In the dream, I was waiting to go somewhere. Well it seems I was waiting so long that I started to join playing this video game with a group of other people. The game itself wasn't an MMO, but it allowed 10+ people locally to play the same game. The game also had multiple characters each with different backstories or gameplay. The game itself was styled like Drakengard, Shadow of the Colossus, etc. but there wasn't really a time period. Each character was in the same universe but the universe had many different time zones.
What I remember most, I was the controller of a Father character who loses his daughter and wife in his story. His main a
Dream Log: December 2nd, 2015 by Klomonx, literature
Literature
Dream Log: December 2nd, 2015
I dreamt you started a YT show with other people in your Japanese Class, and that the class was a legit class that you went to. And you started out making videos of you all trying gross foods (Salted Oysters and Pizza with Maggots on are the ones I remember). Thing is I remember you were actually you in the dream. And I don't know anyone else's name except this black kid whose name was, I shit you not, Benny, the the e had a donut above it. So after you made these videos your channel became kinda popular and I got to come to Sweden to be with you, and i accompanied you on your way to class one day.
And I get in the car with you, in the back s
1.
Understand that you will die.
2.
Learn to appreciate the little things,
like almonds and cookies and chocolate
all hidden in toilet paper rolls,
and be surprised by everything.
3.
Become friends with your enemies,
and treat everyone as family.
Sexuality and Gender matter little to you,
you accept everyone as they are, as you are.
4.
Enjoy routine, look forward to food.
Explore, memorize, and find curiosities:
don’t worry if you tumble or fall –
science will bring you back.
5.
Greet everyone happily, even in your worst mood.
Become sad when those around you leave,
but embrace those who newly arrived.
These are your bothers,
One day I will meet you at the airport,
I will have traveled thousands of miles.
And we will meet, and you will be glad,
and I will bow to you, my equal.
Our greetings had, the fun would start,
Off to play the games together.
We will do the things we missed
out on in the past with peers.
Someday, together, we
will shine. Like the first rains.
We will eclipse the night,
and forget the bright day.
We will shadow,
One another.
And be our
Companion.
Those days
Will be
Per
Fect.
Once upon a time, the trees could walk.
And they walked across the world forever.
Eventually, however, these trees grew tired,
And they sat in their place in time and idled.
Their faces stretched into yawns made of bark,
And their hair became flat and shiny green.
Their arms’ bones broke down to dendrites
On neurons, and they reached out to connect.
And their mouths became inward circles, the rings
That tell their age if you cut one down.
Their feet are the roots, the only part that still moves,
And this part gathers water from the ground.
Their eyes became sunken sockets where things are hidden,
Whether they be bird or nest or b
Last summer it was decided for me to get a job
In order to pay for the vet bills my parents had until then provided.
This was my first job I had ever had, and I did not look forward to it.
With only a bus for transport, and no bookstore that I could submit
an application to, I settled for the next best. A pet store
was the only option, as far as I was concerned, for
though I found their animals’ conditions horrendous,
I knew I could enjoy time spent there more than a tremendous
Fast food place laced with chemicals and other toxins.
So online I went to fill an application, providing a resume
Of all my achievements, though there was much
Two Kinds of People
I like to judge people
based on how they react,
to learning that I have
rats, (seven in fact).
I find there are two kinds
of people: those who think
I’m the Plaguebringer,
who rides in on a white
horse carrying the big ‘E’,
or the Black or Red Death.
These people I avoid.
But then there are people,
who cherish the little
Furballs who live a life
in rapid succession.
These people understand
how it is to hold and
look at one of these rats,
and see reflected an
equal, adaptable
precious little soul in
their beady, button eyes.
Fladdermus, fladdermus,
Var är ditt hem?
Är det inte med fåglarna?
Fladdermus, fladdermus,
Var går du i dagtid?
Var går du i nattetid?
Fladdermus, fladdermus,
Vem är du?
Vad är du?
Dawson stepped off of the train, holding his suitcase at his side. It was a rainy day, of course, which made all of the passer-bys seem quite unfriendly. He had trekked days to finally get here, and all on rumour. Well, not exactly rumour; he knew better than to trust those, but all the same he had no real knowing if this was the real deal or not. After all, the importing of these creatures was highly regulated and guarded, getting one at this moment required enormous skill in the field; these creatures, though domesticated, were only just so. It was as if he was traveling to Russia to procure one of those foxes – something he decided