Dream Log Archive

Category: Peaceful

  • January 7, 2025

    (rural academy / lion father / mountain farm)

    I’m in a rural town at an academy with potential dating candidates. One of them is a tall, dark-haired boy who lives in the mountains.

    We hike up through the snow. As we get close to the top, he points ahead and says that’s his father. He’s pointing to a pride of lions led by Simba.

    His mother is human.

    We go to the next hilltop, where she has a farm. I greet her nervously and tell her I’m in a relationship with her son and intend to marry him. She is gentle and says she feels blessed to be able to do what she wants in life.

    They produce milk, cheese, and other goods. There isn’t a proper cheese press—I see the barn and there’s only a cheese roller—but it’s still their most popular product.

    The lions help with shipping.

  • September 18, 2024

    (dockside festival / cruise escape / haunted one piece)

    I’m on a cruise ship and step off into a large city. There’s a festival being set up by the docks. One of the acts uses fire tricks. Two men setting it up talk about it. There had been a large terrorist explosion earlier in the center of the city, so they thought the act would be banned, but instead the city wants it as a distraction, just redirected elsewhere.

    I go over to move the fuses. Something goes wrong and there’s some kind of attack, or the trick goes off too early. All the cruise passengers quickly return to the ship. We had gotten off without specific paperwork and don’t want to get stuck in the city and not be allowed to leave.

    The cruise ship circles around the water and heads toward Dubai.

    There’s a new or changed version of One Piece. Monkey D. Luffy, Nami, Nico Robin, and Sanji are there. In the first boat, Brook appears briefly. Luffy invites him to join jokingly, but Brook is searching for the pirates who killed his crew and says he’ll join later.

    Sanji initially only falls for Nami. I think this is to prevent early changes to the story, but soon after he also starts liking Robin.

    The ship becomes haunted. Luffy sends everyone to their rooms and confronts the ghosts. There are three pirate ghosts escorting two child ghosts. One of the children needed a glass of water, so they stopped.

    Most people get scared and attack, but the ghosts don’t harm anyone unless they need to protect the children. Luffy stays calm. Nami comes in and turns on the lights, and Sanji gives the ghosts food. Everyone understands the situation.

    One pirate ghost stays behind and haunts Luffy’s right arm. It takes a lot of energy, but it significantly increases his power. The ghost looks somewhat unintelligent, with a large body, like a homunculus.

    They land on an island so Luffy can practice using the new power. Sanji fights him because Zoro isn’t there. Luffy is initially worried about hurting Sanji, but Sanji deflects all of his punches into the ground before they can land. There’s also a sense that Sanji might be a twin.

  • July 7, 2024

    (tokyo meetup / driver’s license / tv show over dinner)

    I live in Japan, somewhere somewhat rural but still close to Tokyo. Friend K is visiting Japan, and since I have some days off, I decide to meet her in Tokyo.

    We meet up and spend time together. It was recently my birthday, and I had posted online asking people to message me. Akira had messaged asking if I wanted to meet at “dept Machada.” I’m unsure if that means a tea shop in a department store or if it’s a typo for Machida in Tokyo, and I briefly wonder if he’s following my updates too closely.

    In the early afternoon, Friend K and I talk about what to do next. I mention something my host family has for me that I never picked up. Friend K feels responsible and offers to go get it. She has a train pass, so it won’t cost much.

    There’s a special express train leaving soon, so we go to the station and she takes it. I wait with her for about twenty minutes, then stay behind to catch a regular train into Tokyo. We plan to meet again later.

    As I’m on the train, I realize I didn’t think the timing through. We both left around 3:30 or 4:00pm, which doesn’t give her enough time to go to my host family and come back. I also realize I never told my host family she was coming, and she’s going to Sapporo, not Kushiro. I scroll through my LINE messages trying to find Okaa-san, but there are lots of recent messages from people I don’t know well, along with ads from businesses, especially home goods.

    I arrive at a building that looks very American, with an entrance like a dentist office. There’s a front parking lot reserved for certain people. A friend parks there, and when I ask why, she says it’s because her small truck doesn’t fit in the regular parking spaces.

    I think about getting my license. Instead of retaking a test, I go to reception and they reprint it for me based on past data. There’s another window that looks like it can print passports too. I answer a few simple questions, and they print my card, and now I can drive.

    There’s a car outside that I can take, though I realize I don’t actually have permission to park there. I take it out anyway and drive around the streets for a bit. Dad is also there at the building when I get my license.

    I’m at a very fancy house, possibly In-laws’. I talk with someone about a show I’ve been watching and put on the first episode while I make dinner—pasta and salad.

    The show is about a girl who is treated very badly by her family. Her brother and sister treat her like a dog, and the father is cold and doesn’t stop them. At some point, the father brings her for experiments. The siblings realize what they were doing isn’t just a game but actually harmful.

    The sister tries to stand up for her but has no power against the father. He forces the daughter to watch the experiments even when she refuses to help him call the girl over. He drags them both instead.

    The girl understands vaguely that the siblings are trying to help, but she’s powerless, and the way she’s been treated has become ingrained in her. She behaves like a dog even as she’s strapped to a table for experiments, while the sister is tied up nearby and forced to watch.

    The house itself is bright and grand, with a pool in the garden and grass and flowers everywhere.

  • May 14, 2020

    (bus stop detour / portrait & pursuit / ciel’s standoff)

    I’m on a bus heading home, but I need to stop at a convenience store for a drink, so I get off a bit early near the center of town. The rest of my classmates say goodbye, but then get off at the next stop and walk through town. They wave when they see me, but I keep walking like I have somewhere to be.

    I pass the town information center and reach a bridge where parade preparations are happening. In the river below, a group of giant turtles spins in formation. On the bridge and along the shore, a Shinsengumi squad practices swordplay.

    I continue to a small museum for handicrafts and ceramics. Everything is written in English, even though the setting is clearly in Japan. I go into a workshop and end up being the last visitor of the day.

    Right before me is a Chinese or Taiwanese girl with short brown hair, Xue Tsun. She has a watercolor portrait done, then draws her own picture of herself and me, the next person in line. When it’s my turn, I only get the portrait. I like her drawing and ask for a copy, but I’m told I’ll have to get it directly from her.

    I run out to catch up with her and find her just before the bridge. She’s being harassed by a man. I step in and fight him off, and he turns out to be her boyfriend.

    I walk down a nearby street to a mansion that belongs to Ciel Phantomhive. He has been dealing with difficult negotiations with someone trying to take what’s his. He suspects they might try again, but still invites them in, confident he can win.

    As they arrive, he realizes something is wrong. He hears his own voice coming from the door and understands that they may be creating copies of him each time to replace him.

    He runs and locks himself in the bathroom, nervously turning his ring. The opponent has the advantage—they only need to destroy, while he has too many things to protect: his claim to the ring, his estate, possibly Lizzie (Elizabeth Midford).

    He knows he has to think quickly, because if he shows any weakness, it will be over almost immediately.

  • April 23, 2020

    (department store loop / dessert outing / purchase hesitation)

    I’m at a 49-store department store, repeatedly passing around the bus stop out front.

    One of the floors is dedicated to restaurants, mostly very fancy places, all offering lunch and dessert sets.

    After a lecture one day, I go there with College Roommate S and we try cakes at one of the Italian places.

    At night, I return with Ex-boyfriend T.

    On the first floor, there’s a general store selling soft, fuzzy loft shawls. He tries on a blue one and hints that I should buy it for him for Christmas. I agree, but I don’t want to buy it in front of him.

    I go upstairs to look around the restaurant floor again, then come back down and usher him outside so I can go to the register alone.

    I buy a few other things as well, but when I’m checking out and trying to get my rewards cards ready, I realize I never put the shawl on the counter. I have to ask them to redo the receipt.

  • April 22, 2020

    (bus rides / support group / sex event escape)

    I’m being transported along with others on a set of buses—several yellow school buses and one small nine-seat shuttle. I’m on the shuttle, which is completely full, while the other buses are less crowded.

    On the way there, I sit near the front, but on the return trip I sit in the back. At one point on the return, I’m the only passenger left, and I chat with the driver as we pass Neighbor J’s house.

    I’m in Hometown Center, working at a company on the third floor of my high school’s math building. The job feels boring, maybe something like accounting, and my desk space is small.

    HS Friend A works at a McDonald’s nearby. I stop by with a friend during lunch and try to get her to come with us, but she says she can’t because her boss would fire her if he found out. We still talk briefly outside.

    I go to a small studio for a group conversation. We sit in a circle of chairs and talk—it feels like a support group setting, but not centered on any specific issue.

    A boy shares a memory from childhood where he tried to look openly at gay things, but his mother redirected him, telling him that “normal” people looked at cute fuzzy animal characters when they liked things like that. He grows up to become a major voice in furry forums, with his mother continuing to help him hide things from his father.

    Later, there’s a nighttime event on the floor of my high school science building. People are bringing in pairs for some kind of tribal-like hate-sex. The first pair is two drag queens, who are also sex workers. I don’t stay till the end, leaving a bit early to head back to work.

    When I go back toward work, the bosses are in a meeting and have taken over the office space, forcing everyone else into the hallway. I decide to leave instead.

    Downstairs, I find Language School Classmate A, who is a popular child actress. She asks where we are, and I realize she is supposed to be next in the hate-sex show but hasn’t been told about the event.

    I decide to protect her and take her home. We manage to get out of the high school building before we start being chased. I pick her up to run faster, but my limbs feel slow and uncoordinated. I end up pushing myself forward using both my arms and legs, almost crawling, trying to get her to safety.

  • April 14, 2020

    (beach search / dog facility / different childhood)

    I’m walking along a beach with my family, looking for something, though I don’t know exactly where it is. We pass a taxi area and continue to another stretch of beach, but that’s not right either.

    Eventually, we come to a white glass building and go inside. It looks like a chemistry lab at first, but there are dogs everywhere—it’s more like a dog hotel or grooming center. There’s only one woman taking care of them.

    Near the entrance are four small dogs: a fluffy white one wearing a headscarf, a blonde dachshund, a jumpy dog, and what seems to be the woman’s own dog, maybe a chihuahua with partially dreaded fur.

    Behind a high table with stools where we sit, there are more dogs, including a golden-brown retriever that loves attention.I try to take pictures with all of them. They’re friendly, though some are shy.

    Later, I’m in a restaurant talking about different ways my life might have gone if I’d been born into different circumstances.

    Then I wake up as a small child.

    Murasaki comes in with her daughter. I’m supposed to know Russian, but I only have my current memories. I make an excuse to go practice and escape into the garden, then head out into the street.

    Some kids make fun of my hair color. An older white man approaches and gives me a bad feeling. I try to leave and tell him we don’t look alike. He pulls my hair angrily, but I manage to slip away and run into another house.

    Inside, it feels like a community gathering space. Another girl finds me and pulls me into a crawl space so we can move around without being seen.

    We end up at an outdoor Korean cultural museum. There’s a theater building, exhibit spaces, and alley-like streets lined with restaurants. We look for somewhere to eat but don’t settle on anything there.

    Instead, we leave and go to a building in front of the museum and decide to have Indian food. We pay up front and each order a dish. I get a kind of dumpling set—seven pieces in a batch.

  • April 13, 2020

    (cafe search / imagined intimacy / hotel meetup)

    I’m living in Tokyo, or somewhere like it, and heading into the city to meet friends to play a game at a tea shop. Last time, we had to search around because the first few places wouldn’t let us stay for a long time.

    I consider going back to the first place, but it wasn’t ideal, so I keep looking. I pass a high-end grocery store and go inside. They have a lot of ice cream cookie sandwiches, but I realize I can’t buy them if I’m going to leave them sitting in a café for hours. I check the store hours—it closes at 23:30—so I think I could come back later before heading home.

    I check another café, but they don’t allow eating inside. I start thinking the first place might be the best option after all.

    Then I pass another place—bright and sunny, with a bar along one wall and full window panes at the back with tables. It looks promising, so I decide to ask if they’ll let us stay and play games there.

    Later, I’m in a hotel for some kind of conference or convention. I’m in bed, about to sleep, when I imagine a scene that feels very real, like it’s happening right next to me. There are two people, one slimmer and one larger, with the larger one having a metal left arm.

    I shift perspective and become the slimmer person. There’s a sense of teasing and anticipation, and I follow along, unsure but responsive, waiting for direction and reacting to what the other person does.

    Then I get distracted by something outside the window. The window opens into the middle of the hotel, where there’s a large internal walkway system and you can see the banisters of all the floors.

    I think I see HS Friend M on a lower floor, just below my balcony. I go to check and confirm it’s her. She’s with other HS friends (group of four), gathering in a room below.

    I call down with cupped hands to ask the room number—5360, on the fifth floor. I rush to grab my things—my phone (which I think isn’t charged, but it is), my glasses, my room key, and slippers, though I can only find one.

    I feel like I have something important the next day, but I can’t resist going to see them, even if it means staying up all night.

  • March 24, 2020

    (geisha training / missed goodbye / transformed return)

    I’m in a Japanese dining establishment involving geisha, where I’m in training alongside another girl who is sullen.

    I have a friend or mentor there who is kind to me. At one point, she serves a guest who is thought to be Jun Matsumoto from Arashi. After he leaves and is given an upscale gift package, it’s revealed that he was actually just a look-alike.

    The tables are fairly full, but I don’t have any customers yet.

    Suddenly, my mentor’s going-away celebration begins. I didn’t realize she was leaving. I try to join in to say goodbye, but I can’t get close to her through the crowd.

    Later, she returns—but now as a man, and apparently very wealthy. He begins buying various geisha from the establishment.

    I stand in the back, hoping he remembers me.

  • February 20, 2020

    (friend’s house / awkward family moment / celebrity visit)

    I’m at College Friend J’s house, which has the same layout as my apartment but wider. We’re sitting on opposite sides of the couch watching Hannibal. College Friend J keeps trying to catch his cat.

    I want to move closer to him but don’t want to seem clingy. I slowly shift over until my head is resting near his legs. He looks at me strangely, then tells me to scoot over and lets me lean on his shoulder.

    His mom comes in and out of the room, and before she leaves, she tells him to do the dishes. After a while, I remind him, and we go to the kitchen. He washes while I help put the dishes away.

    Outside, near the front door where the car is parked, College Friend J’s dad, mom, sister, and a transitioning person are standing. His mom doesn’t seem to trust the transitioning person. We make inside jokes about her behavior based on the show Hannibal.

    Something bad happens, and his mom immediately looks at the transitioning person and insists she knows they don’t have top surgery done.

    I’m in a school classroom. A visiting musician comes in. He’s short, almost dwarfish. He plays a couple of strings on a guitar and tries to make jokes while talking about where he’s been and where he’s from, but his talk isn’t very put together. He says he’s from Scotland.

    The jokes don’t land well, and many students become disillusioned, though some still go up for autographs. One girl has lined paper folded into four sections, filled with celebrity signatures.

    There’s a flashback to Catherine Tate signing something. She says her signature doesn’t look as good as another celebrity’s, possibly Hugh Jackman’s.

    I go up to the girl with the signatures and ask what it’s like to meet celebrities. She says most of her experiences are short and she doesn’t get much time to talk. I say it’s been the same for me in Japan.

    There’s some kind of raffle, and people receive a lot of perishable goods and share them around. One item is a kind of gel mochi with something inside.