Entry #2218.X.2024
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I was in Moscow in the house of Caithe, supposedly not for the first time. I met her dad (= my mind invented her dad), who turned out to be very queerphobic and we argued with him for some time. He was a medium-height white dude with short black gray-ish hair, i'd say around 50 years old.
I acknowledged (and had it as a vision) that Caithe had a pride flag on the wall and he tore a hote through it with his claws (??) and then threw it out. That made me very furious and i started to yell at him leaving no room for him to say anything, and when he did, he said that he stole some money from my wallet and tried to use it as a leverage point but tough luck dude - i immediately turned it against himself and said that either he'll immediately white himself guilty on paper so i can show it to police, or i'll go to police myself and they will force this admission out of him through pain and suffering.
II
I was travelling by metro that i'm not sure if it was one of Moscow or Madrid, it looked partly like both - smaller cuter and whiter train cars and diverse passengers, but larger stations. I remember one very green station that looked a bit like moscow's Novoyasenevskaya but was smaller and not a terminal station.
I was speaking with some people about my age trying to explain that I wasn't a crazy maniac the stories paint me as (??) when suddenly Hazbin Hotel demons attacked the train.
There was a lot of them and i'm not sure how they entered, but certainly not through the doors. They started devouring everyone and there was blood and graffiti paint tainting everything including me and other people. Yet somehow i stayed perfectly calm and dissociated from this situation. I think the framing was that it isn't happening right now, i'm just watching a vision on a hypothetical scenario.
After the demons left, i exited at my station and went home with the intent to wash all the paint off myself. There was narrator commentary over this part that went about how sad it is that nowadays almost no one shares apartments with each other and everyone lives alone, since that way no one will be able to help me wash all this off... which i've never heard more incorrect narrator commentary in my life lol.
III
This was a dream about Minecraft, namely the modded server i was playing at at the time. I wanted to use AE2 spatial storage to move the entire base of our team to some other location and started doing that. I don't remember much except that it was very easy to set up and that it gave a Building Gadgets-style preview before pasting the srtucture.
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I was watching an episode of Dr. Who, but was also a character in this episode. It was supposedly a classic one given the quality of film and i knew somehow that it is supposed to be second or third Doctor. I unfortunately can't say i can remember how the Doctor looked in reality, but i have a feeling it was Capaldi's Doctor.
It was the 1970-s in the setting and we were in an attic-y looking place with a lot of vintage dresses hanging around, but it wasn't a shop. It had a couple old ladies running the place and the Doctor was talking to them about trans people of all things, explaining to them very progressively who we are and why is it okay; I meanwhile was in the next room trying out the dresses. I had this idea that now i have a opaque top which means i can finally wear transluscent dresses without exposing my breast. I was wearing a wedding-type white dress and was looking for a red-and-white one that i have IRL.