Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 3/26/2022
By ooflla
i tweeted karl jacobs and said it was my birthday and he was invited. although it was alyssa’s birthday a couple days later and people were worried she would be mad if i wasn’t able to go and she would be mad bc if that. but then he tweeted back later “why would i go to your house” and i was like damn ok ig. then i think he tweeted something about minor safety and i was like yeah ok wait is that about me i’m not a minor and neither are my friends. i think i tried tweeting him again lmao. then i woke up irl and was like damn it’s still early so i went back to sleep. oh god i think was having sex with someone??? omfg but they put something up my butt and it made me want to poop so i went and pooped ig but the thing went into the toilet so i had to fish it out and then i washed my hands with the hottest water known to man… i was at home in the bathroom (same bathroom as before??? i think so omg) and this lady that came to check on the house was outside. our house is really old so they had to keep coming back for different things ig. she kept pulling this stuff that kinda looked like snot or wax or tree sap…i think it was tree sap…off either my shoulder or near my shoulder idk. she found a couple mini cicadas too. then she got up and started taking them out of the yard bc apparently they were eating the grass and i was like nah bitch stop i love the cicadas gtfo. i kept having this reoccurring part in my dreams last night of this guy playing guitar but it kept making different noises when he did. the last time he was playing it was the sound effects from a movie and this guy that looked kinda like morgan freeman was a cop and found weed. the guy just kept playing though. and there was a long stick that he put on the ground and that started making the noise the guitar was making as he was tapping it. or i was tapping it idk. he and the cop (and i?) were all sitting on his bed and there was a small white window next to my side and i think a bigger one with blinds behind us against the bed. he had his fingernails painted black and sometimes they would distort, in my vision at least, so one of them kept turning longer. i wanted to tell him every time it did that he looked fabulous. idk. also at the end there was this old man and there was a narration of his story and he was thinking of robbing a place and killing people but, as the narration was saying, he realized that he was not the end. there was no timeline in which his lifetime was equal to the (ok now idk how it was worded) end. like his life wasn’t the earth’s timeline. he wasn’t the main character. he wasn’t not killing people bc they were at the end of his life and it didn’t matter anymore. they would still die.