Third blog no way

I am just a happy camper wandering around till I hit a brick wall. I sit upon a mountain of funko pops and let the great microplastic wind graze me only then do I become free. 

Are Dreams Real? I recently made this account just three days ago, yet I distinctly remember that had a dream about making an account and editing my layout. maybe it's a Jungian thing and I am a moron, but it is so strange more of my dreams are connecting to real life. i had about browsing a dating app and here I was on Duoiclicous. Alas, I have been starting to write down what I dream as I feel it might be my psyche.

on another note does it feel jarring to be on this site? something that tries to replicate our youth? are we trapped in this "puer aeternus"? is this why we feel so empty? we desire that innocence and self-pity ourselves. that why there is apathetic and depressive media are more popular than ever is this possibly why every anime is now the same with the soft mold that melded?  everything now is so safe and quiet