Nettle Briar @Ulfra_Wolfe@awoo.space

@noelle

If you talk from the heart and are completely genuine with another, you'd be surprised at the results.

She totally woo'd me. Like... "Wow, okay, I didn't realize how much I wanted to see this, but now I REALLY want this, fuck this dream, let's bail".

I'd leave my family for it without thinking about it, because they didn't feel my actual family.

I remember the last time I had a family dream so potent, I was all... sad that I couldn't have that. Like to the point of crying because I realized I was waking up

I feel like something got unlocked somewhere. Freed

@Oneironott I'm interested.

It was... interesting to say the least. I'm not sure what to think of it still.

I'm not sure what she looked like. Long tangled black hair I think, but she could have been of any skin color really.

There was the subtle suggestion of penetration by someone much bigger than me that didn't actually kill me in that. >.>

And I basically melted at her words and jumped over to her. Then she dove into this pool of water to get me far away from the family, pressing my head between her breasts to make sure I didn't breathe any water in, as I tend to do when my nose is uncovered.

I was thinking throughout the dream of various kinky macro/micro things so she wasn't completely out of the blue, but now she was interrupting the actual narrative. And she was standing in the living room (which had the dimensions for her somehow). She ignored everyone else and looked down at me, telling me to come with her. And the longer I resisted her, the "more pain I would be in" -- which seemed more like a kinky promise than a threat, given what I'm into.

He listened to me, and then... suddenly decided for us to pack us all up and move far away. I didn't understand why and I was getting increasingly upset.

Then there was this ... weird break in the dream. Something that didn't belong but suddenly did? A giant of a shamanic woman, dressed in leaves and with potions dangling from her belt.

So I had this dream... I was living in a house with a bunch of people. There was this shifty dude who wanted a place to stay, and I was thinking we could at least get rent from him (looks like I wasn't learning my lesson on jumping in cohabitation with people, but I was also afraid of hurting his feelings and starting to get invested in the idea). I was talking to... my dad, I guess. Or the dad of this dream.

@maloki @kemonine@mastodon.social @gled@mastodon.host

That's prolly it :(

@kemonine@mastodon.social @gled@mastodon.host @maloki

I'm interested! And really weirded out how I cannot follow gled or see their posts at all!

@demonkind I liked the article "On Evil" a lot. It had me thinking.

The whole major point about "balanced work" has another name -- Harmony.

Harmony doesn't always mean peaceful. Sometimes you need to recognize when something (or someone) is doing harm and sometimes the reaction to it isn't peaceful.

Harmony is the dark and the light working together, much like the Yin-Yang.

I had to find my darkness -- or at least to nurture it. My demon sis is denying her own light, but less and less.