Dream Journals:

3 - 10 - 24

in which my ex-therapist, brenda, darling. who once told me the final nail in the coffin for my eating disorder was going to be finding God, and spiritual salvation, was behind the wheel of the taxi taking me home from the gig on fri. she still felt like i had built a life on maldaptive coping mechanisms, still, but was glad to see i was home, and in good health.

2 - 28 - 24

in which i plugged my nose again and again, dunking my head into the endless ocean blue. face to face with whales, who were desconstructed into simple shapes and long lines.

2 - 20 - 24

a classic one of abbies dreams 2nite, with all the common themes. and nothing quote unquote unnatural, no melatonin gummies to do much to the results. i dreamed of teenage boys again, and schoolgirl crushes, like i had since i was a kid, addicted to the feeling. i dreamed them with texture. in all their snotnosed, pimple popping, 90s garbage pail kidded glories. i loved them still. or something resembling love, in the vague shape of. as if the sick experimentation i'd done with boys in the first months of 2024 had come to something.

2 - 12 - 24

wheeling around renaissance paintings. as living breathing things.

1 - 15 - 24

sex dream taking place in gumball machine. no comments.