Typically I'm not a big dreamer. I know for a fact that I DO dream, but usually any memory of said dream starts to fade within thirty seconds of waking up, and is fully forgotten after about five minutes.

The dreams I had a couple nights ago, and last night have been...intense. I don't remember everything, but I do remember themes. The from two nights ago I was being pressed to join a cult. Ironically the dreams, layout was that of the church I grew up going to. There was a carnival going on, and I did something to earn the ire of the owners of the carnival. I believe I peed on a bench for some reason. After found myself being pursued by security. It didn't seem to matter where my car was, I couldn't escape them to get to it. Once they'd caught me they didn't arrest me, but gave me something. I don't remember what it was, but I couldn't leave the carnival. Later they tried to give me a tattoo, saying it would be linked to one of a few people on a list that I didn't recognize. When I realized that they all had the same tattoo I knew something was up. The entire dream had a very creepy atmosphere. I woke up not long later.

Last night's dream hit on a bunch of different subjects and was a bit all over the place. From helping the military find a clutch of alien eggs, (not xenomorphs) to somehow being linked to said aliens in a way that if they are destroyed I die too, and being unable to convince the military to not kill them and knowing that I only had a short time left alive to handle any business and talk to anyone I wanted to talk to. I knew for sure it would kill me because I found something that allowed me to travel back in time after I died to a short bit to before the aliens were killed. Which only filled me with more dread, because now my options were to just wait to perish, or to try to go back again after finding out just how much time I have until death and hope that the thing will do it again and give me another round of knowing death is coming to do things like say goodbye to people, pass on things and characters and stuff to people I trust, and to try to get written out the ways different stories end so that they can be posted and stories I've written don't just stop without some kind of ending. Also thrown in there because it dealt with the military was a moment where I noted that the establishment "just wouldn't let us have Bernie" when Biden decided fuck it lets just kill the aliens when the subject of what to do about them came up. The last thing I did in the dream as I waited the last few minutes until I died a second time was walk up to a shop to buy something small to get money back and a youtuber I watch was the cashier. He sold me some christmas themed cookie thing. And I ate it while standing there in the last few seconds waiting for death to hit me a second time and hoping the same thing that happened before happens again,but not really wanting to go through that anxiety again.

So yeah. Those happened.