dreams of a really bored girl

this dream was so detailed its hard to try to recount everything. i was in a farm that had cows, horses, chickens. but mainly chickens. there was a person that ran the farm and i was working for them, they seemed to be very laid back (regarding employment and regulations), tough love that kind of treats me like a niece thats staying for the month. they probably had an addiction in the past (that kind of person). i dont remember what they looked like. i think someone else mightve worked with me too. someone showed up, an official, and id been taught strictly to let boss know when an official shows up (to sweep things under the rug, etc). i did that and made sure to act very polite and casual (my normal, respectable, hardworking citizen costume) like the good pseudoniece i am. i ended up bowing many times. the person was here to check on the health conditions of the place and make sure nothing was dangerous or too dirty to house large amounts of animals. he acted like hes been here so many times and that boss never listens to him, they always end up feuding but everyone knows hes right. the place must have been attached to a trailer for living, because on the ramp up he points out a mold/infection, and to that boss says its hard to tell when its there because of the snow (since the mold was also white and dusty-looking, sticking to cracks of things), and there was snow around, but that clearly was an excuse. they seemed to always be on the brink of losing their farmers license (if thats a thing, i dont know how any of this works?) for uncleanliness. a lot of this was very gross but it looked like they were trying their best for managing so many animals alone.
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were at the chicken coop, trying to get some hens to mother eggs. some fly away from the eggs, which is a huge problem, because theyre not coming back, and now we dont know which egg belongs to which hen, which is a problem for inbreeding (are these real farm problems). so now there are eggs that have no hens to foster, the hens seemed to just not want to do it. some did, and we built a wooden cage over each bed to keep them from moving, because they would be going into hibernation, and we dont want them to leave their eggs. we took all of the lonely eggs (whose baby chickens disappeared without a mother, apparently) and threw them in a pile (where they automatically turned scrambled upon breaking) to feed to a fat-tom chicken. it was just disgusting watching this chicken inhale all of these eggs. not because it was a chicken eating eggs, it was just nauseating. i ran away.
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fat tom had grown so large from all those eggs that he was inflating like a balloon. he got bigger and bigger and it was an emergency. i dont know if this was a thing that happens every time these eggs are discarded but it doesnt matter hes going to explode. were screaming and panicking, i think i should hold my breath for this, he invades our space as we start seeing through his limbs (literally like a balloon), oh my god. and then he pops.

uhhh... i had scrambled eggs that morning... the rest from watching adorable videos of horsies and being taken back to when i stayed at a farm, not working, and playing with baby chicks. it had been my first time at a farm so a lot of the ecosystem and surrounding supplies and fallout i had not ever seen before, at first sight it was very gross compared to my suburbia life. very nonsensical and entertaining to think about. i woke up so, so confused.

i was in a burning building. the realistic picture of everywhere you look, running and searching, only the escapes seemed to be flammable. people shoving babies through smashed windows. blood and things on the floor, like a wrecking ball or a massive earthquake was with us. there were some people on their knees crying and praying to the television with verses on in the middle of it all; it must have been a church. i might have joined them for a second out of overwhelming grief and found a moment of silence but i quickly realized the situation. there are plenty of dead ends and empty hallways to run in back and forth 100 times, because the brain is trying to gather as much information as possible that it discards everything as fast as it (cant) process it. it felt desperate and raw. if the situation wasnt already scary, then the way it had victims acting was frightening. it felt so real (1). its an emergency no one can ignore. i think there were firemen there, but they were useless. standing around trying to show people to an opening, but i had to ask him for directions, and people were left jumping alone. im not sure about the situation outside or upon exit.

Not a nightmare... i dont think. it didnt give me chills or disturb me to my core like nightmares do. whats with the scary-scenario non-nightmares? it gives me more to think about than if it were an actual nightmare. now i have to process what that means, too... clearly from my recent nexpo binge. i dont like realistic horror stories (ie real people suffering... natural disasters, common crime), so i try to stick with paranormal, but sometimes i just dont bother to skip the portion of the video. i woke up in the middle of the night with a full bladder, and somehow remembered these dreams when i woke up again 8 hours later. i had a second dream this night that i was driving past an ashen building, but i dont think theyre related, maybe sharing the same source of inspiration though.

dad was driving me somewhere and it was night; it had the atmosphere of driving home from a softball game, but neither of us were particularly exhausted. we were entering a bridge, and part of the enterance was littered with fashion magazines!! glorious fashion magazines all that i could ever want. nobody else was on the road so i told him to stop. i got out and started picking up a bunch like a nerd that dropped all her books. some young lady came up behind us and (upon seeing we are white), got out of her car to use a translator to say, explain the situation or get moving. dad stayed in the car while i got back in and we kept going while i took note of the location. the next night i brought a bag and hopped on my bike to go.
it was one of those criminal interviews on the news. the killer was masked and said all of his previous killings were in places that were "too easy." i was walking beside a building picking flowers, somewhere secluded at night. it was where a fence would be between 2 residential properties, but they were office type buildings, so it was more overgrown.

thats it. i dont know if the second part is from the same storyline as the first, since i usually tell 2 apart from the change in scene and theme, but these both include my being independant, outside in the dark. but with something as conspicuous as picking flowers between buildings and a murderer like that... this wasnt a nightmare, or it atleast didnt get to the climax of the scary story. just another thinker. 3 straight nights of dreams?

i had a bunch of plants to decorate and they were really wet plants or just kept in a shower/water vase. i had a lot of stuff to decorate them (their pots) with. but no matter how i arranged them it was gross-looking. the plants just looked really brown and limp. the decorations were lego-like mini figure toys made out of rubber, something that you would get from a gumball machine at the supermarket. i put 2 lifeguards on a canoe floating in the wide tupperware bowl (maybe thats why the plant wasnt doing well). there were other boats and radio towers. i was doing it with a friend and they were totally ruining my vision. the pots they were put in were bad choices and the plant sizes were puzzle pieces that didnt fit.

this is from seeing winters effect.

I was watching the sky and there were a lot of planes flying by in 3s. I wanted to get a photo, but i was embarrassed and awkward about it. there were people there.

im still nervous to take photos of pretty places im at because i think its embarrassing when other people do it. i dont hate them for it, somehow the entire equation runs through my head and its just embarrassing holding a smartphone up or posing with it. ive been like this forever and have just leeched off of my friends photos of places we go to. its something i want to change. sky pretty...

I had a cheap film camera, and realized I'd never taken a photo in weeks. My cat was across the room so I took a photo of him. I realized after I should've turned on flash. It was really dark and I was sitting with no lights on. It looked like we were somewhere in an antique shop.
I was waiting in a car and started watching 3 dogs hesitantly running away together. it took me some time to realize they mightve escaped through their owners door (why didnt that click immediately?).
My dad was geeking out explaining to me about something that i didnt understand or care about.

I had been researching film cameras, I ran across a dog on a walk alone (not lost, he usually does this (?)), usual dad behavior

we saw 3 toddlers red as tomatoes cooking in the sun in their front yard dancing and we were already going to get pool stuff so we went to some walmart dollar store party city place with my brother and mom and we were in an aisle and there was a cute little dolphin toy I pointed out to mom and glitter round things (they looked like putties/slime so idk how they were supposed to be used in pools) and I said I would totally have a glitter pool and I took one and started chewing it and it was like jelly but it was a lot and never got any smaller like i was not doing any damage to it by chewing and really really cold like ice I just kept chewing it while we looked around it never got any smaller or warmer it was so cold I had to hold my hand to my mouth and open it and do that weird huffing thing when the food is too hot or cold some other small toddler walked in with her mom at some point and I never noticed her walking right by my legs for some reason it was fine though nothing happened yeah just me chewing glittery pool toys like I've always wanted to

I have no idea maybe it was from looking at body care and skin stuff before bed those kids at the beginning were like bright red not even sunburn red just tomatoes I also didn't put on sunscreen that morning which wasn't a big deal it was really cloudy outside and I was sad but I will be wearing it after this

sinjin drowning were recording something playing as cats running around a house filled with dogs and they thought it would be funny to try to wake them all up by barking at them it wasn't roblox or something but they were controlling the cats voice barking at them the dogs were just like real dogs but they weren't bothered by the fact they were cats running around making noise they just lay there sometimes opening their eyes to stare at them like those are some stupid cats. they were trying their hardest to get them to chase them though but the dogs didn't really care

I try playing with my small dogs sometimes (to no avail) and I have been watching sinjin recently I also spend 247 with my kitty who runs around the house crying when he wants attention at night and everyone's asleep our dogs sometimes bark at him but it doesn't last very long I don't think my cat had anything to do with this tho just that he runs around at night sometimes