Don't Trust Nostalgia

Date: 4/30/2026

I was friends, reacquainted and then worked for a female I looked up to. I met her again after a long absense. She was beautiful and we clicked and the friendship was the same. I thought she was the same she had been. But she... Had a business. I think in the beginning I recognized it as a business I always wanted. The building matched everything I said I wanted, when we were friend before. That we'd spoken about as dreamers and I was surprised she started it. But... In reality it was a disreputable thing. Prostitution but on a higher technology level. People stayed in boxes in a warehouse, came out to see clients sometimes. I mean, they weren't allowed to come out. They were locked in for life and only a few of them could physicall go and see clients. Mostly it was dubbed video content. Sexual content. The warehouse was a huge black cube, like a Borg cube on the ground. That is where all the prisoners, thats what she called them, lived/worked. In the beginning, when I met up with her again, she was everything I wanted to be. She gave off this aura of togetherness and feminine control. And older version of herself as a businesswoman. But I was very naive. Again. I thought the best but she was actually the worst. She was violent in her business practices. She lit a bus full of school children on fire in a stand off with some rival competitor once on the street. That was one of the bad things. I wasn't there for the horrific things, each time they happened, like my character was just absent for them. But yeah. She wasn't good. She kept slaves in that warehouse and she had a business that looked good on the front. A beautiful glass and metal office on a main street looking hella successful. But inside the bookings... Like a mafia or a cartel. I had people doing surgery on my eye. Or stabbing it briefly? The memory was taken away and for a while in the dream I panicked. I couldn't see. I was desperate to see. I was very small, tiny, not like a human or a human child. I was humanoid but... 2 feet tall. Thin as a forearm. Long pretty hair and I felt like myself. I was startling silver and glitter in coloring. I began in that body, panicked about not being able to see. I was mad at that woman I had admired so much. But as she began to be seen as more and more bad...I became more and more oblivious and childlike and began to watch from outside my body. She took me somewhere in a car to get it fixed at a doctor. I barely needed a third of a normal seat. There were boxes between me and her this time. And she fed me soda. I drank a lot of it. I hated her for holding me down and doing that to my eye. But more I was mad because I couldn't see anymore. The doc said there was metal in my eye. That it had been there for years. Some people she worked with weren't human. They had tentacles. Maybe moved around in a wheel chair, her direct boss. That boss was almost killed once when one of their dangerous prisoners escaped. Prisoners I think means captive slaves. So while in the dream I was concerned for the boss awake I see things differently. -- I had a real angry father who wanted to have a relationship again? Didn't? He was angry about bigger stuff, not at me. Like cosmic stuff. He was sorta depressed about that stuff too. I tried to get to know him again. Tried to cheer him up and be positive to teach him positive stuff. But he was actually very devastated about real issues. Real bad things going on everywhere. Hence the fact this dark father was a giant black cloud. In the end he didn't remember himself (as a person who could show up as a father) and become a nice person. He got giant and stormed off into the cosmos. -- I had a lot of lessons before these set of dreams. Each one was a beginner lesson in magic. How do to a spell. But there was like. 20 first lessons from 20 different people doing 20 different types. And drafted if I can't remember a single one. I remember they all worked but I got very tired of first lessons. And they were kind of technical. With maths. Geometry.