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-F-Something about Mario outside my house at night in the snow.
-1-I was in Antarctica for a while, with painfully obvious timeskips from winter to sunrise. It was cold outside, and I got a small electric shock from a fence. Later, I was near Seattle with family.
-2-There were a couple guys outside with shotguns, so I told a few people inside. Suddenly, everyone in the building ran to the adjacent theater and sat down, when they could have just left Not a single shot went off.

I had a dream last night that was kind of nightmarish. My coworkers Dan, Dustin, and I were all giants; like Gulliver's Travels size, so that as we waded through the ocean the waves lapped up against our knees. We were wading our way down towards Antarctica. Why? When you're that tall, why not?

We got to the south pole, and from my perspective, the entirety of the Antarctic continent was about the size of an extra large pizza with a conical shaped mountain in the center. We stood around it, gawking and joking about how small it was in person. For some odd reason, I remember dipping my finger into the waters just offshore of the continent and schools of tuna would swarm around it. They would disperse and reconvene as I raised and dipped my finger, so I did it for a little bit out of amusement.

I turned my attention back to the continent, and the was a yellow mamba snake coiled around the mountain wearing a yellow cloth hood (?). Dan and Dustin encouraged me to grab it and toss it, but I was so terrified I couldn't move (actually sleep paralysis). I tried to back away from the snake, worried it would turn around and strike, but I literally could not move because my body was still in sleep paralysis. Eventually my bod came to and in turn I awoke from the dream. Snake averted!

First online entry.

I had a very long dream, probably in the 30-45 minutes before I woke up, about a zombie-like illness that originated from Antarctic chickens. (Well, a facility that was doing lab testing on chickens in the Antarctic). I remember being bunkered down at my post. If memory serves - it may not - I was at the base of a frozen, craggy mountain to my Southeast. Across the frozen expanse to my North was another mountain, much farther away. I may have felt responsible for the tragedy. Directly or indirectly. I don't really remember that for certain, but I do remember a feeling of dread, incompleteness, moral or emotional sickness. Quiet personal turmoil. Not that the idea of zombie apocalypse wouldn't haunt me, but it was more than that. Very psychological and very dark.

Towards the closing moments of the dream, there was a fragment involving my mother and I trying to contain the infestation/sickness. Mom was putting a disease-ridden chicken back into a coop after it had escaped. Wherever we were wasn't frozen, it was grassy, but sparsely and still cold - like a tundra. Mom was trying to maintain that trademark care-free zest of hers', and seeing her trying to maintain composure at the brink, or the midst of an apocalypse only troubled me further.

I was happy to wake up from this one. And happy that I was able to shrug it off, but oh shit did I have a sour taste in my mouth that morning. Figuratively.

Circumstance:
5.5 hours of sleep
Krill oil, 1 capsule
Chamomile tea (strong)
Watched Conspiracy Theory with Jessie Ventura right before bed, the Plum Island Animal Disease Research Facility episode - was the source of inspiration for the dream, beyond a doubt.