ｄｒｅａｍ ｄｉａｒｙ
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Welcome to my dream diary!
As an avid player of Yume Nikki, LSD Dream Emulator and the countless fangames based off of them, I've been interested in the surreal and absurd beauty of dream-like Internet aesthetics for a while. I love browsing Instagram to look at liminal space pictures and dreamcore collages, and I'm fascinated by Suzanne Treister's Fictional Videogame Stills.
I've read Hiroko Nishikawa's Lovely Sweet Dream (the catalyst for LSD Dream Emulator's creation) many times. I can never get enough of seeing her dreams illustrated by many different artists in such a beautiful collection. The idea of a surreal vision with no particular meaning materialising in the real world through art and collaborative work fascinates me.
My humble dream diary is here in the hopes of inspiring others to create something: Maybe a situation, a place or a person that doesn't exist but that I saw once in a dream will resonate with you. Please do not try psychoanalyse me or my dreams. They're figments of my subconscious, not here to be explained or dissected, but here to be enjoyed like a nice, surreal cup of tea.
"There's a difference between actual dreams and remembered dreams. Even the ones recorded in my dream diary are different from the real thing. The dreams reconstructed by the artists that read them are different as well... Don't try to analyze them or read too much into them; just enjoy this book as if walking through a dream."
- Hiroko Nishikawa, on Lovely Sweet Dream
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Inspired by Hiroko Nishikawa's dream diary Lovely Sweet Dream or Ullillillia's online dream journal, this page was made to document my dreams.
２０２５年１２月０６日
A girl was laying on my chest, face down. I was petting her hair and brushing it with my fingers. Her long, flowy chocolate hair was covering my shoulders down to my elbows. It was spilling everywhere, but it was pretty. As far as I could see, it was reaching down the small of her back. I could see a little bit of her pink nightgown peeking through, but not much. Her dark hair against her light skin made her look even more unreal. I couldn't move but it didn't feel uncomfortable. She was clinging onto me ever so slightly. I asked her if she was ok, she replied she was just enjoying the head massage, her face still burried against my chest. I kept running my fingers through her hair and she seemed to be dozing off. I closed my eyes as I was scratching her scalp with my nails, ready to fall asleep too. As my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, she suddenly interrupted the silence:
"I'm always there for you. Come back anytime, you'll feel right at home."
After this, we both fell asleep. I don't know what became of her, but as for me, I fell into a different dream that was very chaotic and it made me miss the gentle girl taking a nap with me.