a recurring dream

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode
  1. Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?
  2. What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?
  3. What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?
  4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?
  5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?
  6. Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?
  7. Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?
  8. Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?
  9. Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?
  10. Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?
  11. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?
  12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?
  13. Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?
  14. Does your character remember names or faces easier?
  15. Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?
  16. Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?
  17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?
  18. Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?
  19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?
  20. In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?
  21. If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?
  22. What does your character like in other people?
  23. What does your character dislike in other people?
  24. How quick is your character to trust someone else?
  25. How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?
  26. How does your character behave around children?
  27. How does your character normally deal with confrontation?
  28. How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?
  29. What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?
  30. What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?
  31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.
  32. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.
  33. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?
  34. Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?
  35. How does your character behave around people they like?
  36. How does your character behave around people they dislike?
  37. Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?
  38. Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?
  39. Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?
  40. How does your character treat people in service jobs?
  41. Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?
  42. Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?
  43. Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?
  44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?
  45. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?
cute asks
  • 1. do you have any recurring dreams? what are they?
  • 2. what is your favourite kind of fruit?
  • 3. sweet or savoury?
  • 4. what is your smallest/pettiest fear?
  • 5. what is your least favourite vegetable?
  • 6. what is your favourite art movement?
  • 7. do you drink milk?
  • 8. what was the last line of the last book you read?
  • 9. do you like bitter food?
  • 10. what is the most significant event in your life so far?
  • 11. what is one thing ( a book, movie, etc ) that has greatly affected you?
  • 12. what is your favourite breed of dog or cat?
  • 13. list your top 5 favourite turtle names.
  • 14. what job would you have if you could have it without going through all of the school or experience that is required?
  • 15. are there any names that you dislike so much that you would dislike the person with the name? what are those names?
  • 16. what is your favourite letter?
  • 17. are there any instruments you wished you played?
  • 18. list your best friends.
  • 19. would you rather be a skeleton or a ghost?
  • 20. do you prefer fish or lizards/snakes? (as pets)
  • 21. art or music?
  • 22. what is your favourite type of flower?
  • 23. soup or salad?
  • 24. are you good at keeping plants alive?
  • 25. do animals tend to like you?
  • 26. what is the worst book you've ever read?
  • 27. do you collect anything?
  • 28. how many pillows do you sleep with?
  • 29. whats the latest you've ever woken up?
  • 30. how many pictures are on your walls?
  • 31. what age did you stop keeping stuffed animals on your bed?
  • 32. what is your favourite candy?
  • 33. what is your favourite baked good?
  • 34. do you have a camera? if so, what kind?
  • 35. do you wear jewelry?
  • 36. sunrise or sunset?
  • 37. do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?
  • 38. what was your favourite show as a child?
  • 39. describe your favourite spot in your house.
  • 40. do you like to be warm or cold?
  • 41. the best joke you have.
  • 42. whats the weirdest thing that you've seen happen in a public place?
  • 43. CD or digital?
  • 44. who do you miss right now?
  • 45. if you could combine two places in the world, which two places would you choose?
  • 46. describe the worst substitute teacher you've ever had.
  • 47. do you believe horoscopes?
  • 48. are you spiritual?
  • 49. describe your pets ( or family if you dont have pets )
  • 50. are you good at getting over mistakes?

As a child I had this recurring dream where I was captured by pirates and we were on a ship going to the so called “skull island” but I always woke up before we got there. One night we finally made it there and the island was literally just a giant white skull. The pirates threw me through the eye hole and right into a skeleton rave.

Transference (M) – Chapter 01

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Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The business arrangement becomes…mutually beneficial. Y’all know where this is going.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,061

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, discussion of BDSM, sex work, profanity.

A/N: This work is a byproduct of about 6 months of insomnia and 60-hour work weeks, which resulted in a series of recurring dreams about Jung Hoseok which were…*fans self*

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Picture credit: @jennyyuu
I keep having a recurring dream of dancing in a forest clearing. With a man whose hair changes with ever step we take. We dance to a dark song, yet I feel comfort within this faceless man’s arms as he guides me over the leaves. Do you know what it means? I know I have never meet this man, but I feel as if I know him all too well. I can’t find him, for his hair is forever changing and his face is never there. I can’t find him for he has no name. I will find him, for who gives me the feeling he does within that dream, I know, is that man.

  • 2007, Dreaming Out Loud: "I can't sleep, not like I used to"
  • 2009, Waking Up: "No sleep, today, can't even rest when the sun's down"
  • 2013, Native: "Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep"
  • 2016, Oh My My: "I don't set alarms, lately I don't set alarms"

You’re not a real khonjin house fan unless every night, you have a recurring dream. It’s khonjin, sleeping in his bed. And it’s you, with a pair of garden shears. And you tear that stupid ass nose right off his face, and you put it on top of your fireplace. And when his dumbass daddy comes over, tryn'a get it back, 43 trucks fall out of the sky, and land EXACTLY where he’s standing, killing him instantly.

Music Lessons

My father had a recurring dream over the last several years of his life. In the dream was he was standing in the middle of a green field listening to cows argue about grass. He claimed that after a while their strange cow language became a kind of music, which he eventually composed on an electronic keyboard. He felt the music was important so he played the music in our church. But when he wanted to do a repeat performance, the church thought it best to give other members a chance to share their talents. So, he played at the old folks home. They asked him to stop after about ten minutes and told him not to come back until he learned some “songs.”

Eventually, he invented 23 original musical instruments and recorded himself playing them one at a time. He performed out in the woods behind an abandoned factory, where the sound and color was just right. He intertwined all the tracks together in one big master track. He played the full  3-hour recording for our family one Saturday afternoon in a mountain lodge full of speakers he’d rented for the occasion.

The music started as a low buzzing that slowly gave birth to the entirety of sound. Mind numbing boredom transformed into bliss-inducing catatonia. The weird resonating frequency caused me to go into a trance. My brain felt like it was being stroked by a million electric feathers of pure white awareness. I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I was completely blind. I could see nothing but blackness. But I was told my blindness was psychological. My father had killed himself after he’d shot everyone in the family. I must have fainted when he shot at me so I wasn’t hurt. Just psychologically blinded.

Apparently, there was no music. My mind had made it all up. My mind has made up a lot of things over the years, I guess. The doctor said this was because I couldn’t bear the truth. The funny thing was, in the end, my truth was really no different than anyone else’s. But for some reason, my poor little mind couldn’t handle it.

I regained my sight 3 ½ months later. One Saturday night, King Kong was on TV and I really wanted to see it. It was the 1970s King Kong with Jessica Lange and Jeff Bridges. When I heard Kong’s first roar, I could suddenly see again. I was thrilled! Still, I cried when King Kong fell to his death. I cried so hard I hid under the blankets, even though there was no one there to see me.

Finding a Dream - A Super Sons Story

Synopsis: Jon has to support and comfort Damian, who’s begun to have recurring dreams of a friend he was supposed to have…a friend that doesn’t exist in this timeline…a boy named Colin Wilkes.

This is my first serious Damijon fic, so I hope you guys enjoy :D

“Damian, slow down!”

“Ironic, considering you’re the one with super speed. I’m leaving you behind if you don’t keep up!”

Jon sighed in resignation as Damian ran ahead of him. They were at an abandoned warehouse this time, another late night out in Damian’s frenzied search for someone who seemed to never actually be there. Damian leaped atop a stack of container vans, meticulously searching for any clues. Jon trudged behind him, trying his best to pretend he didn’t want to go home. Not that Damian was stopping him, but he was too worried about his friend to even consider leaving.

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Originally posted by kawaiinekololitablog

Cause I’m a pilot anywhere
Cause I’m a pilot anywhere
lighting star shooting star
I’ll give you my Galaxy

A/N: as you all know, or if you don’t know you’re about to find out, hob is my ult. the boy means more to me than he will ever know and i could write a million love stories and they still don’t even halfway express how i feel about him. anyway, y’all did not sign up for these corny confessions so! here’s my hob fic that no one (but my heart) asked for and happy early birthday to the loveliest boy in the whole world

wc: ~2.8K

this is a touch smutty but mostly super super fluffy

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  • Lily: I keep getting this recurring dream that I'm in a restaurant and I have to go to the loo but I take a wrong turn and walk into the kitchen where an Italian chef is talking and gesticulating and the knife he's holding stabs me in the baby.
  • James:
  • Lily: Y'know, because Italian people talk with their hands.
Ulysses (An Adlock Fanfiction)

(I am on the roll this week because why not? Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and I have nothing else to do so yay for your prompts! Today, I’m going for robertafr’s request, which is: “How about their first encounter after TFP?” Hope you like this!)

Originally posted by lady-anthea

A black coffin with gold embellishments greeted him as he entered the room. 


Blood as red as her lips blinding him. 

Breathing heavily, he found Mrs. Hudson by the door of his bedroom looking worried. If there was something that took a toll on him during that fateful experience in Sherrinford, it would be the fear that with every door opening, he would be forced to make a choice – a choice that always leads to a loss. 

The vision often visited him in his sleep, some reliving memories of actual moments, and some are products of his own secret horrors. But if there is one recurring dream, it would be of The Woman.

Despite his strengthened faith in the people around him, he could not bear to talk to anyone about one of the things he feared the most during the game Eurus had orchestrated. She read through his violin piece more than he could ever admit to himself, that at every step he took at the labyrinth she created, other than fearing for John and Mycroft, he was hoping that Irene Adler would not be someone he would lose that day. 

Part of him was grateful that it worked out as he hoped. But still, the dreams still haunt him. 

He asked Mrs. Hudson to leave, telling her to also rest as the night was already at its peak. As she left, he reached for his phone, the clock flashing 2:37 A.M.

Without thinking too much, he let his weary mind overcome him. Finding their message thread in his inbox, he started to type. 

Are you in London? SH.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the sound of her text alert. It wasn’t until he felt his own eyes grow heavy that he drifted back to sleep. 

3 days passed. His fingers were growing numb against the side of his phone, a silent cuss passing his lips every time it lights up and it isn’t her. 

There were no patterns, for she is still on the run and would obviously have much better things to do, but he couldn’t help to feel neglected. Especially now that he’s rediscovered so much about his own emotions and humanity.

He almost jumped to his seat when his phone finally gave a moan that was ever so familiar to his ears. 

Love is never defeated, a man’s errors are his portals of discovery. IA.

A small smile grew across his lips. 

Taking a small duffel bag under his bed, worn through many of his private escapades, Sherlock left a note stabbed in the usual spot at the mantelpiece for his friends to see, and decided to head on his way. 

“I should’ve sent you something harder.” he heard her say, grey eyes admiring the statue of James Joyce right in front of them. 

He had just arrived in Dublin, chest exasperatedly thrumming, knowing exactly where to find her. 

“John Paul II, September 30 1979: Love is never defeated, and I would add, the history of Ireland proves it. And…” his eyes drank in her image as he spoke, “A man’s errors are his portals of discovery is from Ulysses by James Joyce. Hardly a difficult deduction. I’m much interested in your choice of words.”

The words resonated with him, true enough, as he is hear because of his own personal errors, specifically on claims that love was a dangerous disadvantage. After years and years, he may have found himself agreeing to a former pope’s musings on how love is never defeated.

He couldn’t tell why but he wanted her to look at him almost desperately, at that very moment. And just like the past, as if she could hear the musings of his mind, she smiled and turned his way. 

“And why is that?” she asked, walking towards him. 

“Because you somehow always know how to make me… unsure. Of myself. Or everything.” he murmured, attention still fixed on her eyes as she drew closer. 

She stopped at arm’s length, almost too close for him to touch but much too far for him to…

And as if she was deliberately trying to make him weak in the knees, she gave him that wicked smile of hers that muddled his brain the first time they met. “Why were you asking if I was in London?”

“Why didn’t you answer?” Sherlock replied, frustration evident in his voice. 

“I needed to handle some things… As always.” Irene said, as if to stress the obvious. 

“I was… worried.” the detective admitted, wracking his brain as to where he’s getting the strength to still look her in the eye upon saying the words. 

Irene’s eyebrows raised in amusement. “Are you now?”

“Yes. I needed to know your safe because…” Sherlock could feel his voice wavering, but he decided against it. He spent many nights, even before Sherrinford happened, on contemplating about this specific moment. 

“Because what, dear?” Irene asked earnestly, drawing in nearer that he could feel her eyes piercing through him, making him feel vulnerable. 

And for a flicker of a moment, his humanity had taken over his logic. As soon as she was close enough, he reached for her, taking her into his trembling arms, lips crushing into hers. 

Her body started out tense against his own, but just like their past encounters, she had melted into him and him to her like they were always meant to be that way. She gripped him by the shoulders firmly, and his hold on her tightened like he was fighting for her to stay. 

And when he finally pulled away, he saw Irene Adler’s flushed face staring up at him with an amused yet curious expression. 

“Care to explain yourself, Sherlock Holmes?” she mused, stroking a curl off his forehead. 

He sighed, quite bashful of his own actions, but still heavily relieved. Giving off a small smile at his own wit, he simply replied, “I believe this is what people call…emotional context.

things i always want to know abt people
  1. any recurring childhood dreams?
  2. if you could take a long roadtrip anywhere, where would you go?
  3. favorite type of clouds?
  4. best sing-along-dance-alone-in-your-room songs?
  5. weirdest phase you went through as a kid
  6. pro- or anti-sleeping with socks?
  7. are you still in touch with your first best friend?
  8. the moment when you realized you loved _____ (music, sports, etc)
  9. jelly or jam?
  10. have you ever learned to knit or crochet?
  11. tell the story of your first love
  12. a book you would recommend to anyone who would listen
  13. a movie you would recommend to anyone who would listen
  14. are you good at keeping plants alive?
  15. something you wish you could do but can’t
  16. something you’ll admit to the internet but not people irl
  17. what color are the walls in your room?
  18. what are you like when you are really really tired?
  19. do you prefer taking notes on paper or online
  20. are you a leg jiggler?
  21. what makes a song /good/ in your opinion?
  22. the littlest, pettiest pet peeve you have
  23. are you an old soul or young soul?
  24. frosted cupcakes or unfrosted cupcakes?
  25. what do you think your mid-like crisis will be about?