commit 644b9f62147f78680a5acbb50abb7a25f04efc7a
parent 1303b44871e85b0b8ce531e4c6b14d184fa4d817
Author: breadcat <breadcat@users.noreply.github.com>
Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2026 13:55:32 +0000
Latest batch of dreams
And an improved name!
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5 files changed, 87 insertions(+), 37 deletions(-)
diff --git a/content/dreams/computational-incantation.md b/content/dreams/computational-incantation.md
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+---
+title: Computational incantation
+dream: dated
+date: 2026-01-08
+---
+
+I was in a gloomy city where there were large monsters that would invade the space from time to time.
+
+Nobody really knew where they came from however it was understood they could be summoned by nefarious people.
+
+These monsters were extremely dangerous and the best advide for the public was to get well out of their way.
+
+There was however a team of people who used retro looking wrist mounted computers with CRT screens and beige keyboards that you could enter magical incantations called prompts into that would weaken the monsters in certain ways before a final incantation would defeat them at last.
+
+It turned out that the best promoter on our team was also one of the people summoning these monsters using dark magic by sacrificing a piece of himself, thus giving him direct control over the monsters, then claiming the glory when they were defeated.
+
+I was parking my car after just working this betreyal out when a large monster, twice as tall as me and shaped like a dark slender dog attacked.
+
+I ran into a shop that had a delicate purple tablecloth drying inside for some reason and hid behind it as the monster stalked me before I woke up.
+\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/content/dreams/prisoner-telepathy.md b/content/dreams/prisoner-telepathy.md
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+---
+title: Prisoner telepathy
+dream: dated
+date: 2025-12-25
+---
+
+This dream had a twinge of the Green Mile, magic and redemption.
+
+There was a soft spoken, but burley black guy who had been imprisoned for a crime he hadn't commit.
+
+He was able to somehow talk psychically with an effeminate lawyer type via a kind of invisible pouch he could open on his waist.
+
+If the prisoner was left alone, and ignored, and no progress was made on his case he would fall further and further into this pouch literally being further and further from freedom.
+
+The dream revolved around the free man opening the pouch while walking in a heavy rain storm to reveal good news, as he starts talking with the prisoner he climbs closer and closer to the opening of the pouch until he is just able to reach out and is able to brush his fingers with the lawyer on the outside when he says he's able to finally prove his innocence and free him.
+\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/content/dreams/supermarket-holdup.md b/content/dreams/supermarket-holdup.md
@@ -1,37 +0,0 @@
----
-title: Supermarket Holdup
-dream: dated
-date: 2025-10-31
----
-
-I was in an supermarket that looked as though it had come straight from the early 90's, shopping in one corner near rows of freezers and a cargo lift when there was suddenly a lot of commotion.
-
-I turned around to investigate and it appeared as though the shop was in the process of being robbed by multiple masked assailants.
-
-The group then began to fan out through the shop to try and control the shoppers. I ended up making eye contact with one of them and recognised that it was one of my exes' dog walkers (who had always been a bit of a stereotypically, yet misunderstood *bad kid*).
-
-She was still the same age, wearing a bandana over the lower half of her face but I still easily recognized her.
-
-When she saw that I recognized her she <!-- E --> removed the bandana and was just excited to explain that this was what she was doing with her life now.
-
-A call came in via a walkie-talkie and she said she had to go, but her other dog walker friend <!-- R --> was also part of her crew and we'd probably see her and to say hi.
-
-They then pretty much switched positions with one walking away as the other came towards us. She was visibly older, a little taller and had a scar on her face but otherwise looked pretty much identical and wasn't even wearing a bandana.
-
-She was also excited to see me and blurted out her boss was another person I knew, an old work colleague <!-- LS --> from years ago who'd recently become mute after being attacked.
-
-They were just here for money stored in a safe as the supermarket was part of a money laundering operation and they'd already opened the safe so it would all be over soon.
-
-For some reason a woman who'd been shopping in the store had tried surreptitiously taking a photo of the group of robbers however the camera flash went off which this second girl didn't like and then walked away telling her that she would regret doing that.
-
-Then everything cut and we were at a table in a room transferring the photo taken on the phone to a really ancient computer via a thick cable. As the photo transferred the computer started making [data transfer noises](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Qz9a8kYYkA) while a progress bar chugged along.
-
-After the transfer had completed we ended up with two files but with identical names which was impossible. After this they couldn't be moved or renamed either.
-
-The first was the picture taken in the supermarket of the girl but her face was smudged badly enough so she was completely unrecognisable.
-
-As we were examining this first picture, the image viewing software automatically started to slideshow into the second picture which depicted a young girls lap, taken by herself from her torso showing a ball of loosely scrunched up tin foil that you could just about make out a dark disfigured face in.
-
-I noticed there was no camera in the reflection and the letters R-A-W were embossed in the foil. The woman who'd taken the picture started screaming as she recognized the face and started hammering at the keyboard to get rid of the picture which almost immediately changed to the first image in the gallery that she'd taken before after a couple of seconds the slide show moved again back to the tin foil picture and she started screaming again.
-
-All the time the floppy disk noises carried lowering in pitch and speed, becoming regular. On that as I awoke from the screaming I realized the floppy disk activity noise was actually my girlfriend snoring.
diff --git a/content/dreams/supermarket-stick-up.md b/content/dreams/supermarket-stick-up.md
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+---
+title: Supermarket stick-up
+dream: dated
+date: 2025-10-31
+---
+
+I was in an supermarket that looked as though it had come straight from the early 90's, shopping in one corner near rows of freezers and a cargo lift when there was suddenly a lot of commotion.
+
+I turned around to investigate and it appeared as though the shop was in the process of being robbed by multiple masked assailants.
+
+The group then began to fan out through the shop to try and control the shoppers. I ended up making eye contact with one of them and recognised that it was one of my exes' dog walkers (who had always been a bit of a stereotypically, yet misunderstood *bad kid*).
+
+She was still the same age, wearing a bandana over the lower half of her face but I still easily recognized her.
+
+When she saw that I recognized her she <!-- E --> removed the bandana and was just excited to explain that this was what she was doing with her life now.
+
+A call came in via a walkie-talkie and she said she had to go, but her other dog walker friend <!-- R --> was also part of her crew and we'd probably see her and to say hi.
+
+They then pretty much switched positions with one walking away as the other came towards us. She was visibly older, a little taller and had a scar on her face but otherwise looked pretty much identical and wasn't even wearing a bandana.
+
+She was also excited to see me and blurted out her boss was another person I knew, an old work colleague <!-- LS --> from years ago who'd recently become mute after being attacked.
+
+They were just here for money stored in a safe as the supermarket was part of a money laundering operation and they'd already opened the safe so it would all be over soon.
+
+For some reason a woman who'd been shopping in the store had tried surreptitiously taking a photo of the group of robbers however the camera flash went off which this second girl didn't like and then walked away telling her that she would regret doing that.
+
+Then everything cut and we were at a table in a room transferring the photo taken on the phone to a really ancient computer via a thick cable. As the photo transferred the computer started making [data transfer noises](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Qz9a8kYYkA) while a progress bar chugged along.
+
+After the transfer had completed we ended up with two files but with identical names which was impossible. After this they couldn't be moved or renamed either.
+
+The first was the picture taken in the supermarket of the girl but her face was smudged badly enough so she was completely unrecognisable.
+
+As we were examining this first picture, the image viewing software automatically started to slideshow into the second picture which depicted a young girls lap, taken by herself from her torso showing a ball of loosely scrunched up tin foil that you could just about make out a dark disfigured face in.
+
+I noticed there was no camera in the reflection and the letters R-A-W were embossed in the foil. The woman who'd taken the picture started screaming as she recognized the face and started hammering at the keyboard to get rid of the picture which almost immediately changed to the first image in the gallery that she'd taken before after a couple of seconds the slide show moved again back to the tin foil picture and she started screaming again.
+
+All the time the floppy disk noises carried lowering in pitch and speed, becoming regular. On that as I awoke from the screaming I realized the floppy disk activity noise was actually my girlfriend snoring.
diff --git a/content/dreams/victorian-waterworks.md b/content/dreams/victorian-waterworks.md
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+---
+title: Victorian waterworks
+dream: dated
+date: 2026-01-02
+---
+
+I was navigating my way through an elaborate Victorian era stone waterway system which comprised of large tunnels, rusty machinery, lakes edged by green valleys, aquaducts and waterfalls.
+
+I was in the process of walking along a dried up water ducts made of this same Victorian era stone work.
+
+It was raining throughout the dream, however it was only towards the end that a huge tide of muddy water started to chase us down with different parts of this structure filling at different rates, closing off exits to the left and right with the unending flow of water.
+
+My final memory before waking was a large empty tunnel in the distance violently being throwing gallons of water out, like the pressure behind a dam filled rapidly opened up again with water like the pressure behind a dam
+\ No newline at end of file
