The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy

Prior to what I can remember, me and some other DCs that made up my dream neighborhood were doing something kind of important. I believe I had just gotten back from somewhere. Either way, someone warned us of an incoming tornado. I quickly readied myself and rushed into the shed in my back yard as I saw the horrific monolith whirlwind of destruction heading towards us. Everyone in the neighborhood and Anton LaVey got in my shed, and as the tornado hit, two things happened:

A) LaVey exploded

B) I was teleported to Japan.

Upon my arrival to Japan, I found myself in a town square of some sort. It had a radially shaped multi-layered stone monument in the center that went up a few feet with some people on it. The first of those people resembled the dad from Ben 10. The second appeared to be his son, but not anyone from the Ben 10 universe. They were speaking Japanese, but could understand me well. Something told me that they were messing with me. The end of the dream is really vague, but I remember that I was in a totally different place singing a song about something silly.

I was writing a script for a documentary about my life after leaving the band I'm in. I was suffering from something called "thought battles" which plagued me constantly. Essentially, it was just fancy terminology for me being too mentally active to do anything and that eventually leading to pretty bad short term memory loss. I put my notebook down and started wondering around my room for ~5 minutes. I then went downstairs to see if water could help. When I got to the kitchen, I saw a kitten no more than a week or two old pass me, and then I started crawling on the ground. From down the hallway I could hear me grandma talking to her self, saying that she was from a location in real life that she doesn't actually live in. (keep in mind this is at around midnight). She then spots me and shouts "Hey!" at me. I am paralyzed.

I remember entering my room. On my computer there was an AI program that teaches itself to physically delete things. I turn it on with my peak nihilism in full swing and it starts.
It starts as unrecognizable, but eventually I start seeing physical items be deleted, so I type !detention, and that pauses the program or at least makes it unable to operate. I unpause it and I get the most menacing "you" on my monitor screen possible, seeing as the list of items that are deleted goes up to the 12,000s. I try to type it again, but my keyboard was deleted, so I grab another one, but my struggles to plug it in were to no avail. All the while, pop punk/post hardcore-ish music was playing in the background.

This was a scrap I had while on 1100mg of choline (totally legal dietary supplement to help cognitive functioning and dream potentiation that I got from walmart a long time ago). My dream was unmemorable, but I remember it involving me getting choline from a guy and then waking up and writing a dream log about it.

Last night was the first vivid dream that I have had in a long time. It starts with me at a grocery store with some kind of device that lets the user swap faces with any living being they can find.
I used it to swap my face with a cat, with the supervision of the inventor of the device. After this happened, I went to the house of J (who is now trans and goes by E, but it would be awkward if I made it seem like this was the same E as in Let Your Imagination Run Wild.)
were I came out as transgender to everyone except her parents. We were doing some kind of odd puzzle with the bisexual and transgender pride flags, but we had to hide it when J's mom came in. After that, I was in the jungle and came across a cartoony-looking British guy who spoke with an unintelligible Jamaican accent.
We entered his airship and he told us about how he landed on the moon once, which automatically switched me into a flashback from his point of view. He was flying high above the clouds and navigating his way to the moon, while all the while the people he was with were talking about how globalist Marxism couldn't possibly work in practice.
He had an extremely hard time landing on the moon once he got to it due to the fact that everything that landed on it immediately shot into space. He landed the ship on the moon (which was impossibly small, by the way), and once his feet left the shuttle, it shot into space. He tried grabbing it, but to no avail. He found two flags, both with years written on the cantons.
One of them (the one he picked up) was what appeared to be an anarcho-communist soviet flag with an extremely long year number of (something like) 5120598908802. The dream ended with him placing it in a crater and looking into the sky.

I was trying to find a place to jerk off at school. I tried many places until I came to a downstairs area in the office. It was full of lockers and in the front of the room was a long meeting room table with a projector screen in front of it. To the back of the room was an office cubicle room thing that I thought I was going to jerk off in until I realized that there was no bathroom. There was a windows 10 computer to the side of the room using an old 90's monitor. The clock on the computer read 11:14 PM, even though it was in the middle of the day at school. When I left, I was caught. The entire time I was in the room, I was overhearing what sounded like two people discussing a world changing plan. One of them came up to me. He was wearing normal business attire, but he had long hair that he put into a ponytail. Occasionally, his face would change and do strange glitchy things for a brief period of time, only to then go back to normal. He had a very unusual way of speaking. He was very calm, almost like he had nothing to lose. He asked for some basic information about me. I gave him what he asked for and he responded with "your friends will enjoy this too," or something like that. I left, but after that, the entire building started to shake and a behemoth-like song started playing. I ran to my house, which for some reason was part of the school, only to find that the school had disappeared. Everything was still shaking. I ran to my back yard and saw my sprinkler going nuts. I was going to go to the front yard through the back gate, but I saw what looked like a miniature 1910's era plane firing bullets in rapid succession coming towards me at a sluggish pace. I tried to run back, but then I woke up.

This Dream started on my way to the store. On my way there, I was being attacked by a rapist. I eventually made it home safely, but during that time I had become lucid. I told J about it and then my mom, and eventually we had the idea of going out on an adventure. I tried manipulating my face and gave myself a huge jawline in the mirror, but it slowly turned to normal. I then went into the room mmkk was in and asked if he wanted to come. He said sure, and then I had to re-stabilize, which I did successfully. As we were walking down the street, We realized that mmkk was gone and J turned into one of my mom's co-workers. He saw someone across the street driving a vehicle from one of his old jobs on the sidewalk. Eventually my dream did destabilize and my attempts to fix it didn't work, so I ended up going on deviant art and beginning to write my dream log. It the destabilized again and I actually woke up.

The dream starts at my high school. I can't remember what happens there, but me and a group of friends eventually headed to our middle school. I saw my current art teacher working as a janitor, and the entire building was different. "Hey, this is almost in the same place as it is when I'm AWAKE!" I said, despite the fact this was horribly wrong. Everyone was impressed that I had achieved lucidity. We went inside the building and it was dark. we were in this large room that was poorly lit. To the back of us there was a white wall with a wooden horizontal rack meant for hanging clothes towards the ceiling. While everyone was checking out a room, I told my friend (who will be called E for the rest of the entry) to follow me into somewhere more private. We tried a compartment above the clothes rack, but that was too small. I mentioned the closet, but E said that she didn't like small spaces (I am unsure of this in real life.) We decided to go into the bathroom. What happened next I was still lucid for and will refuse to disclose. I feel partially ashamed for it, as this person was one of my crushes. Nothing that constituted a wet dream. I was sure of this when I woke up this morning and checked my pants. It's just odd for two friends to do. Hint: The bath water turned to red gelatin. There was calming 1950's music in the background. halfway into this moment my dream sort of "ejected" itself from my mind. I still heard the dream, but most of the visuals were lost. I was completely free to open my eyes at that point, and I did.

In this dream, I am going into 10th grade in high school. In this dream, my middle school is able to hold 10th, 11th, and 12th graders, and so I am moved back there. I am given the same home room as when I was in 8th grade in real life, but the normal teacher is missing. Instead there is this mildly balding middle aged man with black hair and square rimmed glasses. He introduces himself and then once he says "I am Mrs. F's replacement" I whispered "yes!" in excitement. He then went over to me and told me that Mrs. F was fired. When I went to talk to one of Mrs. F's assistant staff, she burst into tears of joy at the realization that her freedom of speech had been restored and she was able to express her opinion. In the dream, I eventually went back to my high school.

In this dream, I had become a part of a fleet of alien explorers. My mom told me to visit earth at least once a year as I said my goodbyes. At one point, the aliens on the spaceship I was on were debating something and then decided to go to an extraterrestrial art museum. There was this one exhibit that looked pretty small, but once you stepped into it you were in this alternate universe of fractal geometry in which every hole you go to transports you into a different part of the alternate universe. When I tried it out the first time I was able to find the exit, but the second time it took a little while. After we left, I was told I had to go to one of the regions of that exhibit to recover something. Once I got there all there was was a sculpture of a guy's head with a green, clean-shaven beard.

W went away to the sea and never came back. I texted her, but nothing responded. I suspected she died in a shipwreck and I eventually had an emotional breakdown, closing my eyes and silently crying into my pillow before getting a text back from her saying she changed her name to Jose. I talked to her after finding out that she sold used car parts and asked her why she changed her name. She said that there were too many girls with girl names.
Probably one of the more emotional dreams I have had in a while, but still hilarious.

Me and a friend who moved to the US from New Zealand were in the north pole when we found a Jewish church. My friend then sang a four second song about dropping a glass of orange juice. It went like this:
"I have a glass of orange juice
And now I dropped it"
He was painfully off key. Afterwards, me and my cousin were discussing the ethics of having sex in VR.
I will attach my cover of my friend's song from my dream here.https://drive.google.com/file/d/1d9v...ew?usp=sharing

I was at my middle school... and my elementary school. Basically it was both schools fused into one and there were food stands everywhere like in carnivals. I was talking to some friends and enemies from my middle school there, and once I stopped talking to them, I started walking around. I made it to the entrance of the elementary school part of the building when I noticed I was dreaming. I looked at my left hand and noticed that I only had four fingers like a cartoon character. I then became lucid. I yelled at the top of my lungs "I AM LUCID! YESSS!!!!" before I realized that I might wake up. I think I half woke up anyway, because I was also fully able to hear and feel things from real life. For example, my mom was talking about money, but in my dream I also heard her talking about becoming a food vendor. I also felt my body against my bed. I also accidentally turned my dream into a wet dream, but I refuse to disclose any details.

The dream started at J's house. I had insulted his mother so much that I made her cry (which by the way is probably really difficult to do). I ended up having to fight her.
In the next fragment, I was at the dollar store with my nephew, looking at gigantic notebooks and more importantly examining the fish in the fish tanks that Vladimir Putin plans on sending to a black hole with a rocket. After I left the dollar tree, me and Brian Griffin from Family Guy decided to sneak onto the rocket shortly before takeoff. I remembering commenting about how difficult it was to smoke weed in a rocket flying at thousands of miles an hour while Brian was at the viewing window as we approached our destination. Putin's plan in my dream was to shoot through the edge of a supermassive black hole to know what would happen (presumably). As we were approaching, our screams rose over the sound of the rocket's engines. when we shot through, everything was silenced and we heard mildly haunting piano music for a few seconds before we shot out again in the direction we were arriving. I heard Brian scream "Wait a second, we're still near the black hole!" as we plummeted towards the even horizon. Instead of instant death, spaghettification, or anything bad, we were teleported to an entirely different galaxy that Brian dubbed the malaria galaxy. The music that was playing was a mix of soft runescape music like that of "garden" and 22 seconds into "God Jesus Please Kill Me Damn It" by Spook the Dog.

There is a kid. His name is never specified, but his life sucks. He had nearly caved into cocaine and drug abuse at a young age, and his family actually hates him. The story properly starts at his birthday party. He was practically having FUN hiding from his family because they found out about him being friends with a school shooter until he was caught. After that, he had to sit on the bench for the rest of the party. His dad then comes up to him and starts to sexually harass him. He makes a run for it. He runs as far away from home as he can, taking a friend with him. His plan is to go crash at another friend's house. He doesn't hang out with his friend that much because he is abusive, but something has to be compromised. All the while, he is being chased by my mom, who, in the dream, is his mom. He stops at a library and hides there. He has some pills in his pocket, but he never uses them, although he says he wouldn't mind some cocaine. Eventually he hears an ice cream truck. His friend tells him to stay, but he doesn't listen. Instead, he leaves the building and almost gets arrested by the police. They make a run for it once again and then the kid's mom finds them. He asks why she is doing this and she says that he was a mistake and that she hates him. They eventually lose her but then they get lost themselves. They are at a haunted mansion, Or rather, HE is at a haunted mansion. His friend wasn't anywhere to be found. He enters and gets bombarded by a giant spider and a pac-man looking creature, but manages to fend them off. It then goes to the wikipedia page for the monsters he was attacked by.

This dream is based off of a story I am writing in real life. It's called "Something to Think About" and you can check out what I have of it here:
https://www.fictionpress.com/u/1046116/DROP-THERAPY