sat up from our seats and went outside to process things. About five minutes later, my phone began to ring. "Unknown Caller" it read. I picked it up. "Hello?" I said. A feminine, yet deep and taunting voice replied. "Don't cryyyy." It said. It sounded like someone was impersonating my great aunt.  "Who is this?"  "Don't be a babyyy abouttt ittt..." I could hear it grinning in it's voice. Whatever this was, it had been the thing that melted my grandpa.  "Leave me alone." It started to laugh, and I could hear other high pitched voices laughing with it in the background.  I hung up. The sky turned dark. Crows were flying in circles around me. I woke up because my heart was racing.   0 Comments

06/19/2021 08:44 PM  Spongebob revenge 2 https://youtu.be/hsrywkWpiWE 0 Comments

06/19/2021 08:38 PM  Dreams I tend to have very vivd and crazy nightmares. I think I am going to start sharing them here. I know that listening to someone talk about their dream is on the list of Most Boring Things on the Planet, but I simply do not give a dang. 0 Comments

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