November 11th, 2025.
I went to internet personality Punkitt's house and she had turned it into a sanctuary for fantasy animals. There was this one giant turtle named Atlas in a pen on her second floor who would run at the walls and crash into them with unbelievable speed, which shook the entire house.
I also remember a TikTok meme that started with a short comedy sketch that took place in an alternate universe where you could just pour water into a regular shopping cart and buy it at Walmart instead of having to buy/refill those tanks. The sketch just involved a worker guy restocking the water supply, and catching someone who was shoplifting water (keep in mind, all the water was able to be contained inside the shopping carts. like those Minecraft glitches where a single block's space is waterlogged but it doesn't flow). Somehow, the Water Store meme spread to a level of chaos where TikTokers were collaboratively writing a teen-drama-style show about the happenings in this town with the Water Store. The rationalization for the water being able to be carried in carts was that the worker there was a vampire.
October 18th, 2025.
the world was under siege by an eldritch entity of some form. of course it was.
September 7th, 2025.
I was in the POV of Mira from K-pop Demon Hunters, but in some bizarro universe where everything was more explicitly occult and creepy. The girls and I were trying to come up with a new song. For inspiration, we went on a walk around the place. We came across a sprawling field of tulips, and I was whisked into some sort of flashback sequence. In this sequence, I was playing on a wood-and-metal playground near another massive tulip field with my father, mother, and little brother nearby. I tried talking to my dad, but he just brushed me off. So I just kept playing as my dad rambled to my mom about how corrupt the industry he worked in was (which was probably some dairy industry???), as if he was frustrated with the state of everything, but was powerless to do anything. As I played and he spoke, the playground slowly changed. There was a little puzzle unit that involved fiddling with some stuff to fill two huge metal jugs with milk dispensed by blocky things made to look like cows. And then these metal jugs were pushed into a box, that I also fell into. And I didn’t even call for help, because I knew my parents disapproved of me, and they would just pack me with the milk jugs anyways. And my father did. He packed up the jugs with me inside the box as if I wasn’t even there. I was trapped in the box with the milk jugs for an indefinite amount of time, licking droplets from the jugs. I kept thinking back to how stupid I’d been, and how I had left my little brother behind. Finally, the box opened in an underground cavern completely covered in giant mountainous mushrooms. I found a ruined staircase that I suspected would take me up to the surface, so I started to ascend it. I woke up before the dream could finish, but I suppose that since all that was a flashback, I/Mira made it up safely.