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@neriald I don't know if it's bc autism or not, but I forget some dreams right while waking up, but other dreams I remember vividly, in great detail. I still remember one particular dream I had at the age of six.
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@kiki same here, no autism ( as far as I'm aware )
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@kiki nice story. I had buried alive dream too once
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Being burried alive is actually quite a meditative experience when done right. I did it in the meatspace in live action role playing games.
I didn't use a coffin. Just a, not too deep, hole in the ground, a piece of soft leather to protect the eyes, a small bamboo tube for air - and a helper with a shovel. -
@Oktokolo holy f
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@kiki completely normal phenomenon
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@retoor I played sortof a Gaia/Earth priest and literally getting buried works pretty well in symbolizing connecting with the earth.
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@Oktokolo I would've been to scared anyone stealing my bamboo tube
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@retoor Lulz. That is unlikely to happen.
But as you can't be buried too deep anyways (because earth has mass and mass pressing down on your belly makes it harder to breathe), you can just rise out of the ground when that happens (yes, you can also do so to symbolize an undead rising from a grave).
The real danger lies in people unknowingly walking on top of you - but the helper should prevent that.
There was this place somewhere in the ocean called “United Paper Island”, a bit like paper towns, but a real one. You could only get there via a private jet or a ship that came only like every three months or something. the island was small and… eerie. There was a large bus stop-looking hub in the middle of the island, and it also had streets/housing, but things looked off. Some streets resembled well-known places like Fifth Avenue or Champs-Élysées, but not quite. Everything was half abandoned, and felt like Half-Life 2 maps. A small town that was just a bit too silent. The plot was that we moved there temporarily, and I went for a walk trying to convince ppl that it was okay, it was fine, just a regular place. But I had a gut feeling it was not okay at all.
Then my stupid brain decided to imagine what it would feel like to be buried alive on this island, specifically waking up inside the coffin underground. Then I felt like I was suffocating, and I finally woke up.
First thing I did was immediately grabbing my laptop, opening google maps and trying to find this island. “Paper Island” and “United Paper Island” yielded nothing, obviously. But I _knew_ the location.
As I was scrolling around the map, it felt like that knowledge was being erased. I felt that. Just like someone connected to my brain, selected certain files and hit “delete”. After 20 seconds, it was over.
Now I don’t know where this island is.
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kiki dreams