Dreams of Mine
dreams/daydreams i had that i managed to record
wanted_choice_partialy_recoverd
(10/??/2025)
Tech dev where we create pods to dive in dream/substance/dreams/subconsious/alieshive/dead god/dead primordial/comatose being.
We wer the best/chosen/last, a growthsubstance discovered, beneficial is small dose/harm = harm. .
Normally giant ship with large crew to travel(dream/stars/dead world/past that wasn’t), solo tea, she/i went alone, discovered truth/cure/being/UNKNOWN, WANTES TO COME BACK, BUT WEAKENED SHIP HULL BEACH, airlock failing, went into pod to try to live/transfer/be, failure/partial/half/splintered/split/help/stuck, had to use the pink/mutation/gamma/atomic/, you were durable to it due to long exposure, only HOPE. Rescue yook to long(ALSO BECAME STUCK/SPLINT, BUT YOU HELP? YOUR FACE WAS/NODY MUTATED MERGE WITH POD?PARYIALLY , INSIDE/OUT/TRUTH BECAME REVEALED/NLDY/SIGNALESTABLISHED.
RESCUE, BEING..M..PLANNED, YOU HAD A TWIN/DEAD/HALF/FORHOT) BIOMETRICS/SOUL RESONANCE/VIBE/SOMETHING, he/she/twin had to open ship/travel/survive glade of SOMEGHING, BUT NOT THE ATOMIC/MUTGEN, mind power needed to build, you wibt into, ship alone, secretly/dont trust you,splint family,,SOMETHING, secret door, special, you were able to free some, but not all from the PODS/CRYO?HIBER/CAPSULEZ,, YOUR (TEIN/SELF/OTHER/HALF/MORROR, WAS locked beyond extra security? Broken interface, button not work, A LOVEL TOO DEEPS,) YOU TRIED, PARTIALLY FREED, YOU OPENED, THE MUATION SPLASHEDBON SOMEONES FACE FROM YOUR SUSTER POD/BODY, face mutated, whale on the floor/she became/ chrono/dream, srry . Something, slmething,sonethying,sohething, HUNDERDS OF YEARS LATER/ACCELERATED TIME INSIDE SHIP, pods worked, but needed to be freed mentally/mind stuck in IT/SUBDTANCE/HIVE/COMATOSE PTIMORDIAL, your sister/twin couldn’t be freed fully, she required something more, you left the ship without her, you heard herspleak/mumble/be in your mind, ((WERE YOU HER???, DEAD PART, DENIED PART, DENIAL!!!)) you left scared//sad/afraid. You dicide to come back latee secretl from fam/organ/crew, testers/professors,secretbenttance, sacrifice/risk snake, forgotten friend. Fiery red, killed other, almost killlend hime like a plant reqtuired air/humidity, could see bone, you went in,rjrvjvidngh, in you went, to free ger, you you founs old phone with contacts, something unlock, all were called at same time, 140 ° same)sync, , (old ftiennds, enemy, half remembered, loost) some wakes, you tries to free your sister manually, console would not let her out, screen (purpusly) broken, untouchable, a layer hidden deeper, seen butnot youch, so you triend to break open pod, some HAPPONS,BEDOMETHANG PAST DREAM NOT TRUE DEAD DENIED Access GRANTED SOMETHING AWOKE, haf to escape fast, had to get her out, bur she wwould lose ab(/large pizza) of herself, you wanted all off her you tried, she woke up, she took her week limb/leg/arms/ other extra appendages, and hugged you, revelled in that touch, so long lost, now be yes,
you woke up? , damaged, but awake at entrance(no) , in bed(?) In multitude.
Was i ever? Or was i just a dead dream? Was i her? Did she absorb me in birth? Am i a broken of piece of her?
an_artist_disgusting_want
(23/02/2026)
and so
i dreamt
daydreams
i saw it
in a huge space, whole dirty body of mine
with grime and rist and ink and cables everywhere
pierecing
with a brush as tall as i am, as long as my body
black ink on it it, engraved in ornate design, weathered, used good,
i was laughing, grinning, i imagened myself happy , in that moment i was happpy,
all alone in thhat great box, it was mine to taint, mine to take, mine to shape
there waas also a pencil, about as long as the brush,
names , no text m= drawn by pencil, and typed out floathed behind me, pieces of inspiration
tit matters not how i paint theis world my colors , be it pencil , inkt, words, story, text, blood, intestines,
i just need a medium
in that place, with b=giant brush in y hand, painting,
what did the box house domain look like?
it was filled with hanging paper, noooses i ade for myself as reinders, itt was filled with rope, fro wall to wall, struing, strung tight, i together they made of a flower, bed where i sleep, ymy cocoon
not quite, a place of rest,
words scribled all over the wall, with blood and words and shit and piis and cu and inkts and grephite and wood, out of that what isn’t there
everytihing taken apart, not everything, everuthing i had taken an interest to, taken apartt, because i wanted tio know
it was so beuatifull, i was at peace, BUT NO
THEY PULLED ME OOUT, MAKE CONTACT TEHY SAY , BE SOCIAL THEY SAY, SO I WEAR MASK, TO HIND WHAT I TRYLY WASNT
BUT WHAT DO I WANT