Okay, so.. I decided to just write it in a separate entry because I like to keep records of my dreams. And since you want the unfiltered version, I hope you won't take offense 😬
This prolly happened because I usually end up scrolling through Open Diaries before falling asleep.
Anyway, in the dream, The Open Diaries apparently had a Discord server that everyone else was on—except me. I only found out about it when somebody posted a screenshot of one of the channels showing a conversation between you and Inkheart. I couldn’t help but feel a little left out—why was everyone there and no one told me? I totally missed out on everything: the games, movie nights, or group therapy sessions..
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And then, as dreams do, the scene shifted without rhyme or reason. We were walking together—side by side, in silence, up a narrow street. When I felt enough warmth for you, I made a bold move and took your hand, unknowingly putting both of us in an unbelievably awkward situation. Neither of us knew whether to interlace our fingers or just hook our palms like confused toddlers. Figuring that out felt like five minutes of agonising awkwardness, with our fingers fumbling and retreating, until we finally managed to reach a proper intertwining. But even before overcoming that, I realised, with a sinking heart, that it felt wholly unnatural. Forced. A foolish decision I immediately began to regret.
And that regret was further amplified by the events that followed.
Somehow, you took this initiation of mine as an invitation to—ah, I don't want to go into details. I know you wanted the raw version, but, I'm sorry, I just can't with this part. Hahaha. You were completely out of character, and I felt disillusioned. Oh, I feel horrible saying this 😂 I'm sure you're not like this in real life, but dream-you gave me the most dreadful "ick" because you suddenly became.. uncomfortably animalistic.
But nothing happened! Not even a kiss. Hahaha. I stopped things before they could escalate.
Then suddenly, we were no longer in the street. This time, we were in some kind of TV show. I remember you were wearing a cream-coloured shirt over a white tee, and you made an announcement to the audience about how you had become someone you never thought you would be. As it turned out, despite the disaster that happened after the hand-holding fiasco, you still appreciated me for being the first girl to show and give you affection. And ostensibly, we continued spending time together after that too, because on the show, which you had somehow magically become the host of, you said that you had grown attached to me, and with this attachment, you had changed and had done something you normally wouldn't. That something being: spending lavishly, and on an item that wasn't even for you, no less. So you showed everyone the incredibly expensive present you got for me. Oh, you were so proud of it. The gift was...
Drumroll, please.
Braces 😂
Yes. Apparently, in my dream, not only were you a TV show host, you were also a dentist. Now the thing is, it wasn't even the modern braces we wear today, but the ridiculously old-school, robot-mouth, heavy metal ones. And then you started drilling into my mouth—not in a gentle, medical way either—but with industrial, rough-handling savagery, using some sort of heavy-duty drilling equipment 😂 (Bruv, I don't know why you were so harsh to me 😂) As if the chaos wasn't bad enough, one of the guests on the show—who happened to be a former suitor of mine—chimed in with, "Yeah, her teeth are really rusty."
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When I opened The Open Diaries after all that, I saw a new post from you. It was an hour-long read, and it was about me. I hadn't opened it yet, but I caught glimpses of the words it contained, like how I told you I felt so comfortable with you and how you felt like home. With everything that had happened, in my mind, I was like: "Really? The fuck is he on about?"
Before I could open it to read the entire entry, you stopped me and said that your post was written in the future, and that the feelings I had for you in it weren't known to me yet. You wanted me to realise them on my own by going through the moments we "shared" together. I felt absolutely bummed because I was so curious to read how my feelings had evolved, and what our "future" relationship status was supposed to be.
That was it 😂😂😂