120: Azathoth.
A what?
A half dime is the old silver five cent coin that was smaller in size than half of a dime that was minted and used in the USA before they switched it to the nickel. A trime is the tiny silver 3 cent coin that the USA minted for purchasing stamps for postage because the price of one stamp decreased from 5 cents to 3 cents.
Hate to admit it but this is so true
122: A dream where I was left behind in a desolate shack in the middle of a desert scape by my family, I remember being all giddy as a kid thinking we would be staying in there for a bit as some kind of holiday(?) or something to that extent only to look out and see the family car driving away, I remember I woke up crying so bad it caused swelling.
122: I rarely dream these days, since my sleep schedule is too messed up.
For the first: I had a dream where my parents died and me and my brothers (we were kids when I had the dream) had to survive this weird orphanage with freakishly tall, Tim Burton @$$ bunk beds. I had the same dream each night for a week. I was like... 10... I can still remember the dream perfectly, and it still creeps me out, simply because how weird it is. That's the same week I first had sleep paralysis too.
122: In this dream, I was a female angel with my wings atrophied and improperly attached to the front on my belly rather than the back. I was treated as disabled, and had to have someone else carry me up into a lot of elevated entranceways, because I couldn't fly myself. It made me feel sad to never be able to fly on my own. The one who would fly me up was my childhood friend. She had long golden hair tied into a bun and large and beautiful white wings. We went everywhere together. We eventually got married and had several children(I was the one who carried them, though we were both their biological parents). I woke up feeling a sense of loss.
I remember a lot of dreams
MangaDex purge. It really feels like a bad dream that I wish to wake up from.
Trime
Because more money, henceforth.
Bro's Dreamless
I used to force myself to recall my dreams right after waking up, like jotting down a few keywords. Our brains basically hit the "delete" button on dream memories the second we open our eyes. As for the one I remember with crystal clarity—the kind that sticks without any effort—it goes like this:
I've thought about this for so long but still can't figure it out. My life is basically a dream.
