Today I took a nap that resulted in a Kikuo-induced nightmare paired with sleep paralysis. Do NOT reccomend.
I usually fall asleep while listening to music on loop, funnily enough, for the last few days that song has been Looping the Rooms↗ by Rusino. Yet, in my infinite wisdom I decided to listen to The Girl Who Sells Misfortune↗ by the insane duo of Kikuo and Hanatan. It's been a bit since that dream so the memories have begun to slip away but I'll retell what I can:
I was a young girl tasked with overlooking a wide back garden and the sorroundings, stationed in a big tower-like structure similar to a panopticon (?), by an older woman. Among my duties I had to look out for a "hana", the appearance of which I knew nothing about except for its pink petals, and rip it out. Problem was, the garden was blooming with pink flowers of all shapes and sizes and as the song repetead over and over again I became overwhelmed with how many of them I had to uproot. That was, until near the end of the dream when I finally came back to my tower and over the garden wall (get it?) a faceless figured walked by with a pot in their hands. For every objects betweeen them and I, their face morphed into different purple objects that hid their features. In slow motion I saw myself climbing over the wall to find myself in a tight train-trail alongside them, after some more dream shenanigans they pulled out a gun and shot right above my head as the train flew over my laying body.
Then, that dream repeated itself a couple of times (not that strange for me) with slight changes each time. By the time my dad woke me up, my fictional childhood crush↗ was reciting a poem, possibly in spanish, with me to destroy the hana (?).
Interpretations: well, I'd have to start off by saying that hana is the japanese word for "flower" that is repeated in the chorus of the song I was listening to (so that's a win for my unconscious self who apparently understands some japanese effortlessly). Then, the song itself as written in the wiki↗ deals with bullying and misfortune which may have prompted my nightmarish scenerio. The fact that I entered a nightmare and inmediately put my favourite characters from my childhood says a lot too.
Lastly, I'd like to show what the hana itself looked like, a combination of these two:
