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Notable day substances: No caffeine

My recall has been pretty poor the past few days.



Dream 1

This dream is really fuzzy but I was walking in a large mall with a friend and I was putting clothes on or something, like I wasn't wearing much initially or something. It was very lightly raining in there.



Dream 2

I'm in a special education class and with some sort of mental disability. I'm wearing shoes with no socks on. Everyone ends up going home, including the teacher, except me and two other students.

Tami is one of the students and she's frusterated with a book she's reading. It seems like the entire lower third of the book was cut clean off and then another copy of the book was glued back on there. So near the bottom third of each page there would be a line of text that would be difficult to read because of that.

There's a bowl of pop rocks, but they're way finer than actual pop rocks - almost like sand. I keep putting it in my mouth and like the popping effects.

I text the teacher if we should wait for her or if I should take the other students home. I receive a text back that just says "I'm trying a lot to leave this lot."

I dreamed that I was in my room, sitting on my bed. It wasn't quite my room, but the bed was pretty spot on including the headboard. In the dream I had a stuffed animal that resembled a tailless Aipom. I hated it, because every time I looked at it, the eyes were looking in a different direction, or it was even leaning to a different side. I decided that it was going to go in a bag and into the car and straight to Goodwill tomorrow. No leaving bags of stuff in the trunk for days before donating them, it was GOING.

But then I was at least a little aware of dreaming, because I thought to myself that I couldn't really get rid of it, because I didn't really own it, not in real life. I thought about the items on my own headboard, just few decorations and definitely not that thing. So I laid down and tried to sleep. I actually felt the doll climb down from the headboard and gently pull my hair, several inches of it. And that's what did it for me.

I have a buzz cut. You can't pull my hair. Once I acknowledged that that wasn't real, the dream shifted.

I was on the deck, tending to plants. A loud car drove by, one of the ones modified to make more noise and whose owner probably did donuts in parking lots to show off. He slowed and stopped, seeming to look right at me. Then he stuck his hand out the window, holding a gun, and fired three times at me. He missed all three times and I ran. He seemed like he hadn't really cared about hitting me and just messing around.

The dream changed again. A recurring thing in my dreams is going out to the backyard to tend to my dogs, who died almost a decade ago. I realized again that I was dreaming and wondered if I stopped tending to the dream dogs if they'd go away and I'd stop dreaming about them. Like just no longer watering a plant you don't want anymore.