Dream Logs DWN-12

Just a bunch of scraps, besides log 1122, which has its own entry.

Log 1120 - Tapped Out at The Moment
Created Wednesday 23 May 2018

Preparing a meal at the kitchen. There's a black paper bag of whole wheat flour labeled "emergency food", or something like that.

Log 1121 - Factory Criminal Enterprise, Pie Party, Urban Apartment, and Bedbug Obsession Scraps
Created Thursday 24 May 2018

Watching Batman - The Animated Series. The owner of a factory (whom looked like Bing Crosby) sneaks into his workplace at midnight. Inside, troupe of a criminals were busy smuggling merchandise, all part of a prior agreement. But now, the owner wanted out, thinking the conspiracy was no longer profitable. When hearing this, the thugs glanced at each other, then roared in laughter. Enter the gang's leader, a man who looked suspiciously similar to Mr. Burns from the Simpsons. He supposedly allows the owner to leave, and with a substantial bonus for "insurance". He then fired warning shots at the man. After that, the owner's cat appeared, of which the gang leader coyly threatened to kill.

At home. The family and I are eating a variety of desserts. My niece, Erica, didn't seem to like the baked apple tarts, but loved the fried peach pies.

Living in an urban apartment suite.

King of the Hill dream, save that the Hills' home was my own. Luanne had a bizarre obsession with bedbugs, unwilling to be rid of them, despite their threats to the health of herself, those around her, and her baby.

Log 1123 - Awakening Score Counter, Imp Ride Attack, and More Gas Station Scraps
Created Saturday 26 May 2018

Recurring dream about falsely waking up in an unknown apartment room. Each time a video game-esque point counter would appear, scoring me based on how I woke up.

Something about a group and I taking an unwilling roller coaster ride straight to hell. My brother, Joao, was a fellow passenger. It was quite a drop to get there. This hell didn't appear terrible, mostly just ancient ruins. Similarly, its denizens were merely whimsical little imps. Even so, these creatures weren't completely innocuous, shooting us with blow darts at every turn. Somehow, I fell off, and was instantly transformed into such a demon. Quite a bitter pity, as I learned the ride was almost at an end.

At my old job at the gas station. This moody, lazy goth girl was a supposed co-worker. Some of her friends arrived, causing trouble. Between that, I noticed a kid trying to steal various things. In a flagrant breach of protocol, I caught him, took the stuff back, then threw him out of the store.