my drawing dream 🤡


A dream of mine is to be able to animate one day–whether professionally or as a personal project. I’m currently working on a digital cartoon style,  by using the program Procreate, to be one step closer to smooth and dynamic animation. My usual painting/sketching style is too complex for digital animation considering I’m too broke to buy good programs and equipment.

Hope you enjoy! I can post more art if you guys want 🙂 . The banner of my blog site is actually one of my favorite pieces of mine.

daydream playlist


Ok, I’m really running out of ideas and all my dreams have been too weird to post. And that is that on that. So here’s a daydream inducing list of songs! Hope you enjoy.

  • Bloom by the Paper Kites
  • Entertainment by Phoenix
  • Ghosting by Mother Mother
  • Lose it by Oh Wonder
  • Lost it to Trying (Paper Towns Mix) by Son Lux
  • Lust for Life (feat. The Weeknd) by Lana Del Rey
  • Mess is Mine by Vance Joy
  • Never Ending by Rihanna
  • Past Lives by BORNS
  • Skinny Love by Birdy
  • American Money by BORNS
  • Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz
  • Electric Love by BORNS
  • Hey There Delilah by Plain White T’s
  • Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish
  • On Melancholy Hill by Gorillaz
  • Perfect Places by Lorde
  • Reforget by Lauv
  • Rhythm of Love by Plain White T’s
  • Teeth by The Japanese House
  • Tongue Tied by Grouplove
  • Wait a Minute! by Willow
  • FOOLS by Troye Sivan
  • Wolves Without Teeth by Of Monsters and Men
  • Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey
  • Youth by Glass Animals
  • The Other Side of Paradise by Glass Animals
  • Season 2 Episode 3 by Glass Animals
  • honestly listen to all of How to Be a Human Being–a masterful album by Glass Animals.


shout out Kate! (author of GETS SPOOKED)

I’m not used to seeing other dream diary entries on our blog sites, so I was super excited when I saw that this amazing blogger posted her very own recurring dream description. With her permission, I’ll dissect some of the dream and offer an explanation. While I do NOT believe that dreams can be translated into a specific meaning, I know Kate well enough to know what memories and experiences her brain made the dreams out of.

Let’s get started!


  1. UHHhhhhh whenever we hang out we are usually in the basement playing smash brothers or something so maybe your brain took this memory?
  2. Our general friend group has a lot of people and sometimes there are sub-cliques and stuff, and at HOCO we had to divide the people due to the sheer amount (I’m really reaching here).
  3. And for the ending I think Kate just watches too much Ratatouille. remy4life


Let me know what you think @TARAZIKATE ! Hope you like my explanation. Maybe cut back on the Ratatouille.

a dream from 5 years ago


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I think I was around 11 at the time, and while I was no stranger to weird dreams, this one stuck out so much that I remembered it 5 years later.

It started out normal enough–I was conversing with characters from my favorite childhood TV show (Pretty Little Liars lmao). We all went to the pool, which I dove into and discovered a maze of underwater tunnels that I began to explore. I thought I’d be wandering through the watery labyrinth forever, until I came to a cave that opened up onto dry land. In this cave were a bunch of angry gnomes (with beards, pointed hats, and all the usual gnome paraphernalia) that were running around screaming at each other. They forced me to make them a salad, because they were hungry, and after I made them the salad they threw it at the wall and screamed at me some more.

“WE HATE SPINACH!!!!!!!!!” They screeched, mobbing me and glaring at me with their beady little eyes.

Naturally, I was highly disturbed by this, so much so that I woke up in a panic. How could I ever forget a dream so scarring?

guest dreamer: texting your dog


My friend Diego had a pretty amusing dream, so I thought I’d post about it here.

He was lying in his bed, and was about to go to sleep, when he realized he missed his dog, Rubi, and wanted to spend some quality time with her. He texted his dog, who responded on her apple watch.

That was it! That was the dream. I hope you enjoyed it lmao.

(Dog depicted is, in fact, Rubi!)

my favorite reoccurring dream

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I always have this dream. It’s a warped version of my neighborhood, with giant trees and buildings much taller than they truly are. The trees crowns brush the clouds, and the ground far below is covered in pillowy grass and wildflowers. But everything is off, somehow. The playground by the elementary school is giant–it’s the size of a castle that is almost as tall as the trees. The school that is supposed to be there is nowhere to be found. The orderly little row of brick townhouses where I live is the only sign of humans in the entire dreamscape.

You would not believe how blue the sky always is, or how windy the days typically are. The mammoth trees have leaves the size of rugs that flutter around the sky, which seems to be bigger than usual. It’s like you can tell that the clouds are farther away and that the wind goes on for miles. You can kinda see the wind too, like in a cartoon. There’s a bunch of pretty swirly white lines dancing through the sky, showing the direction of the wind currents. Why, you might ask, is the wind so important? When a particularly strong gust of wind races along, and I reach out my arms, jump, and hold my breath until it aches–I can fly. I can only take off if I jump from a high, dangerous pace (like my house porch, a tree, or the playground). I cannot rise up from the ground. And I cannot stay afloat if I don’t focus all my sleeping brain cells on staying afloat and unafraid. My dreams do this weird thing where if I start to become frightened, my brain immediately makes what scares me happen right there and then. In other words, if I become scared or think I’ll fall, I will fall.

Perhaps there’s a reason I can only fly if I take a literal leap of faith and recklessly jump off some high ledge. Maybe there’s an explanation regarding why I can’t fly when adults are looking at me. I love it when children watch me fly–it’s so funny to see their expressions (somewhat blurry due to the nature of dreams, but the emotion is still there). I wish this dream would last for hours, and I wish it was more realistic. It, in my mind, is my ideal world.

NIGHTMARE: what parents sacrifice


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I’m always aware of how much my parents do for me, and how much of their lives they give up to make their children happier and healthier. I guess this awareness manifests itself in my dreams.

My existence and purpose in this dream was hazy and confusing–what was I doing? What role did I play? All I remember is a castle full of strange people and beings, and full of food and plenty of parties. I spent my time there. A mixture of wonder and delight and fear, the castle was a medley of emotions and colors and sounds and shifting dream-scenes. I DO remember that a demon was following me, one that I couldn’t see, but I always knew was there.

I knew that time was dwindling and that I’d eventually be taken by the demon, but I lowkey just ignored it and went about my life.

Here’s where things get creepy. I returned to my family’s little cottage in the woods, and my dad told me to burn everything that had my name on it. All letters, drawings, everything. He said he had spoken to a witch in the woods and there was only one way to save me from the demon. After I burned everything with my name on it, I had to stay within the house for 6 weeks.

Every day, my dad cut off all his limbs and put them outside the door. The demon would take them and they would regrow back, every day. This went on for 6 weeks. I was stuck, unable to leave or go back to the castle, and my dad had to sever his own arms and legs everyday. I had burned all traces of myself, my dad was in constant anguish, and I wasn’t allowed to leave for weeks on end–it was basically Hell, but at least my soul wasn’t going to be taken by the demon.

I never got to see if we banished the demon or not–because I woke up in the middle of the night all freaked out. I wish this was a dream I didn’t remember.



Umbra on burning paper

what do you dream about?


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Hey y’all! I hope you have had a great snow day! Since I post so much about my dreams, its would be super interesting if maybe you commented a short summary of one of yours under this post so I can read them :). It would be really fun and maybe I could compile all of them into a post later. Thank you!

(By the way, the picture is Munna, a Pokemon that eats dreams. So cute lmao.)

2thousand 100ninedream


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I’d LOVE to write about an actual dream for y’all, but they have been so weird and disturbing lately I would rather keep them to myself. Yikers. At the very least, I hope you have had better dream experiences than I did over winter break!

Instead, here are some dreams for 2119. I’ll probably be dead by then, but here’s what I hope will happen (not what I think will happen).

  • The cure for depression!!! This will literally never happen. It is human nature, our deeply ingrained survival instincts, that make us so harshly critical towards ourselves. We would have to edit our genes and make us less anxious and self-critical by nature in order to fix this. And that in itself would make us inhuman.
  •  The discovery of a new inhabited planet… I don’t care if it’s intelligent or unintelligent life but another habitable planet would open so many doors. I would feel less alone. This could happen. And we would probably ending up hurting them and their planet.
  • Nuclear Fusion! We could power the world and give energy to everyone on earth, regardless of income and circumstance. This could happen. And it could have disastrous consequences. Remember what happened when atomic energy and technology was created?
  • Equal rights for every single human being, across the entire world. No more child marriages. Do you truly think this will happen?
  • No more war. On some level, war may stop due to the sheer power of our progressing weaponry and technology. But violence will never stop, unless we edit our genes and change human nature.
  • A healthier earth–I hope by 2119, we will have given up coal and fossil fuels and will rely completely on renewable energy (NUCLEAR FUSION!!!), and I hope we would have reversed some of the effects of climate change, and clean up pollution. I also want more habitats for animal species, in order to preserve the unique inhabitants of our earth. This won’t happen. At least not to the extent I hope it will–there will be certain irreversible effects that we cannot change.
  • Moon landings for recreation. I’d LOVE to go into space! Yeah, it’s scary, but I think being able to see the universe from way above is 100% worth it. We are already working on this! Yes, it will certainly happen.
  • Space colonies. We will definitely need to expand and no one on earth is gonna decide to stop having children for the greater good. If we cure most diseases by then, the growth rate will also increase rapidly. Hmmmmm… it could happen, or we would just die out before it does. Humans have good survival instincts, and if moving to space is our ONLY way to survive, we will do it.
  • Super realistic VR videogames! That sounds so so fun; I bet we will have amazing recreational technology by then. Yup! This will happen. I just wish the more important dreams on my list could happen too.
  • Advanced prosthetic medical technology to the point where we can create artificial hearts and eyes for those who have lost important body pieces!! Cyborrggsssssss Yeah, this will probably happen….but of course they’ll only be available to the rich.

glass house


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dream date: about a month ago?

The house I lived in was made of glass. Eternal, never-ending sunlight filtered through the glass walls and bounced off of them, so it was like I was living inside of a diamond. Everything was tinted a pale blue from the vast open sky that lingered above my home. It was less of a home and more of a strange garden, as it was filled to the brim with vibrant strawberries growing in massive bushes lining the floor. They were an impossibly bright shade of red, and were so shiny and perfect that they looked to be made of glass themselves.

Contrary to the serenity of the beautiful plants, I felt terrified at being confined within the glass house. My mother was downstairs, speaking with a woman who wished to buy the effervescent plants that grew within my home. I was so lonely, and I desperately wanted to meet this new person. However, I was scared of my mother, and I feared that leaving the room I was in would make her angry. My siblings, much smaller and younger than they are in real life, were running around the glass house, hiding in the strawberry bushes due to the same strange sense of fear that I had. In dreams like these, my emotions often determine what happens–rather than whatever that happens determining my emotions. Feeling rising panic as I sensed my evil dream-mother going up the stairs, I ran around the glass attic, looking for a place to escape.

I need a way to break out.

When I need something in my dream, my subconscious gives it to me.

I dug into the dirt where the strawberries were growing out of, and I *conveniently* found a hammer. I struck the glass wall again and again, as I heard my mother stomp up the stairs and start screaming at me and my terrified siblings. She dashed through the doorway and lunged for me, but I was already out of the window, freefalling.

I need to uh not die.

Once again, my ability to lucid dream saved me. I grew wings in a matter of seconds, and flew away from the glass house as my mother screeched at me to come back. My siblings jumped out the window too, trying to obtain the freedom I now had, but they fell to the ground several stories below. They were dead.

I wasn’t THAT upset, so I continued on my merry way, flying over the dreamscape my mind conjured up. Houses and cities, plains and forests, and endless blue skies passed by me as I relished the feeling of fabricated flight. I could tell the dream was ending when the scenery began to unravel–it became very simple. The trees and clouds vanished, and the ground below became an endless plain of flat grass (literally it looked like minecraft). Slowly, the now-mundane environment faded away, and I woke up in my own bed–without wings.