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I had RLS really bad last night. When I finally fell asleep, I had weird dreams.

I dreamed there were panthers crawling around on giant mountains of gold in the sky, and some guy was trying to transition the world to the next dimension, and 2 women were trying to stop him, and they did, but they angered these goddesses who were actually fractals.

Then I dreamed I was a 6 year old Japanese girl's imaginary friend. Little girl tries to summon a cool best friend and instead gets a grumpy middle aged white lady. She had a rep for being bad at schoolwork, and thet couldn't figure out why her english was so damn good.

Then I dreamed about a little kid who could control time using a potato chip bag. She also had a rubber toy egg that she would periodically try to eat, saying it was her favorite egg... Mom would tell her no.

I have the flu, so my dreams have been weird or unsettling. This is a few nights' of dreams gathered into one entry.

The first night, when I was just coming down with the flu, I felt like garbage and had weird fever dreams where friends were inviting me to LuLaRoe (it's a garbage clothing MLM) parties and trying to sell me things. I kept waking up angry and wanting to be left alone, then falling back to sleep and having the same dream over again but with a different person. Why my brain was obsessed with people trying to sell me MLM shit, I have no idea, but that was all I dreamed about the entire night.

Last night, I dreamed about 3 different people who were dead, those dreams where you forget they're dead and they're alive again and then you wake up and realize they're dead. The first 2 were dead pets (a cat and a rabbit) and the third one was my stepfather. I woke up from the 3rd dream thinking "Wow it's been a while since I've seen stepfather, how come?" and then woke up a little bit more and remembered that it's because he's dead and started crying. The crying did not help my already-flu-congested face. On the other hand, at least I got to pet my dead rabbit for 15 dream minutes, and she was as soft as I remember.

Had a dream that Marge Simpson ran off and joined an Oceans Eleven style heist team. One member of the team was a dashing pirate, and she started a fling with him. Homer tracked her down, kids in tow, and she wanted nothing to do with him.