Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 4/6/2021
By Fitful
Different world. Gods with flat faces, kinda shaped like aquamarine life, or a plant, maybe a cow if it's face was flat and smooth like a dolphin. They came in and rewrote history throughout time, making themselves the originators. But some people knew the truth, very very few. Those who did mimed eating leaflets. A leaf, because they were known as the harvesters. This world took relationships different, bit I'm having s hard time remembering how it was so vastly different. For one thing there's was no difference between sating or being with a man or a woman, in face they saw no distinction. It would be odd to even ask. And they were all tall, we were, with pale skin. Murky tepid color, bluetangray. Something like that. Long limbs, flat chests although females had s slight bump. And I think it was the emotions that were different. They said, it was widely known, that heartbreak didn't exist. It didn't happen. When you broke up, you just broke up. But I was worried about my ex the whole time. I spied in her occasionally, glancing across this long distance to her house briefly ever so often. she was blonde and gorgeous, her skin was white not bluetangrey. She was a different class, higher than me. Red lipstick. Smoked something like an incense stick that was red, but it wasn't smoking and it wasn't bad. She took care of her kid, she had a child with her new partner - the one she left me for. (or was assigned?) Heartbreak didn't exist but I was really worried. She seemed very depressed. They did have a huge social stigma against having sex with aliens, these 'monsters' as they called them. I don't know if they were real but these monsters had no heads, big hulking bodies, sex organs that were like tentacles and slime and hands. The thing poured all these slimy think fibers into the normal woman's vagina, stimulating her, then had dicks on long tentacles and hands that delved deep. They kept these creatures in rooms full of little sectioned off displays, in baby or infantile clothing. People were scared stiff of these creatures. And it was disgusting to engage in sex with them. This was a social disgust that most followed. Rebellion didn't happen in this soicety they were too ...stoic for rebellion. Their emotions to even, or just not the same range. Passionate causes just didn't happen. Outrage didn't. Sweeping change didn't. But that was the lie, it did. Just buried so far beneath the surface that ...it manifested in sickness. No one got mad, they didn't know what anger was, they just got sick. Wasted away, while everyone didn't noticed because they didn't know what sickness was. I was sick a time in the dream. My friend - I'm not sure who it was - dismissed it. They were busy or uninterested or it was that passionless disposition ... But I went into my bathroom and lay on the floor. And I was so sick ... Kinda a mental emotional physical sick that felt like cold or heat or pressure all around me and in my head. I saw my arm had white hairs, little white hairs here and there. I focused on one and randomly decided to push all that sickness into the hair... It grew. I pushed more and it grew more. I kept expecting to reach the end of the hair follicle, because they weren't that long, but it kept growing. and I kept pushing. And finally I pushed everything and an entire plant grew out nh arm like I had been soil. I took it to my friend in the next room. I tossed the plant down in front of them. They were confused even as I explained. "its just a normal plant, I see them all the time." It was fine green stalks, delicate yellow buds just larger than babies breath, and white large hairs in various places, mixed with the leaves, with a small polyp on the end. They got a hard ball on the end in the harvest season. Friend didn't believe the plant was anything special or that I grew it. My dog, I was walking with her as someone towed me to the bank. It wasn't far but the person walked so fast it was at a run. I tried to run but I was too slow. My dog ran very fast but lost her shoes and I had to stop and get them. Later I was at the bank, or almost there when a little girl I knew was stuck on the jungle gym at the park we'd passed and was about to fall. I sped back, and I mean I found a special power to run in the blink of an eye. I had to carry my dog I ran too fast for her. And I did reduce the little girl before she fell. I also spent the majority of my time going into something. It was my job. Like I went into a book or a TV show that was interactive. Something. But it was going wrong. Not sure what, but something was going wrong. And no one believed me family just dismissed what I said. This society didn't believe much, it couldn't be wrong. It just wasn't a thing for things to be wrong. I comforted a child. Not my child. At first - in preparation to flee somewhere - I had packed up all the babies stuff. But we weren't leaving yet and he was in his crib and I unpacked it all and put the toys back, all propped up along the headboards so I he could see them. He was a newborn.