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HATE THAT IPHONE MAKES THEN SIDEWAYS!!!! T_____T

@57 looking into it

@59 its not on u it does thas shit even when i post on newgrounds

@54 doing drawings is such a great idea :0 i have a dream journal as well but its just written

@56 raah i just clocked the awoke hud element is a blokes hariy arm, diagetic ui ftw.. trespasser vibes

@65 i fuckin love trespasser.. when i was a kid i used to be obsessed with games like alone in the dark 2008 that let u control full motion with the stick, i used to think it would be the Future of Gaming.......

@85 ... Yeah, it was quite a tough dream and then the second dream. The second dream was in this huge estate mansion and it was huge, it was rolling and massive and endless. At first we were only in a sort of dining chamber, waiting room, but it was essentially a dining room, having a meal. These long tables, and everyone sat at these tables was blonde, pretty much, blonde and American, LA, Utah curls, the south, sunshine places. At the end of the table, I was maybe two thirds down the table, three quarters. On the far left side, in the beginning part of the dream, there was one table in the room, one long table, one sat at the head. At the head was a man, cold and judging and stern and overseeing in a certain way, but also in another way, oblivious, perhaps manipulatable. And it came, slowly the concept revealed itself. Before that even, we'd been invited into this girl's bedroom. So it was a bedroom that became bigger and bigger, stretched out as the dream formed itself. She had this huge room, chamber with a dining room aspect in it. And at first I wasn't sure if it was the kitchen, dining space, her bedroom. She was so thin, in yoga pants and a long vest, shoulder bones smooth and sharp and stomach like a sheet of metal no fat. We came in through the side door. And the table, the long, the huge table, that seated a hundred people or something. It seated about, yeah, it was made of hard oak wood and on a platform, a stage almost. We, everyone around me was American and blonde. And I was feeling really insecure and confused at what it was. It transpired, we'd been invited there. All of these other girls had at least been invited there because this was an extremely rich and well-asseted girl. We were served food on large plates, beans, sweet potato fries. Eggs. I was hungry and ate some, I saw other girls picking at theirs but the rich girl was poised, moved the food around her plate, didn’t eat hardly. I felt ashamed, tried to undo the damage I’d done by eating anything at all, felt embarrassed and fat and childish for not having control. The tone was already set though and the others cemented what I was in their heads. The man at the end was her father and they had invited these influencers, teen influencers, teen lifestyle influencers, to interview kind of. It's like in Vampire Diaries when they do the thing where they, what is it called? Where they present themselves young women presenting themselves. Let me find out what it's called. Not Confirmation. Uh, Miss Mystic Falls. That's a pageant. I think the way young girls get picked up for marriage. Uh, Miss Mystic Falls. Uh, Miss Mystic Falls. Uh, Miss Mystic Falls. Uh, Miss Mystic Falls. Uh, Miss Mystic Falls. Debutante. It was a debutante ball, sort of. Um, and they were all announcing themselves, but they were all individually young lifestyle vloggers. And the purpose of the meeting was to have like a, like a, like a, like a meeting, an interview with the man, the father, and a panel, um, to basically market themselves for, in the hopes of gaining appreciation and connections. Um, because if they sold themselves well, then, and someone on the panel was shining to them, or they, you know, they networked well, then that could really set them up. But beforehand, we were in the, um, sitting at the table, and everyone was really nervous, but also excited, but I was being really scathing of what it was, because I felt insecure, mostly. And I, also because I thought it was ridiculous and bad, I was trying to get, it was something that I know from myself, and the way that I can act — I was trying to get them to realise how silly it all was. But I was being inconsiderate. I think my intentions were well meaning, I was trying to alleviate the anxiety that they were clearly feeling, and making them feel that it was lighter, but I was not being cognisant of their, of the fact that this was really serious for them, and this was a part of their life. And a part of their identity, and as a random individual I couldn’t just waltz in and cast assumptions and cast judgement on their ceremony. And it wasn't coming across well-meaning, as I would later find out. It was coming across brash, and rude, and dismissive. Which are things that I try to eliminate from my character, because it's a tone thing, it comes across wrong. Anyway, gearing up to my people exiting one by one or in groups to go be interviewed, and I was nervous, I was unprepared, I didn't know what I was to be asked. And I was quite frightened, and eventually I was summoned. And I don't remember this part so much, but there was some sort of complicated situation where I was running through different rooms and hiding. And in all the rooms in this huge, huge estate, this royal estate almost, and it was just seeming to get bigger and bigger and bigger. And I was inside, outside bathrooms, through doors, everything was connected, hidden behind curtains in the washing. I was trying to slip through everywhere and not be found, and I was worried that someone was on my tail...

@87 thanks for ruining the thread with your incomprehensible slop bullshit pissed me off so bad i don't even want to post more

@87 fucking stupid annoying hipster pseudo intellectual le so mysterious crap & your writing style sucks shit

@119 go off bro now where are youre dreams?

@119 Automated transcription voice memo of an actual dream moron take a deep breath

@130 didn't ask pal make yuor own thread if u want to post ur crap so bad

@131 looks like you are contributing fuck all to the boards but still hanging out complaining in the thread you abandoned.

woah so much anger in your heart.. Now whos got dreams to tell

i stopped dreaming

@141 this dream is fucking fire ( frankie here btw)

In my dream horses tightlined down a tightrope in a competition And it was a right of passage for horses to do it