1. I was considering buying a house that was located in an old, European-style, fairy tale-esque neighborhood built on a high plateau. It could only be reached by climbing an extremely tall, wide, but steep brick staircase.
2. I went to a '50s-style movie theatre but found out that instead of actually showing movies, they were performing little one-person plays for audiences of less than fifteen people. I saw some guy in long black robes (like a monk) performing a one-man version of a Shakespeare play (wtf) outside in the middle of a miniature amphitheater.
3. I saw some guy jumping to his death from an extremely tall building. It looked like it was in the middle of some chaotic, decaying dystopian metropolis.
“If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.” - Hermann Hesse
dreamt that my brother made popcorn and it was good (my brother makes reallly good popcorn) then went somewhere and someone else made a huge bowl of popcorn which was even better than my brother's
and I had another dream that I went out to eat with my dad, but I was sitting in a wheel chair (I didn't even need one in the dream) and I told him that I drank on occasion and he was like you've already told me this. theres more to it, but I can't remember the rest.
Perfectly robust chickens Run laps a lot Pee on the garden Leap over fences Cock is a word for rooster Hen is a type of chicken? Kit kats are good Nice chickens don't belong in the Zoo
Last night, I had an emotionally disturbing and unpleasant dream. I went on vacation to this small island with a big house on it with a couple of people (some of them I know irl). So we were there and getting comfy and all, and then we realized that outside the house was this area with lots of stuff that was in a state of mess and needed to be sorted out and arranged. Me and this other person volunteered to do it. The stuff was all sorts of things, old pictures, books, toys, some of them were animal toys that were actually alive and breathing. I remember feeling sorry for some of them because they looked hungry. Anyway, we were arranging all of this, and I was doing my best, I think I did a good job, at least as good as the other person, if not better, but for some reason, the people there started criticising and laughing at me. They weren't pleased with the way I was doing the job. I didn't understand why. I felt humiliated and unappreciated.
The second half of the dream took part in the evening inside the house. We were relaxing and stuff, and then we started talking about our views and feelings about certain things. When I expressed my own feelings and views, the others made it clear that they don't agree with me and that I should be quiet because they don't like my views and they don't like me. In fact, they said that the next day they would invite even more people who don't like me.
I walking through another state, maybe Georgia, when I came across a small town going through hard times. There were Native Americans there, members of the Kiyugi tribe. (That's not an actual thing.) The government sent a notice telling them the lease on their buildings was up and they were about to lose their town. The tribe was gearing up to sue the Taos Pueblo and a minority group in Japan who made something called oukuyo dolls. I think it was something about copyright or trademark infringement. (?) If the Kiyugis won, they'd have enough money to pay off the government and remain on their ancestral land.
I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I got to talking with their chief and told him his plan was awful. He became livid. I asked him to summarize their problem, explain what he wanted for his tribe, and to explain briefly how his plan would solve the problem while bringing the Kiyugis closer to his goal.
He realized suing other groups wouldn't help the Kiyugis in the long run, so we sat down and started brainstorming how to stop the government from kicking them out of their town. For some reason, my days as a wanderer were postponed until the tribe's problem was resolved. I was annoyed but reluctantly became an activist. At the end of the dream, I was painting picket signs in the community center with the tribe members.