2026-10-24
minoru torihada breeding program. that's all i remember.
this is 僕の夢日記 for those curious about what goes on in my head.
adapted from retelling them to friends in direct messages... when really i should be doing so via email
this page was inspired by my friend's own dream diary page. credits to Macbeth Yuuichi.
minoru torihada breeding program. that's all i remember.
I was moving through some dark tunnel-like place. the suggestion of my girlfriend was there.
i kept posting michiru yumesaki to lolcow.farm. the site looked like the toyhou.se forums for some reason, or maybe the "schlog" (for those in the know). i did this despite having no milk. someone replied "didn't this thing groom some kid on discord lol"
i was with my girlfriend. i was fighting with my former employment agency and at the same time i was going out to see my favourite musicians. very often... except performances were few and far between. it was more like hangouts and guided tours?
during one, we were on top of a gorgeous bridge and there were some random girls but most importantly Sharaku Kobayashi was hanging out by the railing with us. and everyone got to chat with him.
something about matching tattoos via Sharaku's choice (sharaku choosing matching tattoos? or sharaku choosing to match tattoos with one lucky fan? i don't know which) came up.
then we were apparently in a Thai casino. my girlfriend was having a bash on the pokies. then she was in a wheelchair and complaining about how hard it is for us to get to Fukusuke's next meet (which was on the same bridge--lazy), how hard everything has become since she became wheelchair bound; i agreed, as the one who had to walk these routes with her each time. i kept imagining how much harder it would be to propel yourself with only your arms. especially uphill.
before reading, you must note that i am an australian.
i was driving from somewhere in the United States to somewhere in Canada via a tiny car which belonged to someone i now resent, in an attempt to escape my terrible life. it was this little yellow thingy that might have been running MacOS? tiger or leopard? well, i listened to a lot of DEVO on the drive.
i ended up staying with my mother and siblings for a night, but my mother and siblings actually happened to be with a friend of hers. was she homeless? or just in town at the same time as me?
somewhere during this, my father was being an asshole and withholding something like money, drugs, furniture, my belongings, something or other... my mother had called several numbers attempting to contact him, which somehow all went via the TV rather than a phone, and at one point my papa finally picked up and didn't say anything...
all was quiet... but she could tell he was there because of "the sound of two crisp 20 dollar notes falling together" which she apparently recognised greatly.
she called up a friend to vent, angry and upset, and this friend told her roommate what was going on. and this roommate was Amano Tonbimaru. (pictured)
...he arrived at my mother's doorstep very quickly to give her a hug and tell her she'd help her out. she burst into tears
he went to yell at and berate and hit my father until he could drive back with the missing things, handing them over and not addressing the incident much. this both happened in the distant past and immediate present...? and the story apparently got posted on a forum or twitter by some japanese girl years and years later to demonstrate amano's true soul.
and it might have been an attempt to paint him in a negative light?!?!
then i cried in the morning for some reason as i resigned myself to walking across some very busy highways. i think the idea was that my mother taking me in had somehow rid me of my car. then things began to slip away from me and that was the end of it
a brand was selling some sort of hair gel or mousse or something based on how many google apps you have on your phone. the fewer the better. if you had all of them, you were resigned to "Google GAYYYYY" tier.
some popular twitter troll was actually a swedish girl named "furoppi" who decided she no longer wants to be associated with lain anymore, because she was accidentally supporting some racial stereotype.
the real life version of this person has never been associated with lain.
someone's dad (mine? my friend's? my girlfriend's?) died due to bee-themed gang wars.
i woke up with only the memory of an internet meme: a femboy and a lesbian, crudely drawn in their respective rooms, both in tears.
they lament, i'm tired of this! why aren't men the same as my anime porn?
i don't really care about that sort of thing. it is annoying to have other people's opinions about online discourse appear in my dreams. it is like an infection. it doesn't matter to me at all, and its presence is greatly annoying.
i had a dream that whilst hanging out with a friend they confessed that they have and always had feelings for me. somehow.
i asked, aren't you taken? and they said, yes, i don't know... i feel bad... it's always been like this for you... as this exchange was happening, they were already very close to me (and i suppose i never thought anything of it because i'm a clingy person no matter the inarticleidual. one of many things that makes me look gay), but now they were clinging onto me for dear life, and i think they were already attempting to kiss me. i was shaky and dumbfounded.
i knew i have my beautiful girlfriend, and i felt terrible, and i certainly didn't want this! but i couldn't push them off! it was awful! they walked outside to smoke but didn't even have offer me one (rude) and said something about how they're too weak willed.
i ended up frantically texting another friend (with no relation to the first) asking if the two of us could ever work past this without acknowledging it or something?? why would THAT friend know???
some other confusing things happened but i don't really remember. i was tossing and turning and kept waking up but the dream carried on
well, crazy uncomfortable dream, glad i don't get this type often anymore
i dreamed that my lady came to visit and i took her out and we were very happy.
but the city's central train station was somehow also connected to the airport a thousand ways, and the floors were uneven and cramped, and navigation was impossible, and it was insane... somehow hospital-like too...
it was kinda scary looking back. it was like some sort of randomly generated dungeon. but it was nice in the dream so whatever
i commissioned someone on skeb to draw my girlfriend and i. later they posted a batch of skebs they were dropping at once on twitter, and their art style was crazy different so at first i thought "wow, this person is drawing nothing like they usually do", but then i looked at the images and i thought to myself
"wait where is mine?",,,
later they replied to their own post saying they were getting around to the others later maybe in a month i was so annoyed and upset over it. then i woke up
i think i dreamed about the band Proxyon. the song 僕の歌を総て君にあげたい was very strong in my mind during and afterw waking up. there was something about interacting with Shotarou and something to do with my friends but i have lost it all
i dreamed i went fishing with my friend? in the middle of the street... and in the middle of the night...
we walked down the road, and we just stopped right there, and we put down our bags and started fishing, right on shiny wet post-rain asphalt. the way it reflected the street lights was beautiful
we didn't actually catch anything due to casting our lines on the actual road, of course. also, we were doing this on a road near my house where only 600m away, there is a beach with many places to fish. i don't understand.
also i was mansplaining some label named Fox Records to my girlfriend, which she really despised me doing
i was in a kabukicho-like place and some girl was speaking turkish in order to let me progress(?)
i had a Deltarune-themed dream where Susie was heavily pregnant with her dead ex-girlfriend's twins? Noelle kept talking about how "yeah i'll raise them as my own i love you"... the ex girlfriend had died over a year ago, so this was a long ass pregnancy
everyone planned on one day killing Ralsei. that's all i remember.
i dreamed that the former & long-passed vocalist Tatsuya from the band Blam Honey finally got official and direct confirmation he was gay...from none other than the first drummer of the band Metronome, who told his life story on twitter.
apparently once upon a time he was a teenaged prostitute, just to make it out alive, and he'd really come so far today to be able to have fun and rejoin metronome. and Tatsuya had apparently helped him a lot back in the day, so he was speaking in memorial as well.
someone in his replies told him off for posting a barefaced selfie, and told him about all the chemicals and editing apps he should be employing to become unnatural and alien-like. my lady and i were so pissed off that we almost died.
the thing is, Tatsuya was pretty openly gay when he was alive. why was i so excited? especially when it has nothing to do with me?
i was kind of in a shitty kdrama plot. everyone in the world had a personal countdown to when they would die, but by the end i somehow got the ability to extend my life by grabbing onto people as i was supposed to be dying and then they would die instead, i would take their life force.
i was just grabbing onto old people and their dogs on the street and also some gay dude who hit on me. but i only did this a few times before feeling terrible and i ended up dying. i thought that my life had been extended like another 30 seconds but i realised after a bit that i had become a ghost because i checked my phone and Teruo Nakano (!!!?) had texted me telling me we have things to discuss.
so now i have to go to terry's house to learn about the Reincarnation Lottery Card System. he explains a lot to me, such as how colours are valuable, and purple is the best. people who have waited over 30 days to be reincarnated get pink cards instead of blue ones, and for some reason, they're considered special needs (i don't know what the special needs are). he lived in some place that was simultaneously a McMansion, an apartment, and a suburban house in terms of both interior and exterior. not much colour was involved at all, all black and white with minimal grey, but he also had many metal racks instead of real shelves.
i spend a while wandering as a ghost and teruo may or may not be with me while i do so and then after a while i get a friend request on steam from my ex which made me so mad that i woke up
my girlfriend and i were trying to cook together a lot
bad dream. high school themed. markiplier was there
bad dream. high school themed. markiplier was there
i was on my upcoming Japan tour, but alone, and somehow i had ended up on what i can only describe as a tour bus with a few bandmen and a lot of randoms. the bandomen seemed to be in charge, as if this was not regular transport from A to B but a private charter... anyhow, i was next to Fukusuke Fukuda of Metronome/ADAPTER。/et cetera fame, chatting him up... i think my goal was to get into his pants. or maybe that was his goal.
either way, we were real close to it... then he, frustrated, forces the bus driver to pull over on the side of the highway. a highway which looked suspiciously like a shitty australian highway. eventually the driver concedes and we pull over, and he goes to piss, and Edogawa Chowoichirou from gaizao goes outside to chat him up and then they immediately sneak away to fuck. i am angry. i am appalled. Fukusuke Fukuda just blue balled me. all to sleep with Edgar instead.
i would never sleep with fukuda anyway
someone posted an entire classic action movie to twitter and i watched it all the way through, only for literally the very climax to be sneajer-level Veo-generated slop (in fact i think one character literally transformed into the Homelander dragon) with a fake stupid cliche plot twist bad ending to the movie.
the comments were full of people complaining about "great movie and then you just had to change the ending with ai slop", "i watched this whole thing and wasted my time", etc.
there were also these cute mouse-themed muffins from IKEA that everyone i knew would independently send me photos of when going to IKEA
i dreamed that my friend hosted a drawpile-type thing (the program certainly was not drawpile however, and not aggie/magma either) in which the required theme was "Communication".
upon login you would be asked a series of questions:
Pick a brush. You'll find out what they look like afterwards and can change then.
(options were Pencil, Pen, Brush, Airbrush and Pony??)
On a scale of 1 to 7—where 1 is "desperately" and 7 is "not at all"—how much do you want to fuck the telephone? (Don't worry, we won't judge.)
this option was set to 2 by default... i left it unchanged,
Are you over the age of 15?
(and not 18?)
i forgot the 4th.
.upon login, when i could finally see the canvas, it was revealed to me that most people drew their favs molesting wired handsets and/or the base of the telephone. i don't know why everybody agreed that "Communication" meant "Sex With Phones", or even why so many people there were into this at all (but i was pleasantly(???) surprised). it seemed to me that no matter where on the canvas i began to draw i was drawing too large and/or would be faced with someone else immediately placing some very solid foundations for some very good artwork, blocking my drawing, but i persevered. also, only one person used the pony brush...
i, the genius that i am, almost drew shinjuku gewalt's toda-san tangled in his handset mic from the side project neuron several times...before falling back to drawing him with his gewalt megaphone instead... he was carefully handling it but with no real objectophilic traits at all... no matter, i was swiftly hailed as a genius for drawing the "most erotic artwork there". i immediately theorized that this was due to the phenomenon of "sexual novelty": i was drawing a unique Communication Tool, in contrast to all the phones. it was not at all my intention despite my tendencies. i carried on,
also, almost everyone involved was inside the same cruise ship casino thing, but nobody saw each other in person...
my friend appeared in my dreams, in an online form. i don't remember very much of my dream let alone what they were saying. but there was a distinct energy.
my friend randomly called me for some reason. but while we were talking, judge judy was so loud on the tv in the living room and i was fighting to know what she was saying.
she turned on her camera and was in an evil forest at night for some reason. i told her i'd be right back, turned off my mic then just did some bullshit and fell asleep at my computer. when I woke up (in the dream) i felt terrible because she was like "i hope you're alright, i need to leave >_<" and left me in call alone
and then she sent me a link to four JavaScript games she made