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Dream: Gut Pile
May. 8th, 2026 06:42 amRecently I've been logging all of my thoughts in an actual, physical journal since it's a lot more friendly towards my short-form, disconnected thoughts. To catch you up to speed though, here's a bullet-point list of what I've been up to (taken from things that I've written in my IRL journal):
I've also had some really weird dreams, but that isn't new. I think the longest posts you'll get from here on out are going to be dream related.
Here's one that I had on the 5th, written exactly as it is in my journal:
I'm watching a game trailer that's just a 3D cube and a monotone ringing sound. It cuts to an interview with three men. It's normal at first. Man #2 attacks man #1, slits his throat and gurgles weirdly before carving into his own face. His torso opens up as if he'd been cut from neck to pelvis and his organs fall onto the floor neatly separated. Man #3 silently stares at the camera and walks towards it. Everything goes black.
I hear a deep voice say "[My last name] is in the theater with two other people." I wake with a start. I'm in a small dark theater watching a movie. There are two other people there, then four, then six. They talk to each other loudly. I can barely pay attention to the movie. It involves a girl investigating a cult. Randomly, characters' torsos will open and their guts will fall out like in the game trailer. None of them react. A man sits next to me and asks, "Did you sleep good?" His pupils are strangely shaped, rectangular.
I leave the theater and visit a doctor. She asks if I've been hurting myself. She looks very scared when I tell her I've been at the theater. She tells me, "Run home, don't talk to the police, don't accept food from anybody. If you're not gone by the time I'm done talking, people will die." I run out of there. The people from the theater along with the protagonist from the movie are in the waiting room and chase after me.
I'm running down a dark city street barefoot at 2:30 AM. When I eventually slow down, the people after me don't notice and run past, going after the protagonist. As we keep running, our torsos open and our guts spell out. It's completely painless.
Who knows what it could mean, if anything at all.
- Watched Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. It was fine, but I don't know why I keep watching silent films! They're always a slog to me. I swear I'm not a Tiktok iPad baby, and I really do appreciate their innovation and their place in film history, but I just don't really find them entertaining.
- Then I watched Faust (1927). See above.
- Played in a new D&D book campaign called Waterdeep, it's fun.
- Started watching The Soprano's finally. I took a break in the middle of season 4, and I should really get back to watching it.
- I've recently been using WinAmp to listen to music since Spotify doesn't have certain artists I like. Here's my awesome skin:
Here's one that I had on the 5th, written exactly as it is in my journal:
I'm watching a game trailer that's just a 3D cube and a monotone ringing sound. It cuts to an interview with three men. It's normal at first. Man #2 attacks man #1, slits his throat and gurgles weirdly before carving into his own face. His torso opens up as if he'd been cut from neck to pelvis and his organs fall onto the floor neatly separated. Man #3 silently stares at the camera and walks towards it. Everything goes black.
I hear a deep voice say "[My last name] is in the theater with two other people." I wake with a start. I'm in a small dark theater watching a movie. There are two other people there, then four, then six. They talk to each other loudly. I can barely pay attention to the movie. It involves a girl investigating a cult. Randomly, characters' torsos will open and their guts will fall out like in the game trailer. None of them react. A man sits next to me and asks, "Did you sleep good?" His pupils are strangely shaped, rectangular.
I leave the theater and visit a doctor. She asks if I've been hurting myself. She looks very scared when I tell her I've been at the theater. She tells me, "Run home, don't talk to the police, don't accept food from anybody. If you're not gone by the time I'm done talking, people will die." I run out of there. The people from the theater along with the protagonist from the movie are in the waiting room and chase after me.
I'm running down a dark city street barefoot at 2:30 AM. When I eventually slow down, the people after me don't notice and run past, going after the protagonist. As we keep running, our torsos open and our guts spell out. It's completely painless.
Who knows what it could mean, if anything at all.
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