dream journal 1

last nights dream was about a walrus that got stuck in Antarctica and its owner died so it was very sad. for some reason my dream had me believe that it was the saddest and most morbid thing i had ever witnessed. i wish i could explain it better but the composition of the dream was not logical material. it was much less factually or visually driven and more composed of raw emotion that i could not process, as most of my dreams are. the walrus died of starvation cuz it didnt know how to hunt for itself and i was like "this is fucked up dude". 

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