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gardenoflove i have decided i will start cataloging my dreams here.. ive been writing down my dreams since 2023, but i dont think itd make much sense to try and catalog all of those here.
i became foster child to a malcom int the middle-esque family. dewey however is a girl and theyre all teens >.> so not Really malcolm in the middle. they lived in a beach house (?) on a sort of hill that wasnt really a hill and was reminiscent of this park near me. i dont recall what happened for most of the beginning, but at one point the eldest son is doing tricks outside the house, then the dad / uncle ( it was unclear who was who when it came to the adults ) gets mad and says something along the lines of "ok, tarzan off of this (one of the thin / viney parts of the huge tree they had.)" the eldest son is reluctant but agrees and does it tastefully, but the older male relative is still upset he didnt do it right. my dream self / pov and the eldest shrug him off and are about to go inside, but this other boy comes up to us and begins talking about something nonsensical i do not remember. He was slightly tanned and had short blonde middle parted hair, a hawaiian shirt, some kind of seashell necklace and sunglasses on his head. then we went inside and the eldest started playing some miiverse / nintendogs mashup game. for some reason they strictly prohibit one of the boys, the 2nd oldest(?), from having any fun or looking at anything fun or else he will get scolded, which he does after glancing at the screen. after this, the parents start yelling about the father having cheated and hid photographs of his mistress, and all of the children are in their room. their beds were weirdly set up, e.g. the bed the youngest boy, the eldest and i slept on was moreso one of those black metal racks but still stable enough to support us and has slightly enclosed near where out heads were with compartments to put things. the 2nd eldest slept on this really Thin single bed, and the girl had the biggest bed. while trying to reach for things to organize as my dream selfs part of the bed was directly on the floor,i found the daughters cute customised converse and gave it to her. she was extremely excited so the tenseness in the room died down, and the eldest son started drawing deadpool for my dream self after the youngest started talking about him. also throughout this dream, my dream self was only allowed to exclaim how they loved xyz thing . right as i woke up the eldest switched from deadpool drawing to drawing giant hulk giving a thumbs up to a building.
i became foster child to a malcom int the middle-esque family. dewey however is a girl and theyre all teens >.> so not Really malcolm in the middle. they lived in a beach house (?) on a sort of hill that wasnt really a hill and was reminiscent of this park near me. i dont recall what happened for most of the beginning, but at one point the eldest son is doing tricks outside the house, then the dad / uncle ( it was unclear who was who when it came to the adults ) gets mad and says something along the lines of "ok, tarzan off of this (one of the thin / viney parts of the huge tree they had.)" the eldest son is reluctant but agrees and does it tastefully, but the older male relative is still upset he didnt do it right. my dream self / pov and the eldest shrug him off and are about to go inside, but this other boy comes up to us and begins talking about something nonsensical i do not remember. He was slightly tanned and had short blonde middle parted hair, a hawaiian shirt, some kind of seashell necklace and sunglasses on his head. then we went inside and the eldest started playing some miiverse / nintendogs mashup game. for some reason they strictly prohibit one of the boys, the 2nd oldest(?), from having any fun or looking at anything fun or else he will get scolded, which he does after glancing at the screen. after this, the parents start yelling about the father having cheated and hid photographs of his mistress, and all of the children are in their room. their beds were weirdly set up, e.g. the bed the youngest boy, the eldest and i slept on was moreso one of those black metal racks but still stable enough to support us and has slightly enclosed near where out heads were with compartments to put things. the 2nd eldest slept on this really Thin single bed, and the girl had the biggest bed. while trying to reach for things to organize as my dream selfs part of the bed was directly on the floor,i found the daughters cute customised converse and gave it to her. she was extremely excited so the tenseness in the room died down, and the eldest son started drawing deadpool for my dream self after the youngest started talking about him. also throughout this dream, my dream self was only allowed to exclaim how they loved xyz thing . right as i woke up the eldest switched from deadpool drawing to drawing giant hulk giving a thumbs up to a building.
