Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream

so this happened out of nowhere, which is cool

Dream
I don't know what inspired it or even what came before. The first thing I remember at this point is thinking that this was probably a dream, and then taking the time to confirm it with a quick nose pinch check.

Then, in the dream, I was close by DC, so I decided to go roam the cool marble buildings in that area. And, on the spot, I came up with a rad new way of flying where... basically, I spoke to the ground, and a column of hot air would rise and lift me, and I would basically become a flying squirrel. I mean, I didn't physically have the flaps between my limbs, but I would fly as if I did. Not sure what inspired THAT ability, but it was actually very effective.

So I used that to infiltrate some marble building. At some point some dude showed up like he was my faithful companion on my journey or somethin', but I kinda had no idea who he was in the dream OR in waking life. At any rate, I just kind of accepted that he was my buddy.

At this point I was close to the roof of this building, still inside it, and I came to a part where wherever I was (maybe in the vents or something?) opened into a back room whose floor was at the building's ground level. Wayyy down there, I could see a security guard getting into a jeep and about to drive off, and I kiiiiind of wanted to fly down there and take the jeep for myself, but I wasn't sure I wouldn't just splat on the floor if I tried jumping or flying down. So I went another way, which took me to a large garage-looking sort of area, with a whole array of jeeps, including a sparkly pink one that I took. I think my companion might've taken another one. There was a sort of driveway leading out, and presumably right off the edge of the building. I decided to go for it, wanting to know how it feels to be in a car plummeting off the edge of a building: would I be able to jump out and fly to safety? Would I be stuck in it, and would it somehow land safely if I was?

But the dream had other ideas, so when I drove up the driveway it merely opened onto a ground-level street made of pale cobblestone. It was a sunny day, the houses around were adorable, it was all very nice. I drove off, sort of no longer lucid, and I'm not sure what happened next.

I woke up, realized that I'd had a lucid dream, and tried to get myself out of bed to write it down. When that didn't work, I tried to go back over the dream to cement it in my memory, only to find that I was inserting new things into the dream that hadn't actually happened, as if I were still half-dreaming. And then I fell back asleep and had another somewhat lucid dream.

Dream
This one had much the same flavor as the other dream, with some sneaking around on government rooftops, only this time I was trying to assassinate a visiting queen. It wasn't too difficult; I pretty much just had to drop through a skylight, and maybe it had the same "falling assassination" thing that Dishonored has, because just dropping through the skylight seemed to cause her death somehow. So then I would climb back out and try to avoid the inevitable guards freaking out.

At some point, this dream got interrupted by another, where I was at Stone Harbor, on the beach. The waves were (as usual) a bit strong for my tastes, so I was standing back by a ... I don't know what these are called, architecturally, but it was basically a hallway with column-framed openings facing the beach. I was standing against the back wall with my sister, and I must've looked away from the waves for a bit, because when I looked back there was a half-tsunami looming over the people in the water and on the beach. I watched in astonishment and horror as it crashed down, then turned to my sister and said "I would've died if I'd been there!" I think I had the idea that everyone else in the water could handle that sort of thing, but I specifically would've straight-up died due to my pitiful lack of wave-surviving ability. The wave rushed all the way up the beach with such force that it slapped into the back wall, though by that time it was only about ankle height. The next couple waves were like that, too, and at some point I became aware of the fact that there were small children in the water who were probably screwed. At the same time, I had this wondering impression that they could handle being tumbled by a massive wave, thanks to their baby fat, which, in my mind, rendered them virtually invincible.

There was some bit about us leaving Stone Harbor, and dad being there and being annoying, and then the dream switched back to my being a queen-assassinator, which isn't a word but I like it anyway. I was doing more marble rooftop roaming, this time with my brother and a vague sense of lucidity. I decided to give something a try, one of my would-be dream powers: the blink move from Dishonored. Essentially, the idea was that I raise my hand and cause a glowing rune sort of thing to appear on the ground some distance away. Then, when I released it, I would be teleported directly to where the rune was.

It worked incredibly well, so that marks the first time I've successfully teleported in a dream. I lined up a rune behind a patrolling guard, teleported to it, and then tried to take him down... and sort of failed. He kept going, not noticing my presence (somehow), and I teleported behind him again. This time I think it worked. By now we were in a small shed type place on the roof, where the guard had intended to access some sort of guard-only device for whatever reason (I know at SOME point, guards trying to sound the alarm had been some sort of issue, but it's hard to remember).

My brother was now nowhere to be seen, as a second, far more burly security guard rushed in and saw me. Since I'd been spotted, it seemed that my only hope was to fight this guy, who was an odd mixture of muscle, fat, and sheer, intimidating size. He was also wearing a dark blue wife beater, and the impression I got from him was that he was some sort of higher-up unbeholden to the rules or a dress code, a guy with the power to follow his own inclinations, a somewhat loose cannon who was nevertheless respected. I took him on, only to realize very shortly that I was going to lose. Somehow running away didn't occur to me, so I got captured instead.

I was then the subject of some experimentation conducted by Mr Blue Wife Beater, or at least, my character was. At this point the dream got a little confused. There was the sense that I could break out whenever I wanted due to my overwhelming lucid power (which apparently didn't come in handy at all in hand-to-hand combat), but was choosing not to. Makes sense, I'm something of a masochist. At the same time, I was no longer my queen-assassinator character; she was a blue-eyed blonde, beautiful in a sort of anime way. The dream apparently couldn't make up its mind what was happening, because it showed her, third-person, being provoked by Mr Blue Wife Beater and trying to control her anger and fear, and then in a hospital bed, missing an arm and an eye. I think I woke up shortly after.

Dreams falling apart shortly before I wake up is a trend. I wonder if it's falling apart because I'm close to waking up, or if encountering difficulties in story-telling can cause the dream to end?

yoooo I got lucky

Dream
So I dreamed I was a community college student again, and I would take the bus to get there and there was another student on the bus who'd done somethin' to me that I wanted revenge for. And I had this plan like yo, if I could beat this guy up with no consequences... was like I was hoping that soon I would be in a dream where I could beat him up, but then I was like yo lemme check and I did a nose-pinch check and realized I was already dreaming!

So then I stood in the middle of the bus and raised my arms, willing the bus to lift into the air, and it somewhat reluctantly did, so I started talking excitedly to encourage it. That helped a lot, and pretty soon the bus was like, forty feet off the ground. Think my plan was to smash it on the ground, but I'm not sure how I thought that was gonna work out because one, there were a bunch of other people on the bus who had nothing to do with this guy, and two, I was still on the bus. But then I think instead I got sidetracked and forgot all about the dude because the fact that I was lucid in a dream was more interesting than this made-up lil dream character. That said, I don't remember what happened next. Good times tho. Glad I still got my same old lucid powers.

ahhh let's see

Dream
Imma just write down the fun part, which was that I was with my boyfriend and Super Smash Bros Melee player Mang0, doing some thing or other. My boyfriend was relaxing shirtless nearby, when Mang0 upended his bottle of ice cold water over my bf's chest. And my boyfriend just did not react at all. Ice cold water just running down his chest and soaking into his pants and he didn't even move. Mang0 was surprised like "Oh, I see why you like him now," and I was like "Right??" At which point my boyfriend was sort of getting flustered by this high praise. And then Mang0 got my boyfriend working on a website for him and I was like aw yeah, people I like are working together.

Which is weird for a couple reasons. First of all, in waking life if you upended a bottle of ice cold water anywhere NEAR my boyfriend's chest, he would launch away from it like a cat. Secondly, I didn't realize that I'm a Mang0 fan, and actually I still don't even know if I am, considering my brain attributed to him the unflattering action of dumping cold water all over someone with no regrets.

If my brain's sending me any kind of signal it's probably that I shouldn't treat my boyfriend like he's more unfeeling than he is. Or at least, I'm worried about doing that. Originally, it was something that I liked about him, because with my depression I didn't like the idea of getting close to someone I loved only for them to be dragged down by it. But I think that train of thought might've mutated into something more along the lines of "it's okay to disregard his feelings," which would be. Unpleasant. I mean, for someone like me who worries about screwing up and isn't always sure what will hurt people or why they feel the way they do, it would be a relief, but still. That sounds more like I'm treating him like a punching bag or a ragdoll.

Gotta keep learnin' about relationship stuff. I don't really know what I'm doing or the best way to love someone. I'm the kind of person who tries to approach emotion with hardcore analysis. I don't feel like I can rely on my feelings to guide me in anything, they seem too inconsistent. And I like the idea of rationally and deliberately choosing an approach that'll make my boyfriend feel more cared about. But sometimes it just seems too mechanical, somehow. It makes me feel like I don't know what my "genuine" actually is. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

aaanyway. Thoughts and feelings continue to be a complicated matter.

For whatever reason my dreams last night were a little more normal (and less uneventful), plus there were a ton of them. idk tho let's see what I remember

Oh right, also for some reason last night I had this sense that I could picture things in my head very, very clearly. Sharp shapes and contrast and vivid colors, when normally my visualization feels like it's got a thick layer of film grain overtop it. It felt very... refreshing. Not sure what triggers it.

Dreeaaaammmm
So, there was something before this that I can't recall, but at any rate, whatever was going on before got suddenly replaced by me being a ninja in some well-populated castle, and climbing all over the walls trying not to get caught. I had cool abilities that made me super agile, which was fun. This kinda went on for longer than I'm making it sound, but heck I can't reMEMber what HAPpened.

Anyway in the end some magic dude or chick caught me, chained my arms, and then blew out a corner of the room. Beyond was empty air and clouds, so it turned out it was some kinda floating castle in the sky. Then whoever it was looped my chains over a broken part of the corner so I had to sit there like, right on the edge, though at that point it was third person so I didn't get the full "oh boy I'm right at the edge" experience.

THEN I dreamed that my family and a buncha other people were refugees migrating to a more modern culture, and to be allowed to settle there we had to beat 'em in a dance competition. Or maybe it was just a jumping competition. We took some time preparing and then when I was up it was versus this kid who like, did this awesome hip-hop dance that I really couldn't compete with... and then, when it was my turn, I just jumped in the air a few times. But I was having a great time. But yeah I don't think it helped us win the competition.

And THEN. UGH. I could feel one of my lower teeth getting loose. And my dad was like yeah, all your lower teeth are baby teeth, so they're gonna fall out. I'm like SRSLY?? Because IWL and in this dream, I have a permanent retainer on my lower front teeth. So then this loose tooth just kept getting looser until it was gonna fall out, except it couldn't because of the retainer, and I'm like toying with it with my tongue and it just didn't feel good. At all.

Lastly I dreamed I was bein' attacked by this rude nerd who had a buncha rubber bands. And I was holding a baby so I couldn't go on the attack, I had to stay curled up protecting this baby from this madman's continuous rubber band storm. They kinda stung, too. I tried shooting a couple back (not sure how I did that while still holding the baby), and I remember that there were quite a few piled near me that he'd shot at me, some wide and flat and some pretty thin. One of the thin ones was broken, and they were all kinda old.

Then Morty from Rick and Morty showed up and beat the guy up in this crazy aggressive way. He was wearing gray pants and yelled something like, "I LOVE IT WHEN THERE'S A GRAY AREA" like, y'know, when crazy violence got totally justifiable. The rubber band guy seemed to be starting to get up, and I just landed on him from above butt-first, tryna crush him, except it didn't really work 'cause I was too light. And then Morty joined the fray and the three of us became this flailing ball of limbs that, from third-person, looked totally hilarious.

Then I think I woke up.

Dream
Pretty much just dreamed about stressful things. Ben came back from college but I was so angry with him I wouldn't even talk to him or acknowledge he was there. Granny woke up in her coffin and hurt her hands banging and clawing at the lid until she was let out, though once she was, she looked even healthier than before she died. And Dad got into Harry Potter lore and said something casually about how he thought I was like Voldemort, a racist sociopath, and I snapped and yelled at him so much he ended up physically backed into a corner.

BLEH. No fun dreams lately.

w0w I'm tempted to start losing motivation after a mere WEEK. I'm just gonna give it more time.

Dream
Part of the dream was that I was part of this druggie community but we weren't actually supposed to have drugs of our own, or somethin' like that. AND YET. I had a whole bunch of L-Theanine stashed in my room. Which isn't much of a drug, but I had to keep it a secret like it was heroin or something.

Also, my room was more like some abandoned apartment in a halfway-destroyed building. You had to climb some rubble and collapsed stuff to get up there. Getting down was a bit easier, since some of the rubble formed a sort of slide, I think?

I also dreamed a cute lesbian was tryna get me to cheat on the bae and I was like uhm. Sry I can't. Then she was tryna show me how to give my hair a really intense undercut one-sided style and I was like idk if I'll look good with that ?? I'm just not punk enough.

I wannttt mMOOOORE SLEEEPPPP

Dream
OK so a lot of things happened but again recall is tricky
but I DID happen to remember that my brother and I were playing Roller Coaster Tycoon 2. It functioned like a multiplayer game, where the two of us could work on the park independently of the other. This really only worked out well because it was a dream, so we didn't end up doing something like putting down two of the same ride by accident because I always intuitively knew what he was doing.

we put down a bunch of small, thrilling rides, and I can distinctly remember the struggle to get the entrances and exits and queues and paths all properly laid out, owing mainly to the dream's apathy for consistent game behavior. This seems to be a trend in my dreams, that something will be working not quite as well as the usual, because it's a dream, and I'll get a little annoyed but fail to connect it with the fact that I'm dreaming. I want to turn that into a reality check but it's something that only happens in dreams so... maybe I should just do some visualizations and have myself reality check in response? I'm not suuuure.

Anyway once we had all the thrill rides laid out I was ready for money to start pouring in, because people were queueing all over the place. Like, all the rides were very popular. And yet. We failed to get rich. In fact, it looked more like we were actively losing money. I was like, what the heck, game? And then it turned out that since we'd put down only thrill rides, we were missing out on potential profits from the pansies of the world. The game flat-out showed us where to put down a merry-go-round, like that was the one thing we were missing. So we did. But I feel like I might've woken up shortly after so ohHHH WELL.

Something else about fighting large humanoid bugs.

oh whoops I forgot to post this ooOOPPSSS

hhaaaaa

Dream
Dreamed mom was telling me about this like, cross-country runner guy who'd been converted to Christianity. So I'm like okay hold that thought and we're at this strip mall place at night (kinda feels like I've been there before in another dream) and I get outta the parked car and make my way over to an ATM that gives me the deets on this guy.

So it shows a nice lil illustrative graphic video of him running all over the place in West Virginia, complete with little numbers showing how very far he's gone, and then he runs into this Christian dude who's got a pamphlet. And he's just kinda standing there in the path in the middle of nowhere waiting for the guy. And then the Christian dude says something challenging like "Jesus died for you, how can you be allowed to have your own pamphlet when you haven't-" and I feel like the cross-country runner guy and I both get the same thought like "...if the runner guy hasn't jumped off this cliff and died...!" like, y'know, to show his dedication and stuff, except then the Christian guy finishes his thought and it's something a lot more mundane.

So I'm like, unconvinced by this display, and then I have to eat a big bowl of cereal so I'm tryna hurry up and do that so I can get back to mom. Except then she just pulls up while I'm walking to her like yup here I am! And I'm like cool.

Once again I feel like there was somethin' else cool goin' on but apparently my recall is not THAT good so oohhhhhhhhhh well

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this is really tricky to try to remember

Dream
okay so there was this queen and I was this worker dude, really more like a peasant, who wanted to be all subversive and it's hard to remember more details than that? But I know at one point that like, I was uselessly messin' around with bales of hay on a long cart (which was my main purpose, it seemed), and out of nowhere a couple of arrows whistled right past my head from below me. There was this guy hiding in the corn right next to the cart who was, I think, angrily posting to his twitter account about how he didn't like the queen so he was taking it out on her workers, which maybe inspired me to start posting on MY twitter account about the "literal" (I made very sure to note that these were literal arrows and not, say, metaphorical ones) arrows that some madman had just fired at my head because he hated someone else entirely (surprisingly I did not then attempt to hunt down the perpetrator in question, who I'm pretty sure was still RIGHT THERE in the corn posting on his twitter account).

And there was something earlier about how I was a gay dude looking at a guy on the front of a magazine and it was like, my favorite magazine cover of all time. Which reminds me of other things but honestly this dream does not translate to reality very well at all.

I don't feel very aware in my dreams, which bugs me because instead of encountering something weird and going "Oh, maybe this is a dream," I just accept it. Guess I should practice my reality checks. Probably something like "what if this right now is a dream?" and then giving everything a good hard look would help. And also being like "wait maybe this is a dream" and doing a reality check every time something weird happens.

ANYWAY.

Dream: "It's Not the Actual Her"
Dreamed that various relatives had gathered for whatever reason, which was fine by me except that one of them was my recently dead Granny. She seemed to be acting pretty normal, so it wasn't as if the doll-looking thing that served as her corpse in the viewing had been cruelly reanimated. It really was like she'd somehow come back to life. And I was like, what, this is impossible (because I do have SOME dream awareness, I guess). I said as much to my sister, who scoffed and said that of course it wasn't the actual Granny. And then something like, "It's like if they made another one of you. It wouldn't be the actual you." So then I was thinking, what, like a clone? They grew a clone of Granny in that little time and now it's here? They could make a clone of me? And I was just, like, confused. But I didn't think it was a dream. FOOLISH ME

Then there was a bit about Granny being casually psychic her whole life and not wanting the ability to go to waste, so sometimes she'd inform us of stuff she knew. Like, okay, to describe it more fully, I was in some building, and when I looked out one of the windows I saw a younger Granny driving her car and boasting of her never-wrong ability to just know things, viewed from the perspective of the front seat. So I was like yo, cool, if she's 100% psychic then maybe I'm like, 25% psychic?

Then I was in the 1319 house and saw these two black cats outside in the rain, so I let one in (the other was still away from the door for some reason) and got a towel to dry it off with. And it was very well-mannered about this, snuggling into the towel to make things easier, and I was like yo this cat's pretty smart. But again, even though I got this mental ping like "that's weird" it didn't translate into a reality check. I needa practice these things IWL aaaaa.

Eventually I let the other cat in and toweled him off as well, and it was pretty vivid. So that was cool. Tryna dry off these cats. Man, they were really soaked.

I woke up and I was like ehhh I could use more dreams, maybe I could WILD? And then I just fell back asleep like normal so whoops.

Dream: Chillin' with the Bae
Then I dreamed the bae and I actually lived within walking distance of each other, which I then got totally confused with waking life. I was like, dude, we live so close to each other, how come we don't hang out like this all the time? So I was a little confused. Also I was going to college, and although we didn't really go to the same college we'd walk to class together. It was super nice tho. Bein' able to hang out with him.

Ugh I am too lazy to remember much more, but there was some part where I think the bae and I went to some kinda welcoming seminar to welcome me back to college, and it was pretty hella boring. Oh right, and then I met Mang0 the melee player which was rad. He was super chill.

Dream: ???
Whatever occurred in my dreams last night was so abstract and unmemorable that it translated to a big foggy mess this morning, so I have almost nothing to contribute to my dream journal at this time. However, I do remember some fragments.

Something about me making things for some girl.
My sister getting freaked out by a spider and pointing it out to me, and me getting really close to it and recognizing what kind it was (for the record, the type was a sort of small, spiny spider that had a tendency to tuck its legs in very close to its body and hold very still, which are some attributes that real spiders have but not necessarily combined like that).

Better luck next time, me.

No lucidity but my dreams had some nice detail to them. Maybe I underestimate how vivid they already are?

Dream: AAAHHHH DREAMSIGNS
So my dreams weren't entirely interesting except for stuff like this:

My boyfriend and I were riding around on the Metro and he told me about how he'd once been sent to some kinda adolescent jail for stealing a handgun with a little bayonet on it (Borderlands 2!). There, they put him in cryosleep for a few months. In the dream I'd just learned about prison cryosleep, so I knew it involved the person being layered in some strange fluffy white substance by a big machine, sorta like a giant 3D printer, and then idk they cryoslept. So then I was seeing this happening to my boyfriend and I was like... bummer. But it really seems like something that would happen to him, I mean not the part where he stole something but the part where as usual bad things are happening to him so points to my dream for being realistic.

Then there was some Metro riding and at one point for whatever reason we got separated and then we reunited and it was great because reuniting with him is the best #longdistancerelationship.

Then I rode trains with my sister and it was pretty chill, except that I didn't really have a working Metro card so I kept having to try to dive through when my sister would swipe HER card and it worked out pretty well. Like, sometimes the Metro peeps would notice and sometimes they wouldn't, but either way they let me get away with it. But what sucked was that "doing things I shouldn't be doing" is a dreamsign for me, like, I should've been thinking "maybe it doesn't matter, is this a dream?" And like, I gotta practice having that reaction to things. In real life. I gotta be like, well, normally I wouldn't be able to steal this car and go for a joyride, but... is this a dream? And then do a reality check. Oh man I love that idea it's so stupid.

Then a Metro lady approached me while I was looking at the Metro map and talked all about what working at Metro was like and p much offered me a job on the spot because she liked me so much and THANKS BRAIN BUT WE'RE NOT WORRYING ABOUT THE JOBHUNT RIGHT NOW SO SHUT UP.

And then outside my sister and I met up with my mom and I found a baby squirrel on the ground and just snatched it right up like YUP I'LL BE TAKING THIS. Then it tried to bite me and I waited to see whether that would hurt but it turned out the baby squirrel had no teeth! Its dumb gummy face just slid right off my finger and I was like "This baby squirrel has no teeth!" 'cause I was so excited about being able to hold this thing without getting covered in bites. Grabbing up small harmless animals is another dreamsign so I need to remember to start doing reality checks when I'm snatching baby animals away from their homes and stuff. Ugh, so much work.

Oh boy look at me being all proactive and trying to get back into the swing of things LET'S DO THIS

Dream 1: Terrorism + Mom
So I don't know why I have these dreams where I'm trying to protect my mom in life-or-death situations but it's always stressful as hell. Here we go.

I dreamed there was some maniac flying planes into buildings on something like an hourly basis, in the area where mom and I were out and about doing I-have-no-idea-what-or-why-we-were-out-there-when-there-were-planes-hitting-things-so-often-and-so-close-to-us. But anyway, we were doing stuff. And I was very much focused on the task of trying to keep mom alive. I didn't get the sense that there was much danger to myself. It was entirely an escort mission.

And that escort mission paid off when I happened to find the perpetrator, an old, somewhat emaciated white guy with a long beard. Who I then promptly drowned in the river. It was something like, I tied a rope around his neck and stuffed him in a box and idk the rope was connected to the box or something, and then I threw the box in the river and made sure it was entirely submerged, just under the surface. And then tried to forget he was actively drowning in there, because the idea was unpleasant.

But anyway, that took care of the threat to mom's life. I'm not sure what happened next, but I do recall checking back on the box and finding that yes, it was still there, and he must've been thoroughly dead by that point, so +1 to my peace of mind.

Dream 2: Hella Long Library Visit
Next I dreamed that I was driving my brother and I to the nearby library. I grabbed three-ish books and was ready to go, and then Ben was like hold on... let's chill here. And I was like oh, okay, good time to get some reading in. And then we just chilled, and idk there was a really nasty beanbag to chill in, and then later there was a bed, and at some point Jess showed up and eventually it was dark out and I realized that mom was probably worried about us. I was like, oh no, I hope she doesn't think all three of us tragically died in a car accident. I checked my phone and saw that I had a new voicemail, and I decided to just text mom that we were all good, and then she showed up at the library saying she wasn't worried and there was no need, or something.

That was the gist of the dream, but I'm pretty sure it was pretty vivid and detailed in some ways. Like, I think I remember running my finger along the library card barcode, and another bit where I was trying to scan my library card and I kept doing it wrong and having to flip the card over.

Anyway it was kinda cool. Just chillin' in a library with my siblings and reading books 'cause there's nothing else to do when you're in a library without your computer. It was an oddly realistic and chill dream.

wow Im back

Dream: Three Friends Aw Yeah
So I dreamed I was in this big building with three friends, which is more IRL friends than I've ever had at one time. And unlike most dreams where I'm, at best, just part of an impartial group, this time it was just these three original characters who really didn't have much in the way of defining characteristics, but were nevertheless chill friends of mine. It felt nice.

Anyway, one of them, for whatever reason, became a robot assassin who couldn't control himself. So next thing you know, he wanted to kill me and another friend. But the last friend stepped in and proved himself to be a capable fighter, able to go toe-to-toe with assassin friend. This was especially impressive because robo-assassin friend could turn invisible and was armed with a fairly long sword, but nevertheless fighter friend did a good job of taking him on.

So most of the dream was me and normal friend just kind of running around from place-to-place, either hiding and wondering if we were gonna die together, or checking in to see how the fight between robo-assassin friend and fighter friend was going. I don't know that one friend or the other ended up winning, but I do remember thinking that if this were a dream, it would be a prime opportunity for me to present myself to robo friend and see what getting stabbed with a sword felt like. Like, a really good opportunity. But I was loathe to actually try such a thing, mostly because I was pretty well convinced that if he stabbed me I would die, and if I died I'd be dead for good. So I didn't go for it.

In retrospect I should've done a reality check and then tried to make myself invincible or something. That would've been cool.