I am going to block people for liking only the ninth post of this thread btw

I'm self aware enough to admit I'm not the best person to speak on the matter. I know my house has been fortified with glass and I'm trying to build a better one with durable materials every day.

I still believe this point to be true.

I then wondered if my dream-assigned aunt had stolen items and possibly outfits from the graveyard and placed them on the attending partygoers

Or were they souls that were pulled from certain planes of existence they had long since took up residence from onto this one?

/11

Before I could ask what was going on or even say anything, I suddenly woke up

Then I wondered if the partygoers were either just regular people, people who were permanently or temporarily resurrected from the dead, or if my dream self had underwent a hallucinatory psychotic break

/10

My model friend was excited about winning a large pack of makeup put together by a friend of mine from the waking life who happens to create/sell her own line of (vegan-friendly) makeup*

* This detail makes my model friend appearing here very cool since she's involved in animal rights campaigns

/9

I ended up ‘catching’ three consecutive women and one man. My aunt reappears to tell me and the crowd what the prizes were.

Two old friends of mine, one of which is a famous model and another of which was known for her work as an actress, had emerged from the crowd excited about the prizes.

/8

My aunt quickly had me bound to a contraption that crudely bored the form factor and function of a fishing rod. I did not know the rules to this supposed contest, nor was I told them. I was simply instructed to “go” as though I was under a time limit. So I started fishing.

/7

I enter back into the apartment only to be greeted by my dream-assigned aunt and find myself thrusted not only into an impromptu party, but into a strange contest of her design. Unfamiliar faces in formal clothing partied here. I couldn't care less. I was happy to see some life again.

/6

Not even the comforting senses of my cats meowing and sometimes zooming through rooms, the sunlight beaming through the windowblinds, or whatever functioned as background music could disguise the unmistakable aura of liminality permeating through this once crowded and happy place.

/5

Prior to my stroll around the graveyard, my inherited apartment felt disturbingly eerie to explore. Several rooms were either empty or had bags still waiting to either be unpacked, or taken away. The only indication of the place any sense of life were my two dream-assigned cats.

/4

I get back into the apartment, but not before seeing strange figures of unknown intentions wandering around the graveyard. Not desiring to entertain my curiosity and possibly end up dead or worse, I finalize my decision to enter back inside.

/3

My apartment is also connected to a graveyard. I ventured to the graveyard and closed the door behind me, testing whether I can get back inside. I wandered around to observe and tend to it only to realize so much was missing from the graves. Jewelry, decorations, mementos, and even bodies.

/2

Being a cisgender heterosexual man, and American masculinity in general, really is a lot more gay than men want to give it credit for. Flaunting their status through wealth, suits, material goods, and women has always been but an excuse to perform for and ultimately impress their fellow men.

You!!!