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    1. False Replica Reflections

      by , 05-11-2018 at 08:03 AM
      so this is a dream theory that when one perceives there imagery In dreams and reflects lights in the darkness of seeing human and conscious awareness in dream thinking demons angels monsters are all your subconscious creations so when dreaming in nightmare in ld its your mind trying to fathom how you perceive your own after life in a game played when your eyes are closed so when closing your eyes and meeting dream characters and having view and conversation when sleeping being that your mind makes a deep desire to replicate and create images in your own being and waking life seeing images and reflection of the scary monster the most ruthless demons the most exotic angels and having conversation with other human dreamers in a sense of imagery your mind wakes up in a dream a you seeing other images that aren't your image sometimes I'm not sure if someone has just a standing in a mirror point of view of seeing their lives unfold so when your mind contracts the darkness to reflect the light you make up being in the darkness in moments notice while trying to wake for daily activities in your own pre-set mind games and conscious fathoming
    2. 5/10/2018

      by , 05-11-2018 at 05:22 AM
      Fragment: Something about the breezeway at my high school, the color green, and my sophomore year English teacher trying to give me advice.
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      dream fragment
    3. Log 1107 - Fork in the Streams

      by , 05-11-2018 at 02:02 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Thursday 10 May 2018

      Got a very long dream to note, a brief moment of which was a DILD. There's also some scraps.
      Spoiler for Not gonna lie, it's a wall of text:

      Updated 05-11-2018 at 03:38 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    4. Launching of a Man, Accompanied by Voracious Copulation

      by , 05-09-2018 at 04:50 AM
      There was an event to take place in a huge event center, which appeared to me as a sort of pleasant hybrid of a baseball and football stadium. This event was to be the launching of a man from a cannon into a great trampoline, which subsequently would result in him flying off into oblivion (This is what we as spectators were to expect, anyway). I, simply just another innocent bystander among many, viewed this event from behind large glass windows. It was like we were in a private box, but it was on the same level as the ground level of the stadium.

      I stood there among what i suppose were executives, people in charge of the event. I was accompanied by a couple attractive girls, blondes, who bore a resemblance to several girls from two of my IRL college courses. We were all excitedly awaiting the launch...

      After the launch occurred, the old man bounced off the trampoline in a rather anticlimactic manner. He only managed to gain a few feet, and we all had expected him to fly much further than this. I felt disappointment, and a kind of sick recognition of an unfulfilled general aura.

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      Then, much to my disturbance, the girls beside me went out onto the field and started fucking some of the executives who had been viewing the launch. It was a ludicrous and raucous display, and it gave me a sinking feeling. Afterwards, the girls came back inside; one of them was apologizing to me it seemed, and attempting to console me, though i did not outwardly express my disgust at the disturbing display. She was kind, though, and it was almost as if her consolation negated her previous sexual misconduct. We walked together, and i somehow gained a solace about the situation.

      There was much more to this dream, but this is what i remember.
    5. Logs 1103 - 1104

      by , 05-08-2018 at 02:39 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Got hit with a bad sore the last few days, but that's subsided now. I'll hope it stays that way.

      Log 1103 - Hooked Hand and Rick Brain Swap Scraps
      Created Monday 06 May 2018

      Scrap Group 1
      At home. I'm fixing some electronic. Somehow, my hand gets impaled by a plastic hook, punctured from the back and going straight through the palm. Dad recklessly (yet cleanly) pulls it out.

      At home. My brother is watching Rick and Morty in pain view of my neice and nephew. This episode had Rick negotiated with an alien to swap bodies with each other. Part of the procedure involved disembowelment. That's when I've decided the kids've seen enough.

      Log 1104 - Elona Taxes Urban Area and Evil Fighters Scraps
      Created Monday 07 May 2018

      Scrap Group 1

      Playing Elona+ Custom. I accidentally take all the gold from my shop's safe. High taxes were certain.

      At an apartment room in an old urban area.

      Spectator. Set in a busy shopping center during an overcast day. Frieza from DBZ suddenly appeared. He demanded to know where Goku was, lethally zapping those who didn't know, and telekinetically thrusting others that only had partial knowledge. Later, I'm given the role of Akuma from Street Fighter, who was looking for Ryu. I Ashura Warp throughout the place, startling people when I phased through them. Eventually, I find Ryu, whom was much different than usual. Apparently, he'd adopted a contemporary lifestyle, having his own vehicle, and even a wife (who was in late term pregancy). And yet, Akuma would not back down from a fight, and attacked the former world champion. During the fierce bout, Ryu's wife vehicularly assaulted Akuma. In response, Akuma smashed the car with a Messatsu Gou Shoryu. He then charged up a Messatsu Gou Hadou, when the dream ended.

      Updated 05-09-2018 at 02:26 AM by 89930

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      dream fragment
    6. 5/7/2018

      by , 05-07-2018 at 04:36 PM
      Dream 1: I was not present in this dream, I was just watching it play out. Kurt Russell was a waiter in a quaint family diner. A couple were sitting at one of the tables with their daughter, who was blond and wearing pigtails. They were trying to teach him how to pronounce her name right, but he kept getting it wrong. He went to get her a glass of water, which he put into a plastic cup with the “Coke” logo on it. He wrote her name on the glass in sharpie and gave it to her, joking that “it’ll cost you a buck”.

      Dream 2: I was spectating again. Harry Potter was in a small stone room with a dozen or so other students. He was telling them that he now agreed that co-ed dorms were a bad idea, because someone stole a very important spellbook given to him by a powerful wizard. Suddenly, all the other students vanished, and only Ron Weasley is left. Harry told Ron he knew he was the one who took it, and Ron pulled it out from under his shirt. He told Harry he was going to destroy him. Harry pulled out a metal sword decorated with purple foam lightning bolt stickers.

      Dream 3: Spectating, yet again. Charlie Bucket, played by Freddie Highmore, was sadly watching an old box television set while sitting on a rug. He was watching his parents being interviewed on a television program set in a living room. His dad was visibly nervous and his mom was crying. It was about something he’d done, though I can’t remember what. He then had to walk onto the set and join them. The dream ended there.

      Dream 4: Fragment. I went on a trip with Renee, Sage, Aspen, Justin, and Emily, I’m not sure who else. We rode in vans in stayed in cabins somewhere in the forest, but I don’t remember anything else.

      Dream 5: Fragment. I was in a dark cabin. It was very modern, tidy, and well decorated, but the lighting was very low. I had to stay there by myself on the highest bunk bed.

      Dream 6: My godmother, sister, and I went to a carnival. There was a large parking lot, and from there you’d have to cross a road to get to the rides. The road was for large trucks bringing supplies for the fair. A Chevron truck came bringing gas for the rides. There were crossing guards to help people be safe while crossing the service road. My younger sister went on a large blue roller coaster that went very fast with lots of loops and twists. My godmother asked me how on earth Anna could do that, and I said I didn’t know. We left after Anna got off, and we thanked the crossing guards, who asked for fist bumps. One of them was Morgan Freeman (?), and he did the “up high, down low, too slow” thing. Then we left.

      Dream 7: Fragment. I was talking to my boyfriend over video chat, and he was sitting in a living room empty except for a couch. It looked somewhat like my friend Arthur’s dad’s living room.

      Dream 8: I dreamt that I woke up in my room. There were some green ceramic bell wind chimes hanging from the light above my bed. I noticed if I tensed my face slightly and made a ringing sound in my ears, I could make them move, like I was pushing them without touching them. I tried the same with the metal heart chimes across the room, and it also worked. I then figured out I could touch things with my mind, so I gave myself a foot massage. Then I went somewhere that was my backyard, except with a huge pond in it. There were giant corydoras and arrowanas, and a few goldfish larger than their usual size. I told my sister to stay away from the two arrowanas, as they could eat her easily. Then I used my mind powers to push a red tricycle a little ways. Suddenly I was back in my room, in my bed. My mom and brother were there, and suddenly I noticed a white ceramic bell chime with colorful designs on it. It was moving by itself, without me doing anything. I was scared of it, and my mom said it was possessed. I grabbed a crucifix and tried to tell whatever it was to go away, but nothing happened. I touched it with the crucifix and yelled at it, but it did not stop. I woke up.
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      non-lucid , dream fragment
    7. 5/5/2018

      by , 05-06-2018 at 08:33 PM
      I haven’t been on in a long, long time, but I’d really like to work on lucid dreaming again.
      I’m going to start by dream journaling, like I used to.


      I can’t remember much, except for a dream fragment.
      My freshman year English teacher was congratulating two members of the senior class on their “early marriage”. She said that every year, at least two students would get married before they graduated.
      My boyfriend had an expensive looking camera, and he was photographing the couple. I was sitting next to him on the grass, while the couple walked down a carpet rolled out on the lawn.
      I accidentally got in the way of one of his photos, and he asked me to move.
      I laid down on my back on the grass, and he laughed and said he didn’t mean I had to do that, just to scoot out of the way.
      That’s all I remember.
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      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. Log 1102 - Magical May 2018 Competition - Day 4

      by , 05-05-2018 at 09:38 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Saturday 05 May 2018

      Got a DILD to note. There were a whole bunch of other dreams, but a kind of discomfort made recollection difficult.

      Several intended and unintended WBTBs before this dream.

      Dream 1 - Magical May 2018 Competition

      Scene 1 - Inustrial Communal Place Brief Awareness
      The visuals were blurred. I was an unknown wide facility, metal plating covering much of its walls. There was someone chasing me, or at least someone I was avoiding. So, while floating around, I kept near the ceilings, occasionally phasing through the ducts up to higher levels. Later, I found my brother, Alvaro in some communal bedroom. Got briefly aware. Immediate transition.

      Scene 2 - Bare Diminutive Awareness
      The visuals were blurred. I was home, showering upstairs, dim twilight peeking in from the window. Noticed the bathroom looked absurdly spaceous, retriggering lucidity. I made my way downstairs to the lounge, where I shrunk myself, first down to 1 foot in height, then even smaller. I then looked around, expecting to find unknown DCs to mess around with. Things destabilized. Took a moment to rub hands and concentrate. Transition half a minute later.

      Scene 3 - May 2018 TOTM Advance Task I
      The visuals were clear. I was at the lounge again, only back to full size. I step outside, but not to my neighborhood. Instead, I found myself at the lounge area of a beachside resort. A vast, round wicker canopy covered the place, the surrounding walkways, and most of the nearby shops, and also concealed a clear blue sky above. Seeing passerby's got me worried of my apparel (or lack thereof, given the whole shower thing above). An unnecessary concern, as I found I was already wearing pool shorts, a dark blue tanktop, and running shoes.

      I started recalling the TOTMs, settling for the ice cream one. After some searching, I found a flower growing near an unkempt bush behind a trash can, the bloom akin to a deep violet trumpet creeper. Through telekinesis, I plucked the flower, and kept it hovering over my hand. I then tried changing it. Initially, it transformed into formless darkness, before finally settling into a large glass full of white ice cream. I ate a fingerful, but could taste and feel nothing, just a faint blandness. Both the food and environment were deteriorating. A half minute of concentration fixed as much. This time, the ice cream had a slightly yellowish tint. I took a dab, which felt much colder and a bit coarser than normal ice cream (more akin to the low fat/fat free variety, or frozen yogurt). As for the taste, it was plain vanilla flavored, followed by an oatmeal-ish aftertase.

      Couldn't think of much else better to do. So I floated around aimlessly. It took more effort than usual to get off the ground, let alone to keep balance, which I could only manage by waving my arms around like an oaf. Furthermore, I couldn't get much higher than a head above a nearby archway.


      The dream collapsed soon after. I tried DEILDing back in, but lost lucidity.

      Scene 4 - Where'd He Get My ID?
      The visuals were a bit blurred. This depicted the life of some young, lanky manager in a print shop. Through some crazy coincidence, his former boss from his old job, a stumpy guy with glasses, was now under his employ. Though a diligent worker, this ex-boss was also quite needy, demanding constant advice and oversight.

      I was later given the young manager's role. The stumpy guy started bothering me to trade personal contact info with each other, more than I was sure was needed, down to our driver's liscense ID numbers. This made me very suspicious of my current state. Well, that, and that I found my own ID in this this young guy's wallet. The dream ended before I could do much about that.

      Scrap Group 1
      Some guy is making douchebag comments. I put him on an Argentine Backbreaker hold, then tossed him aside when he started whimpering.

      Updated 05-05-2018 at 10:45 PM by 89930

      Categories
      dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid , task of the month
    9. Log 1101 - Orphe's Fate and Wood Man Loop Scraps

      by , 05-05-2018 at 12:30 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Bad sleep, bad recall, bad opportunities for LDs...

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      Playing Elona+ Custom. There's extra translated dialogue pertaining to Orphe's fate. Specifically, that he'd been trapped in some kind of time loop after unsealing that bound demon.

      Browsing the internet. Wood Man's theme from Mega Man - The Wily Wars was sounding repeatedly.

      Updated 05-05-2018 at 02:38 AM by 89930 (fixed link format)

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      dream fragment
    10. Log 1100 - DILD In WILD's Clothing

      by , 05-04-2018 at 01:28 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Thursday 03 May 2018

      Got a fragment and a DILD to note. There was a lot more non-lucid portions to the latter, and I'm sure several other dreams besides.

      Scrap Group 1
      At a beach with family. We left at dusk, at a time when the tides were rather strong. Warp. At home. Akuma and Ryu from Street Fighter were visiting, apparently to ask me for new pairs of sandals, of all things. Furthermore, me and my brother Arnie somehow knew how to make geta's for the two. That would've taken at least a week's work to get done. In the moment, I could only loan out my nephew's sandals to Akuma (the guy was laughably short).

      WBTB by meditating. Certain distractions kept me up longer than I would've preferred.

      Dream 1 - DILD In WILD's Clothing

      Scene 1 - Another Inner WILD
      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was upstairs in my sister Estrella's place. Seems I had to take care of my niece, Annette. I felt extraordinarily exhausted, enough so to just drop strait to bed. Both Arnie and Estrella passed by eventually, muttering disparaging remarks under their breaths. Meh.

      Somehow, I was of mind to start a WILD. I quickly fell 'asleep' with complete awareness, and with my eyes opened, no less. Took the next minute to meditate, which caused the others to fade from view. I then shrunk myself for the fun of it. Next, I jumped down, and made my way out (or rather, under) the door. Things destabilized. I rubbed hands and concentrated while awaiting a transition.

      Scene 2 - Missed That Kiss...
      The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in an unknown bedroom, dawn light peeking in from a distant window. Just about everything there was white, including the floor, the walls, the shades, and the bed covers.

      I shrunk down once again, first to the size of an action figure, then to only about an inch high. Next, I leaped onto the bed, the creases on its sheets like small hills from my perspective. While gadding about, a gigantic woman steps in view, a nice looking blonde in white pajamas (of course). Perhaps too alluring for someone who'd just woken up, but I digress. She approaches, seemingly unaware of me, if not for her mischievous smile. Indeed, she seats herself alarmingly close to me, and in such a manner so as to shake the mattress as much as possible.

      We greeted each other silently with a mutual gaze. The lady allowed me to climb on her palm. Then, to my surprise, she drew me closer to her pursed lips.
      But alas, I quickly lost hold of the dream, causing another unwitting transition.

      Various forgotten, non-lucid scenes. Something about being in a hotel room with family. Don't recall how this ended.

      Updated 05-04-2018 at 03:13 AM by 89930 (removing cruftl fixing typos)

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      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    11. “Time to Ride”

      by , 05-01-2018 at 08:29 AM
      Morning of May 1, 2018. Tuesday.



      I become somewhat puzzled in one of my last dreams of my sleep cycle. I keep hearing the old Donny Osmond song (from when he was a boy), “The Wild Rover (Time to Ride)”, which I had on a 45 when I was a boy. It is a song that had not even crossed my mind in many years.

      Eventually, during sustained hypnopompic disclosure (the period in which my previous dream’s meaning surfaces and is clearly understood), I perceive it as the usual autosymbolic waking process, which had borrowed “The sun’s about to rise”, one of the song’s lines. (This happens fairly often, that is, my dreams using waking process autosymbolism based on song lyrics, and it is sometimes songs of which I had not even thought about at all in years.)


      Updated 05-01-2018 at 03:25 PM by 1390

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      dream fragment
    12. That look of eyes five inches a part

      by , 04-30-2018 at 06:51 AM
      I found myself in a huge convention center, it seemed. And to my surprise, the place sort of circled around a large domain where the space needle was being constructed, though it was black. I met this woman, and everyone presumed she had an attitude about her that made her cold, unapproachable, and seemingly ill-tempered. I chose to ignore these elements and sat down with her at a picnic table, still inside this convention center. This woman's disposition was an absolute amalgamation of several personas of multiple strippers.

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      I'm so stupidly foggy as to other dream aspects, but I was at one point conversing with my mother about something lifelike.

      Additionally, my friend Matt was at my house, and he felt the need to watch television on our big screen downstairs. He gathered together a jumbled mess of extension cords, and sought the assistance of my father to garner a means to watch his program. When i met him at the foot of the stairs, I asked why he needed to do this, and he responded with "I didn't want you to give me that look of eyes five inches apart!"

      WHO CARES WHAT PSYCHIATRISTS WRITE ON WALLS!
    13. Log 1095 - Botanical Draqueduct Trial and Other Assorted Stories

      by , 04-30-2018 at 01:31 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Sunday 29 April 2018

      Got various things to note, though I've lost memory of several of these.

      Scrap Group 1
      Something about a highway drive.

      Went to a fancy Chinese Buffet with my friend Vlad and brother Javy, the entrance priced agreeably at $6 per person. While going through the food counters, an attendant handed each of us a gigantic bucket of fried rice. I forgot it while serving myself other things, and only realized when I took my seat.

      Dream 1 - Coincidental Return to My Old Job

      The visuals were mostly clear. I was working again in my old job at the gas station. Coincidentally, Anthony, a former co-worker who'd left before I did, supposedly returned just a month prior. Spent quite a while catching up with ourselves, even if I'm embarrassed to admit certain matters. Later, I man the registers, only it was logged in someone else's name. Enter another presumed co-worker, a tall black guy. I realized we were never formerly introduced, but seeing as a lot of time has already passed, it would've been awkward to do so at that moment. A former boss, Paul, also showed up briefly.

      Not too sure on much else. I know some woman ended up behind the registers to pick out cigarettes for herself. Don't recall how this ended.

      Dream 2 - Botanical Draqueduct Trial

      The visuals were slightly blurred. I was wandering around in the mid-upper levels of an apartment building, a grey sky visible out the windows. Later on, I go through walkways interconnecting the structure with adjacent buildings. These platforms got dangerously narrow at times, reduced to even a long wooden plank at its worst.

      Eventually, I meet up with a striking figure, a tall woman with impressive musculature, and a forceful personality to match. She demanded I follow her into one of the buildings. Seemed unwise to not to heed as much. Inside was a series of blue stone hallways. A spectacular bloom of vines and other plantlife decorated every inch of this structure. Such vegetation grew thicker the deeper we went. And then, the plants began moving. They lashed out, forcing us further inside. As I was crossing a doorway, a shrub suddenly sprouted behind me, interposing between the woman and I. She bade I not mind her, that I continue on my own. I did so without hesitation. As I went further ahead, the vegetation dwindled in number. Soon after, I found myself back at the entrance.

      The tough lady was already there, alive and well. She explained that I'd gone through some kind of trial, one only select persons were allowed to complete. After that, she takes me to another nearby building. Upon taking one step inside, a plant emerges yet again from behind, blocking me from the woman, the exit, and even from any light. "You alone were chosen", grunted the woman. "This is something you have to do on your own."

      Unnerved, I walk towards the darkened open space ahead. Just then, a deep voice boomed from above.

      "You have come far in this trial.", said the enigma. "Now, final judgement is upon you. But beware" the voice bellowed fearsomely, "failure in this next test will result in your certain demise. Prepare yourself!"

      I shook in place uncontrollably. Only, I realized it wasn't me, but the entire structure itself. The floor quickly gave way. Now, I found myself sliding backwards through the winding tunnels of a vast stonework aqueduct, the sky partially in view through narrow slits above. I started looking for a way out of this unintended ride, when I noticed a terrifying figure overhead: a massive dragon, bony spikes protruding from its olive-green scales.

      "How long can you survive?!", taunted the creature, quite apparently the source of the aforementioned voice.

      I forced myself to go faster, hoping that I could somehow outrun the beast. Indeed, I did soon lose sight of it. But then, I found myself face to face with its massive jaws, snapping in from one of several occasional large openings on the walls of the structure. Luckily, its wicked fangs missed me by a hair.

      Reactively, I reached into my pockets, but could only find a handful of stones. Still, I 'figured' I had magical abilities. I enchanted the stones, then waited. Eventually, while passing some large gaps, I saw the creature trying to swoop in at me. So, I hurled a stone at it, if feebly (I was still getting dragged by currents, after all). Nonetheless, even a mere graze caused it great distress. Roaring in fury, the dragon responded by breathing a gout of flame, almost incinerating me, had not the tunnel closed again in the nick of time. When it next tried to attack, I conjured an earth elemental, created from the materials of the structure itself. This being obviously stood little chance, but it could at least occupy the menace long enough to give me some distance.

      Later on, my ride was abruptly halted by my getting dropped into a huge cistern. I swam around momentarily, scouting for an exit, but could see none. This delay cost me my lead. The dragon soon hovered in from above. In such circumstances, I was all but helpless. Just as I thought my demise was imminent, I was suddenly flushed into the depths. When I came to, I found myself sliding down that aqueduct all over again. The trial wasn't over.

      Much of that sequence repeats, until I eventually woke up.

      Scrap Group 2
      Some extended scenes of the work dream above.

      Updated 04-30-2018 at 03:46 AM by 89930 (spell check)

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    14. Gyeongbokgung palace 2

      by , 04-29-2018 at 02:30 PM
      This dream memory is very vague and non lucid.

      I remember standing by the entrance to the palace in the same hanbok as last time (maybe this could become a way for others to recognize me? ). I had somehow got myself to the palace for the shared dreaming experiment without having a lucid dream. At some point someone came up to me and asked "What are you doing?"

      "Waiting on a friend", I told her or him.

      We talked longer but I don't remember the words.
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    15. 4/27/18: Runaway

      by , 04-27-2018 at 09:24 PM
      At first, I dreamt that I was in the front yard of my friend (Z)'s house. Our dads were sorting our clothes, yelling at us and getting rid of what's "inappropriate" (Basically just crop tops and shorts of any kind.) I remember there was a dark blue crop top T-shirt with three rings near the bottom, which would expose the stomach area. (Z)'s dad said, "Oh, hell no." And threw it into the "inappropriate" pile. I also feel like I remembered seeing a long sleeved crop top with a Disney character on it, like Winnie the Pooh or something. At one point, other people came, and we were all trying to sneak away from the piles of clothes. I remember it was pouring rain at this point. We were pretty successful, until I realized that someone else needed to escape.
      My American history lessons must be leaking into my dreams, because, at this point, I ended up helping a runaway slave. He was in his late teens or early 20's, with short hair and (I think) a light blue, button up shirt.
      Although the rest of the environment was modern (cars, etc.), the guy that I was helping looked and acted like he was still from the 17 or 1800's. So, my mind decided that we were in the 1700's, although there were still cars and modern streets all around. We got into a car, which had an interesting design. It was wide and rounded, reminding me of something out of The Lorax. I'm pretty sure that it was red, and on the inside, the levers and stuff were a lot longer (easy access?). The doors were also different; the hinges were around where the middle of the windshield would be, so it was... Interesting.
      He drove for a bit, quickly and recklessly, to go north quicker. After a few minutes, we realized that if someone saw him driving, they would report him as a runaway. Because of this, we switched spots (while the car was still in motion), and decided to pretend that he was my slave to avoid suspicion. I think I woke up at some point in the middle of this dream.

      I had another dream, but all I remember is that I was walking in a forest, on some kind of quest. There were patches of snow, and a path, which led into a cave. I don't remember any of what happened, but it was I nice environment.
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