### Dreams 🧫 1. I was in a Chinese drama setting similar to Avatar. Then there were these two characters who I was antagonized to that had the gestalt of Brent Te (bully in high school) + Clove in The Hunger Games. These two put blue fire into my super Ant balloon that I screamed because it was causing my Appa pain (in the dream, the super Ant ride and I had a close relationship—although I don’t know why an ant specifically). Then I was in another “traveling doors” scene where I open a lot of doors to find a private space—the places I visited were so familiar like a Chinese room. In another dream, I was fighting for resources with my sister who seemed to have the upper hand because she was more adult than me—she even said she’d purchase a 3k-peso coffee to replace her inferior one that was 2k pesos. I was led by the dream to become homicidal a little because I hated her that much. 1. Interpretation: I guess it’s still Celia Frank or Jesus Themselves talking to me. Reassuring me that there are people who have more of a reason to worry about their evil nature than me. Brent, for example, seemed to be a sadist to me when I asked him who he thought I looked like, and he said I don’t look like anyone he knows, smiling at the fact that I felt bad because my looks are so uniquely bad (this was my interpretation, because he seemed to relish my discomfort and sadness). The fact that Brent is associated with Clove from The Hunger Games too and the fact that both of them tried to cause me trauma in the dream by harming my super Ant. And then the dream with my sister, it’s a Celia Frank Expressor one because it’s personally convicted me about my subtle homicidal tendencies for people I am justified to hate like my once-strong hatred for my second sister who was an asshole to me for the longest time. I guess I don’t want her to die literally, because I don’t exactly know what that entails or how it’ll affect me long-term, only that in the moment of her causing me pain, I appear to want to make it happen because my brain can lock onto no other justice than her dying because of the pain she is causing me. 1. Well, just today, my sister and I had a heart-to-heart talk out of the blue and I even put a stamp sticker in my progress journal for it, so I can really see God’s hand in my life. Thanks again God! ![[March 23, 2026-1785148010852.webp]] 1. Well, thank you for this dream God! ### Morning Pages ⚜️ So I never told anyone about this yet, but I submitted ALL_GO for consideration at Clarkesworld last March 17!! I’m competing against 16 other stories since early January, so that’s something to think about! I’m curretnly 12th in the queue! Wish me luck! I just started this new series called Love Through a Prism. It’s just so nice to imagine myself studying art in Europe in the 20th century. The life. I don’t know if it’s just my recent psychosis that’s made me less sensitive to Vico’s posts, but none of his posts recently have made a blip on my rader—you know, as specifically directed to me, except for Syafeea Library. Maybe this is intentional. He is possibly losing interest. Oh well, can’t do anything about that! Not that I’m giving up this Vico Madness—it was fun while it lasted. But it really put me in a manic state. Maybe Vico is looking out for me by not ticking off my radar so much so that I don’t get manic again. In that case, my love for him only increases. See where this delulu takes me? It always leads me back to him. God, this is Your doing, so I’m not complaining. But sometimes I do get a little impatient and antsy for more…signs of his affection, or proof that he’s still horny. Haven’t really seen that since that “crazy crazy crazy” audio with the horse trophy he was given. 3/25/26 8:21PM: Conveniently forgetting the “Turn the Lights Off” audio he used. Although I am curious if he knowingly chooses those songs based on their sexual content. He doesn’t seem the type to really read into song lyrics’ meanings.