I paused and could only say “don’t worry about it” i hated it in even in the dream. I can’t let myself expect to be called a woman when i look so unmistakenly masculine, when my face looks so angular and cruel. I cant let myself get used to it for even a second.

most of my dreams suck . its just worries and regrets about the past. sleeping is euphoric but when im thinking, concious even in a dream, im not happy. old friends haunt me, either uneasily hanging out with eachother after falling out or asking why i havent reached out to them in years. the dreams that aren’t worrying just feel like me wandering or looking for something with no success

probably smoke way too much weed (in general) to lucid dream or even remember the majority of stuff that doesn’t stress me out