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Dreamtime

Dream that I went into a burger place to get food for mom and I on a road trip, I grabbed the food off of the counter before the employees did and put it in my pocket, I intended to pay for it but I was the only one in the restaurant to do that. Also on the road trip, we were in the desert, almost a lost highway vibe  Also dream where I was in an alley and a third person perspective of me observed myself looking at a holographic image of my face contorting into a woman’s face from the nose down, it looked like Samiha  alisonline

@thedecorpspecialproject

May 29, 2024

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dream recollection

me and my best friend Michelle are in a hotel room with one of my Tumblr mutuals and a faceless person. We're here hiding because for some reason, we're grown up versions of the characters of Catch That Kid (2004) (Watched this the other day and sobbed at the end btw) and we've pulled off another heist because we're addicted to the rush. While in the hotel room, Michelle puts on what can only be described as a 'home movie' of she and I. We're in the jungle. I'm blonde, a dye job that I can tell I did myself from the way it's toned. It actually looks pretty good save for a little of the brassy tones at the roots. It's always hard to deal with the roots. I'm holding a monkey in my arms. It likes me. I've got silver star stickers all over my face and Michelle is smiling hard like a kid. We both look happy which I know we haven't felt in a while. I find myself longing for it even though I have no recollection of the moment. We all go for a smoke break outside, which resembles a scene I remember from the Good Wife that I watched a couple months ago. We're trying to devise a plan. I feel guilt and we don't come up with anything good. I'm asleep in the hotel bed again and I have a dream inside of this dream where Michelle is cuddling Barbara Streisand. I think she's in this dream because I had that Duck Sauce song stuck in my head a couple days ago. I wake up before my 7:15 AM alarm. The sun is up and I find myself wanting to be blonde again.

@nicky999doors

May 4, 2024

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I write down every dream i have and im chopping and screwing them together in a google doc Here is an excerpt

I am back in Chicago.  I am walking down a path that looks like it’s the bike trail at white rock lake; the foliage is very Dallasesque. I get the desire to run home (it’s the day currently) and I begin to run. As I run it gets dark very quickly and the road gets wider and I get scared. I look behind me and there’s a car driving but it’s just a guy in a small Forrest management truck and he looks at me a bit confused like “what’s he running for?” The truck is reminiscent of the arboretum ones in DTX. Also as the road expanded things started to look like cape cod in terms of foliage. I then see what I think are my cross-streets and I calm down and think I’m almost home.  Flash to inside a Dairy Queen, it’s chaotic in there people are screaming and it feels like a doctors office. I get scared very quickly and start frantically looking for ways out. People’s faces start to contort and employees seem to do nothing. I run on top of tables and other things in an effort to escape- the contorting faces become more clear. One is an infant with black sludge and caked blood on her face screaming so so loud and then her face twists into an old woman’s with lipstick smeared on her face and she’s screaming too. I’m crying at this point. I jump up to another level and employees are just sitting around doing nothing, a line cook puts out family meal and it’s quesadillas. I look out the window and realize I’m not even at my cross streets, I’m on seminary.  I then start sprinting through a hall that turns into an apartment. I jump out the window in an effort to escape and break through the glass and fall into a playground. The dream zooms out to an external narration of the red scare subreddit they say things like “this is the craziest part, he think he got away but he left one of his flip flops there and they mention that this is the apartment complex that’s had break ins lately”. While this is happening some guy with long hair is blowing leaves and I’m watching him as I lie on the grass hoping he doesn’t notice. Once he walks far enough away I think I’m good to go, and then wait a little longer because better safe than sorry. Things then shift back to normal narration and I run home without realizing my sandal is still the playground. It turns out my street was just across the way and in the dream state I get home without incident and also without seeing that it’s me going home.  The dream ends with this red, blue, and yellow flip flop staying on the playground and moving a bit on its own as kids come out to play. 

@thedecorpspecialproject

May 17, 2024

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Never changing

My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌

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Finally Quitting the job that you hate

Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ✅💅

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Rejecting the Commodification of the Self

I’ve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapid—a critique often rooted in misogyny—but now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments. We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume. On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your image—selfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that there’s another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. It’s refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics. By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance. For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. I’ve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look. In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? It’s a question worth considering.

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