a recount of recent dreams

hiya friends!

I had some interesting dreams a couple of nights ago but didn't have the chance to write about and reflect on them until now-- which has finally arrived, so I wanted to make good use of the opportunity to capture them before they're forever lost in the crevices of memory.

20/01/2026 -- glimpse of khomus

I remember this dream as well now as I did when I first awoke from it; not very well. I knew I saw some more mundane and irrelevant things in that sleep that must've clogged up my memory formation machine.

the only thing that sticks out to me is being presented with numerous khomus, all engraved with different patterns; but interestingly none of them had embedded gems, like those of the khomus I was hoping to buy back in like, 2024. I didn't try them, nor did I even choose one. the colour green seemed relevant. 

I've only thought about khomus recently in the context of buying one to use for meditative buddhist chanting. much of the appeal in khomus (or should I say, jaw harps as a whole) lies in their supposed ability to induce a trance-like meditative state in users, which is something I'm admittedly reluctant to test out because of the potential for dissociation, a habit I'm trying to break. but I can picture in my head what chanting on a khomus might sound like, and it's quite soothing. it would probably drive everybody else in the household crazy, though :-p

and I *could* buy one now that I have the money to. I'm just not convinced that I'll get enough use out of it to justify the (rightful) price tag that comes with khomus produced by siberian craftsmen. a vargan would probably be similar enough, at a much, much lower price (much to the dismay of my ever-pretentious heart); they're usually produced in ukraine, or non-siberian regions of russia, but the fact that the tongue tends to be attached by screw or etched out of the frame, which itself can be cut from steel, as opposed to the entirely-forged khomus, makes me feel that it lacks prestige. again, Pretentious.

you can see the difference in the attached images (though do beware that they're not to scale). the one on the left is a khomus produced by the master tartakov, whose pieces I was most interested in obtaining; the one on the right is a vargan produced by dmitry glazyrin, who also makes the steel-cut frame harps I mentioned earlier (which I'll leave an image reference to here.). 

this has been my bi-annual fixation on khomus. I'll let you know if it goes anywhere, but until it does, let's move on to the next dream.

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21/01/2026 -- time-loop encounters with death

I remembered this better a few days ago, but I'll try my best. this was the dream I was more... excited and/or intrigued by. 

I'm in one of those consumer-goods chain stores so big that it feels sprawling, though I'm still near the well-sunlit entrance when I encounter this guy, who my mum may or may not have pointed out to me under the guise of his being cute, and a suitable partner. I didn't really care until I saw him maybe have an encounter another guy who was 1. with his own partner and 2. deeply off-putting; so much so that as he walked away I decided my mum's assessment must've been accurate, and I couldn't afford to lose him. I vividly remember trailing close behind him and hearing him mutter something to/at me. I wish I knew what it was; it was probably relevant to the plot.

at some point we end up in another altercation with a group of people... who aren't in the store at all, and are trying to gain access to us from outside. I don't think they were even after us specifically at the beginning, but we purposefully got caught in the crossfire, and obviously must've had a good reason to. we're looking down upon them from an open window that's some ways above the ground as they pile out of a dark van, possibly cross a road, end up on a footpath next to a grassy little park, and...

we use our more covered position to fire at them (everybody involved has plasma-shooting guns now, Yes I'm also confused), but it's no good. no matter what we do they keep shooting us first, and we die numerous times in a manner that's probably very bright with purple-white fire and explosive. the fire really stands out in my memory because by this point the sky is getting dark, though moreso due to danger than the passage of time. but on the 3rd or 4th life I manage to hit all of my targets before they hit me, and I jump out of the window- which is now at ground-level, or perhaps this was a second window- and cry out to this guy I'm with from some sparse shrubbery I'm trying to take cover in:

「生きて！」- which literally translates to 'live!', though I meant it as more of a '*try* to live! keep trying to make it out alive!'. and he does! he blows his targets up, jumps through the window and into my arms as I catch him and hold him close. how sweet and romantic. so much so that I wake up bewildered.

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I haven't really even started to scratch the surface in terms of what they might mean, aside from a suddenly rekindled interest in purchasing a khomus. maybe I should just start with one of the glazyrin vargan and see what I think. that certainly seems like a more realistic pursuit at this time in my life than somehow getting game and surviving plasma fire, LOL. regardless, I always enjoy seeing what sorts of dreams my brain comes up with, and what they might mean! and I look forward to having some more novel dreams soon :-) but until then, I hope for us all to be healthy, well-rested, and content. thank you as always for stopping by~! :3c