my dream journal...

05/04/25

me & ██████ went to a party together, and it was apparently supposed to be a memorial for some girl who died, but we didn't know who since we weren't invited, we just showed up. it was crazy as soon as we walked in, people were setting things on fire, even their hair, and there were a lot of russians yelling and screaming. this was not a very safe party! but there were two rooms, both of them were for dancing, so we went in the first. and then we danced, weird dances that i had never seen before, but it was very fun. the music was GROOVY! the room was so full, but yet it felt as if the whole room was empty. some girl comes up and dances with ██████, so i leave them to it, and go outside. there's a whole playground set outside, but everything looks taller, as if it was made for adults. i went on the swings, although there was some middle-aged bald man also sat there, and we just stared at each other for a minute. i could not tell his expression; was it friendly and welcoming, or was it giving "fuck off"?. but i could not tell mine either. but anyway, then some random guy in surgical scrubs comes over, and starts giving us a workshop on how to do stitches in wounds, and he used one of my teddy bears as an example. that bothered me immensely, and i wanted to go back inside, but somehow the bulding had disappeared and i was stuck here.

and then i woke up!