MadotsukiYume
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I thought giving my dreams titles would be cool. I dunno, I feel like it's a cool way to describe them.
In this dream, I was standing in a tall grass field. It reached to around my knee (for reference, I am 6'5). The grass was a dark grey-ish colour or maybe just black, and I remember it looked sort of gravelly in texture, kind of like concrete if that makes sense. In the middle of this field, there was a dead tree, and it was made of pitch-black wood. It had no leaves on it at all. The sky was bright, it was daytime, but the sky was grey. It wasn't cloudy, it was clear.
I was in an outfit I enjoy wearing often; a yellow sweater, black jeans, and yellow jordans. The dream (or my vision of it) wasn't greyscale, it just appeared like the grass and tree were its natural colours. At least in that dream.
There was nothing. All I could hear and feel was a slow breeze of wind. It was soothing, but it felt off. Like... something wasn't right. I tried moving, but I couldn't. It was like my feet were stuck to the ground. I was there for what felt like a few hours before waking up. I wasn't unsettled or stressed. In a way, it was refreshing. I'm just wondering what it all meant, or what it could mean.
In this dream, I was standing in a tall grass field. It reached to around my knee (for reference, I am 6'5). The grass was a dark grey-ish colour or maybe just black, and I remember it looked sort of gravelly in texture, kind of like concrete if that makes sense. In the middle of this field, there was a dead tree, and it was made of pitch-black wood. It had no leaves on it at all. The sky was bright, it was daytime, but the sky was grey. It wasn't cloudy, it was clear.
I was in an outfit I enjoy wearing often; a yellow sweater, black jeans, and yellow jordans. The dream (or my vision of it) wasn't greyscale, it just appeared like the grass and tree were its natural colours. At least in that dream.
There was nothing. All I could hear and feel was a slow breeze of wind. It was soothing, but it felt off. Like... something wasn't right. I tried moving, but I couldn't. It was like my feet were stuck to the ground. I was there for what felt like a few hours before waking up. I wasn't unsettled or stressed. In a way, it was refreshing. I'm just wondering what it all meant, or what it could mean.