Journals From The Void

My school does a career presentation on space. However, the presentation is actually just a three minute YouTube video that I’d supposedly previously seen in (third?) grade, so I do not pay any attention to the video. My princip comes up and scolds me rather harshly about this.

Later, I see a claw machine at the entrance to the school. “Clever bastards,” I said. They had made he claw machine so that you could only view it through one place, preventing me from judging the location of the claw if I were to choose to play.

My science teacher and I go outside. It’s raining. I stick my tongue out, and it begins to genuinely sting as though it were beginning to freeze.

I say something to my science teacher, and and run to the entrance of the school, open laptop in hand. It gets wet, and the frame begins to bend.

I wake up.


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This dream, though unspectacular, was interesting to me for a variety of reasons.

1) The dream basically called me out on my laziness.
2) It was a rather logically set story
3) I actually felt pain, which is the first time I’ve ever actually used any sense other than sight and sound in a nonlucid dream.