RUDYS DREAM(B)LOG
Otherwise known as a Freudian slip, but not the one you're thinking of! Here I document my dreams as I wake up so I can psychoanalyse them and let them haunt me for years to come.
Here's your one and only warning that I dream about weird stuff and I dream about scary stuff. Tread lightly if you have triggers and above all be mature if you're gonna whine.
Sadly I deleted my dream journals for the years 2020 through 2022, but I'll still upkeep this one. Most of these entries will be made ~5 minutes after I wake up, so don't scream and cry when new dreams inevitably have a bunch of typo's and spelling mistakes. I'll correct them eventually! Probably.
17/03/2025;I was four hours late to my shift, and got sacked because I took my socks off in work. They escorted me off site with a police officer who gave e some dark red sprinkles? And when I got home, my parent had swapped my room for hers as I would not be moving out with the loss of my job so I got the bigger room to live in. |
09/03/2025;I was living in a sort of facility where this fictional horror RPG was reality. Every so often I'd get the chance to read the wiki for the game I was living and learn about the things I was fighting and the lore. After a while I learned that I was playing/living the levels of the game that had been removed from the actual game due to being too scary for release, like actual death audios and unkillable super-enemies you had to run from instead of kill. Despite this, it wasn't a nightmare. |
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20/02/2025;I was trying to go to work but these ten-year-olds kept asking me to go into the forest to get some metal bits for them to play with? So I told them we tie naughty kids by their big toes to the bumper of our car and scared them off. |
17/02/2025;A GG Allin-esque wannabe rockstar asked if I'd pay to buy a pair of his jeans that he had just put on the floor and pissed on, and I said absolutely not unless you raise their worth. So we went back and forth trading things to raise the worth of these pissy jeans. I didn't get to see what was deemed 'worth it' enough to trade. |
DATE LOST;I was a part of the cast of The Magnus Archives, though we were space researchers in a field for some reason. I saw Helen Richardson in the field and she gave me some loving and caring words of advice. Daisy received a fortune from a clairvoyant not to date Basira. |
DATE LOST;I was in a very liminal version of my village, and I entered what felt like my nans house, but it was not her house. I fought and killed a goose in the living room, and it was as shocking and frightening as if I'd actually killed a goose in real life. When I killed it I put it in a washing basket. Lots of people I didn't know stared at me in horror at what I'd done. |
DATE LOST;A beautiful big-chested blonde surfer-looking jock bro invited me to his house, sat me between his legs, and dressed me in his sweat-soaked button-up shirt. I could feel the subtle dampness and slight coolness where his sweat touched my skin. Incredibly erotic dream. |
DATE LOST;My mother was a white owl-faced centipede and my father was an ant-torsoed centaur corpse. We took the corpse of an angel out of the fridge and ate chunks out of its body and it was the texture and taste of sweet crumbly meringue. Our front door locked on a system based on fertility, a 'barren womb' meant the door was unlocked and a 'fertile womb' meant it was locked. I went to walk to my nans house and the grass was made of human hair and the grudge was staring at me through her front window. Dream ends. |
DATE LOST;I was a murderer and Kalvin Garrah was my brother, who was also the reason I was a murderer since he was making me do it. I killed both of our parents and a horse, before running away to Cardiff. While there, he followed me, but I had a gun that dehydrated him into jelly cubes. The dream ended after a cliffhanger possibility he could turn back into his normal body if the scientists were allowed to continue developing a rehydrator gun. |
19/01/2021;I was covering mam's pyjama top in nutella and eating it, but halfway through I realised it was a weird thing to do so I stopped. She soon after came home - before I'd had a chance to take out the binbag it was in - so I had to keep hiding it in various places to sneak it out and into the outside bin. |
04/01/2021;I attempted to make my cat, a beautiful domestic longhair pure-ginger girl, into a coffee at coffee school. I don't remember if I succeeded or not but I like the image it brings up in my mind of a cute little caramel-orange kitty coffee graphic. |
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