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2 years ago
SO LAST NIGHT'S FUN DREAM, i'd gone to bed on a 20-hour fast so i'm not sure if it had much to do with anything
i was filming a Wrestlemania event in someone's back yard and i kept trolling everyone by calling them by the wrong names, we had to pause the event because i was informed there were baby werewolves stuck up in a tree so i had to climb all the way up and carefully hand them down to a bunch of fucking buff men
the baby werewolves immediately started causing havoc just by their presence alone--they weren't actively causing harm but everyone was like "DON'T LET THEM BITE YOU!!!" and freakin out and i'm like no they're great
and then my uncle was obsessively playing the Blasto demo on a PS1 demo disc over and over and over claiming to speedrun it and then i woke up
i was filming a Wrestlemania event in someone's back yard and i kept trolling everyone by calling them by the wrong names, we had to pause the event because i was informed there were baby werewolves stuck up in a tree so i had to climb all the way up and carefully hand them down to a bunch of fucking buff men
the baby werewolves immediately started causing havoc just by their presence alone--they weren't actively causing harm but everyone was like "DON'T LET THEM BITE YOU!!!" and freakin out and i'm like no they're great
and then my uncle was obsessively playing the Blasto demo on a PS1 demo disc over and over and over claiming to speedrun it and then i woke up
I subbed to him on Twtich when I saw the upload on youtube!
The idea is that these habits may carry into your dreams, not work the same way, and trigger you to realize you're in a dream--lucidity.
And yes, I keep a dream journal.
"February 7th, 2024 - 12:00 A.M. - 8:00 A.M.
Dystopian something or other and stocking up on supplies, and then some Silent Hill shit happens.
It was the end of the world, or I was a hobo or someshit, I was in this kinda outside sewer/drain canal looking area, and nearby was this small abandoned convenience store (and I mean SMALL, like JRPG item shop small), so I went in.
Inside, there was still a good amount of stuff for the taking. There was giant Tootsie Rolls and Jolly Ranchers on one of the counters, one of them was half opened, I tried to close the wrapper back up (due to OCD), but couldn't quite do it. Then there was these 3 big swimming goggles/masks (the wide ones), all hung in a vertical row, I took all 3 of them, and I think I hung them over my neck.
Then I think I made a note to the convenience store's owner and left it on the counter, it said something like "Dear merchant... sorry about taking your shit without paying, if I ever get some money some day, I will pay you back.)
LATER...
Then the convenience store owner (I think) calls me up on a phone, either he or me says something like "This isn't just about your wife... something something hospital?" I'm at this spooky ass abandoned hospital, near an elevator shaft, the floor tiles and walls are all fucked up. Felt vaguely like an Alchemilla Silent Hill hospital moment, but less blood and rust."
Most of my dreams are usually mostly grounded in reality, I don't know what LSD factory is in your brain, but it sure as hell isn't just producing natural melatonin. And then every once in a while I have a remotely good dream. Roughly 1 out of every 50 dreams contain furries, I think.