Assorted Dream Journal #1

Based on true events, with identities and dates obscured. Please do not harass anyone involved if you manage to somehow unmask them.

By Snarky LisaPublished about 8 hours ago • 5 min read

I’ve written about dreams before. From signs to personal fears and even seeming predictions, I have made these sorts of nightly thoughts into articles of mine.

This piece, however, will be somewhat different than the previous ones I’ve created regarding dreams I’ve had. Instead of centering around just one specific topic for this article, though, I’m going to journal some of the more…vivid dreams I’ve had over the past week or so.

Full disclosure: I will be censoring some more personal stuff out here. This is the Internet, after all, where information can get passed around to anywhere in the world. Nonetheless, I will describe my dreams here to the best of my potential.

With that being said…here goes.

A Twitch Account

Once upon a time, I had a secret Discord friend I’ll call Quinn for the purposes of this article. I know this might sound weird — but hear me out if you can.

Quinn first contacted me a couple of years ago. Admittedly, we were on rather rocky terms at first — although they did seem to have a bit of fun trying to mess around with me. But weeks and months passed, and we reconnected under different circumstances. Even as our conversations waxed and waned in length, we still maintained a casual friendship through the months.

Of course, there was one caveat: keeping their high status protected.

You see, Quinn had a rather wholesome image in their circles throughout our friendship. Kind, patient, proper; almost like that of an “American Sweetheart,” if you will. It was perhaps a bit ironic such an image was needed, given how oftentimes radical and passionate their spaces were, but it also made sense due to the increasing acceptance of more rightward views there.

I, on the other hand, did not. Thanks to the reasonings of other people, it was determined that I was part of the many naysayers and perverse obsessors who would sometimes try and fail to make closer inroads.

Eventually, Quinn’s own image started to crack. Their psychological issues came to the surface — and with that, their carefully curated career as an artist crumbled. Their tumultuous love life was investigated, their feuds were looked into more intensely, and their typical defenses were poked at. A breakdown, some mockery, and a few apologies later, they were gone.

With no way for me to contact Quinn beyond an inactive Discord account and a profile which was seemingly dead, I decided to focus my online energy onto my other endeavors and friendships. Still, I missed the small talk we used to have before everything fell for good; the seeming escape for both of us from the more harsh and high-octane realities we faced.

As the weeks passed, I started to wonder whether Quinn was still alive or not. And then I dreamt they were still out there — somewhere.

You see, they weren’t back as Quinn. They returned to the Internet under some other username, albeit still linked to their original Discord account. The latter is where I found it. Honestly, I can’t remember what username Quinn went by in my dream. What I do remember, though, were some of the other details there on their Twitch profile.

Quinn’s new Twitch profile had an opening introduction about having goals to better themself. They also said they wanted to restart from the darkness of their past, which I presumed included their mental instability as well as their eventual career ending breakdown. Their desired future was far, far away from their original spaces, not wanting to really return to any of their old life.

It was then I realized things were over. Things were over, and they were happier. So, relieved that they had at least found some peace, I closed their profile.

Some time later, I woke up in disappointment.

Guess their fate’s still a massive unknown, I thought.

A Random Point Of View

A few days later, I had another wild dream. This time, it was from someone else’s point of view — well, sort of.

The person in question, who I’ll name Cedar to anonymize them, was someone I didn’t really know. I knew they existed, somewhere, as a person in the world. But I had never actually met them, with my only attempt at contacting them having failed a while back.

I did hear plenty of stories about them, though. There were many anecdotes about their influence in the indie papers and video clips they were popular in. Many were about just how notable they were. Some went into their hobbies, like gaming and anime. Towards the end of their career, though, were more harrowing reveals about their hidden character.

In the dream, I first dreamt that I was watching and reading content related to them as I sometimes would in real life. Then, for some reason, I switched into part of their body.

It wasn’t like a “Freaky Friday” style switch where I had full control over Cedar’s body. It was more that I could see a bit of the world through their eyes while they did their usual things, completely oblivious to my presence within them.

Interestingly, I paid no attention to their internal anatomy despite their vast differences from mine. I was too busy noting their preparatory routines for what seemed to be an important meeting, from loading important files to getting writing materials organized.

What ended up mattering more to me, though, was a conversation they had with an old contact of theirs.

In my present timeline, they had cut her off for a while. They didn’t seem to like her that much, anyways, beyond old business niceties that later got both in trouble. In Cedar’s, however, the two of them were still laughing and joking around with each other. They also had some deeper talk involving some apologies as well.

As the seemingly flashback-induced conversation went on, my discomfort with keeping Cedar’s perspective grew. Fortunately, I switched back into my own body as the conversation wound down.

It didn’t take long for me to wake up after that.

An Ordinary Day

Sometime during the weekend, I dreamt of something much simpler: the beginning of my day.

I got out of bed as usual. I went to the washroom as usual. I did my morning routines and had breakfast and whatnot, as usual. I also prepared to go out for the day.

Everything felt like the most ridiculously mundane morning in existence — most of it, at least. I did get a strand of hair stuck in my skin, though, to be fair, gentle hair pokes at my skin aren’t uncommon in my actual waking life.

Anyways, I got my dream follicle out pretty quickly. My dream then played out like the most mundane day I’ve ever been through.

Once I woke up, it took a few seconds for me to realize that the ordinary day I experienced was more just an ordinary dream. Compared to my crazier dreams other days, though, this one felt like a relief.

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I might make another dream journal like this. Or not. Gotta see where my mind takes me though…

Any other thoughts on this? Let me know in the comments!