Graywolf

Alright, I'm really itchin' to go so I won't write much.

I created (or found?) this new species of animal that was similar to a rhino. I got to sort of make up the taxonomy for it/what phylum/class/order/etc I wanted it to go in (even if it didn't quite fit for a rhino-like creature). Once I decided, it sort of changed a bit to fit the taxonomy I decided on.

There was a rabbit-like creature that had "shadow" powers that basically enabled it to double-jump. It could also spray like a skunk. It was trying to get away from these barbaric carnivores, and there was a timer in the bottom middle of my vision, like a video game. When the timer ran out, the carnivores were no longer allowed to pursue the rabbit, so it just had to evade them for that long. (Like, two or three minutes I think.) However, when the timer had about 5 seconds left, the rabbit got cocky, and the carnivores caught it with one second left on the clock. He panicked, then.

A person I was at TK with (can't say names, but for my own reference: she was transferred to our lodge because of a "physical altercation" and she wore a grey sweatshirt with her hair in a bun) was in my dream at some point, and she used this "outdated" device that was about, uh, like, 2/3 the size of a brick. It was white, and it was some sort of communication/sensing device, but I don't really remember what it did now. She was in the same dream as a person who I think may have also been from TK (loud voice one who likes red velvet cake and hockey?) who wanted me to back them up as they went into this criminal place where they worked in case their colleagues decided to jump them. She would walk onto this glowing colored square and disappear (apparently to her workplace), and I was to follow if she didn't come out after a little bit.

Another time I find myself in this bathroom which is apparently a navy bathroom or something, at, like, a navy base or something, and it's freaking me out. Everything's wet, there's a whole bunch of growth on the floor lining the bath and lining a lot of other things. There's an extremely sticky reddish substance (kinda like old tree sap now that I look back on it, but even more of it comes off on you) at the base of the neck of the sink. When I look in the mirror, I see that I have a horrific wound on the right side of my forehead, though I can't feel it. It's as if the skin was ripped off roughly. It's old now, but still exposed. I don't touch it half out of disgust/horror and half just in case it might make it hurt. There are unbelievably large zits (maybe more like white boils?) on my forehead to the left of the wound. I guess they were about the size of, uh, like, an entire eraser from a pencil? Like when you pull it out? Maybe a bit bigger. Anyway- and lining my left jaw was some sort of greenish growth- like barnacles or mold, like an extremely infected wound. My hair was long, unkempt, and greasy/wet. I had to push it out of the way to look at the growth on my jaw and the wound on my forehead. I popped my zits at some point.

I was eventually let out of the bathroom to a spartan (in decoration, not time period), grey room that was apparently part of this navy base. It wasn't so disgusting, and it was a little less dim than the bathroom. I'm apparently let out by Matt Young, an improv guy who's a part of some podcasts I listen to. There with him is the rest of the people who form Improvised Star trek, all in their Star Trek outfits. They're apparently improvising a scene, so I begin to improv with them, and I think I may have even thought that my wounds and stuff were "just improv".

At some point I'm in this green yard in the daytime. Like, we're outside my house, but the yard is much bigger and flatter. Me and some other people are under this white, open, tent/tarp or whatever, and I don't remember what we're doing. These creatures that kinda look like big, stocky, capybara-ish people walk over. I don't know their intent, but one of them comes towards me with open arms. The people I'm with say I shouldn't interact with them, but I'm curious and hopeful. However, it turns out the "open arms" gesture led to picking me up over their shoulder and carrying me off. I call for help and my friends begrudgingly save me.

Aaaand THAT'S the SHORT version!