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    An Insomniac's Dream Journal

    I have a pretty terrible habit of not recording my dreams. I started this as an attempt to finally get back on track with my dream recall and general interest in LDing. Let's hope it works.

    1. Day Seven and Eight: Ready for a Comeback

      by , Today at 01:45 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Sorry for the late upload, the WiFi was cut because my parents didn't pay it in time. Thank goodness it didn't go on longer than it did.

      Day Seven:

      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 6:40 AM


      Dream 04: If Marvel Made Overwatch(?)

      The dream takes place in the first person camera perspective, much like a movie. The subject matter was, of course, Overwatch.

      I think I was playing a story mode of sorts, with (Oddly enough) live acted cutscenes alongside the more stylized Overwatch gameplay. I remember playing as Soldier: 76, shooting a big ol' Roadhog as we both try to get to a closed room.

      It then switched to a cutscene where 76 says he will "Open the gates to the outside world, and there's no coming back", conversing to (Of freaking course) Teddy Cruise as two guys try holding him back.

      Teddy is struggling to get out of their control, but the gates open anyway, and a bright light floods the room.

      It then switched to an interview segment with Teddy Cruise remarking about how the light was so bright, he might actually be partially blind in his right eye. Guess the directors at Blizzard or something must've really hated him.



      Day Eight: Nap


      Fell asleep at: 4:30 PM

      Woke up at: 9:30 PM


      Dream 05: Tension Brewing

      Talk about day residue. Yesterday, my English class was talking about the 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing, going over an article and a poem about the event. It got real heated, real quick, and I think it's safe to say all of that transferred over to this dream.

      I'm in a classroom, just doing my work, then I come to realize the teacher is literally not without a racist bone in his body. The kids aren't making things any better, as they too just reciprocate everything he says, jokingly or otherwise. It's just a hostile environment overall.

      Dream 06: Pointers from the Subconscious

      I dreamt I was designing one of my characters, a time travelling 80s video game protagonist stereotype named John Jones. In the dream, he's wearing an umpire's outfit, complete with a baseball base as a shield and a baseball bat as a sword expy.


      Dream 07: Perspective


      I'm at school, again, but this time I'm walking inside the hallways. On my way to the 'I Wing', one of my old friends, D, walks up to me and says hi. We exchange words, catch up with each other for a bit, and go our separate ways. We never really talked that much in the waking world, so I wondered why she was one of my designated 'dream friends' for this one. Hmm...

      But there's no time to ponder that fact, as I am now inside my World History teacher's body, personality, everything. In the hallways, I'm trying to calm down two 6ft tall students from beating each other up or something. It was so weird having someone else's thought patterns in mine, but probably something I want to put a pin on later.


      Day Eight: Night

      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 6:40 AM

      Dream 08: Alpuppies

      Back at my house, I exit out of my Mom's room to find that my dogs are fully grown...And fully terrifying. My two puppies (Nemo and Kleo) now resemble llamas than, y'know, dogs.

      I take them to go pee outside, where they poop, pee, and spit all over the place. The dream ends soon after.

      Updated Today at 04:04 AM by 93490

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , side notes
    2. Day Five and Six: A Dry Spell Is A' Comin'

      by , 02-18-2018 at 05:45 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Day Five:

      Fell Asleep At: 1:15 AM

      Woke Up At: 9:00 AM


      Dream 02: Images

      Same as last night, except I remember even less of this one. Maybe tomorrow will get better.




      Day Six:

      Fell Asleep At: 1:20 AM

      Woke Up At: 10:20 AM


      Dream 03: Fragments

      I remember playing CTF in Overwatch. The map in question was Ilios an I was playing my main, Lucio, scoring free hits on people by blasting them off the stage.

      There was also another dream, but that ended up being swamped by this one.


      I have really got to start going to bed earlier. Maybe that's what keeps messing up my recall.
    3. Day Four: Intensive Journaling (BUST)

      by , 02-17-2018 at 06:28 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 10:30

      Woke up at: 7:20


      Dream 01: More Flashing Images

      Nothing particularly interesting happened last night. I went to bed really mentally exhausted, mostly because of all the homework I had to do, and just plopped myself into my bed.

      I think I remember being in a sterile, white lab with maybe one or two doctors, but that's really stretching it. All I can remember is the color white.

      Also, from now on I am going to be numbering my dreams. Even if they're fragments or flashing images, they will still count towards the dream total.

      Updated 02-17-2018 at 10:10 AM by 93490

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    4. Day Three: Intensive Journaling

      by , 02-16-2018 at 05:29 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 10:30

      Woke up at: 7:10


      Missing: 75℅ Of Humanity

      The dream starts with me touring an apartment complex in some big city. A movie theater is directly in front of the apartments, and I'm reminded of a city in Mexico (Those on the border to be more exact).

      I look down into the city, and realize NOBODY is around. NOBODY. Not even a few civilians walking around, nope, nothing.

      Naturally, I freak out. I try to look up information on my phone, which makes reference to some biblical catastrophe which would wipe out 75% of the population. But, I didn't process all of that information, and thought it was zombies that did it. Yes.

      So, when my family came over, I proceeded to barricade the doors when it came time to sleep. I wake up in the early hours of the morning when a group of teen survivors (Two boys and one girl) come walking up the stairs and into the hallway.

      The lights are off, and all three of them are carrying candles, presumably because their phones died. I let them pass, and went back to bed.

      Me and my family had spent a couple of days surviving in those apartments, when my mom decided it was time to get out of there because of the cramped living situation. We gathered up our food supply, loaded all of our stuff into the trunk, and just before we left...

      Survivors.

      They weren't hostile or anything, but there were very few of them to speak of. Maybe 4 or 5 people were out in the open.

      My mom beckons me back into the car, and we went off to Tennessee.
    5. Day Two: Intensive Jounalling [BUST]

      by , 02-15-2018 at 03:14 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM

      Woke up at: 6:30 AM


      I think the dreams I had last night were about as vivid as Day One, but I'm pretty sure I forgot about them as soon as I woke up. All I remember are bright white flashes.

      Updated 02-15-2018 at 03:18 AM by 93490

      Categories
      dream fragment , side notes
    6. Day One: Intensive Journaling

      by , 02-14-2018 at 03:22 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM

      Woke up at: 6:30 AM


      Dream 01: A New Member in the Family


      I'm wandering around my house when I spot a pug-like dog on top of some towels. I go and tell my mom about it, asking if I could keep him (Or her). She said yes, but that she won't be responsible for what Dad does. She also said to call her when I'm in Mr. F's class.

      He didn't like it when I brought those two stray puppies into the house, and we already have one other dog, so I kind of dreaded what would happen if Dad found out.

      I put the puppy on the floor to to lay with the other pups. My puppies are quite the wily bunch however, so I pick the pug back up.

      Dream 02: Gray Concrete


      I find myself in, of course, a gray, concrete building. A couple of the unreputable students from my school are there. I go to a cafeteria where there's a soda fountain on top of the counter. It's at this point I start thinking about light-speed travel and transport myself to the "Thinkspace".

      Because that's just the kind of think I think about when I'm bored. Maybe I watch too much Vsauce...

      The Thinkspace is a thing I made up. It's basically what happens when the dream version of me starts imagining things in his mind, separating him from the dream for a little bit.


      Bizarrely enough, it isn't a Vsauce video that plays in the Thinkspace, but an Oxhorn video. He talks about light-speed travel and shows a visual of a woman sleeping in a raft with her lower body being a castle wall. She may not be a "brick house", but she certainly is a castle wall.

      Dream 03: Raider Troubles

      Now I'm traversing a Raider infested parking garage with my sister, K. I manage to trick the Raiders into a linear platforming course (Think Donkey Kong Country) on the grounds of:

      "They're not platformer characters, K. They won't make it past the first jump and certainly not the first run jump. Nobody holds onto the run button..." And I take my leave.

      I go through a set of double doors and find myself in a school courtyard. I am by my lonesome, following a couple when I split up with them to join up with my friend, J2, a percussionist, who is sitting on a really tall chair.

      I awkwardly say to him, "J2, let me...ascend..." As I shuffle my way up that stupidly tall chair.


      Dream 04: Oh Shit, I--


      I'm now in my history teacher's class, Mr. F. I remember that Mom told me to call her a bit too late, as class just ended and I'm too scared to pick up the phone.

      A day later (In the dream, not real life) passes and I wake up on the couch. It must've been a Saturday, since I had no school.

      My brother (J) tells me to get ready, since my mom wants to go take us surfing. Now, I am neither good at nor interested in surfing, so I groan to the top of my lungs to get the message across.

      I tell my mom I feel sick and can't go surfing, and she gets noticably angry. She's in the restroom, by the way. With the door closed. And as soon as I reach out to grab my phone, she tells me to go to bed.

      Then she snaps.

      In a distorted, banshee-like voice, she tells me, "Why didn't you text me when you were in Mr. F's class yesterday, huh?!"

      This woke me up. No joke, I woke up with an enveloping sense of both dread and shock because of this.
    7. Bloody Gums

      by , 02-11-2018 at 05:10 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 12:00 A.M.

      Woke up at: 9:00 A.M.



      Nightmare:

      I'm in my parents' car when I start picking at the inside of my mouth. There's something...stuck up there.

      So, logically of course, I pick at it with a freaking pair of scissors. I finally get that thing out (That think being a piece of my tooth); Then my gums start to bleed. I stuff my mouth inside a towel and wait for it to pass.

      My mouth feels numb just thinking about it...
    8. Huh...

      by , 01-04-2018 at 09:16 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 5:00 AM


      Woke up at: 1:00 PM


      Dream:
      I think I'm in a warped, dreamlike version of my school, fused with one of the houses from the colonias near my town. It's all the usual dream stuff, just me walking around, minding my own business...


      When the DC of my dead cousin shows up. And I am speechless.


      Now, I'm not gonna sugarcoat things. Even though this was an experience personal to me, I felt like it was worthy enough to be talked about. It's nothing too graphic or too sad, so stick with me.

      He's wearing a greasy looking pinstriped suit, a faded black with light gray lines. He looks unkempt, as was his style I guess. He was always the "cool" one, and often put his appearance first before anything (The man owned a leather jacket for Pete's sake).

      Immediately I start choking up. He's on the other side of a chainlink fence but manages to jump over it because he could. I think he was talking about something, but I was too preoccupied dealing with my own anxieties.

      "This is the one person I hate so much...How could he do this to us? Why does he still look so cool? How is this possible? The one person I try so hard not to emulate shows up in my dream, without MY permission? Typical. But...there are so many questions..."

      He walks around for a bit; around a twisting, almost rotten tree, and peers into a window. Excited children flood the window, and he smiles back. I get even more temperamental.

      He parkours his way up a wall, onto the roof, totally in line with his character. I think to myself:

      "What do I talk to him about? How different are we? Why the hell did you do that to us? Will I ever see you again? Can you get the heck away from me?" My fist clenches trying to hold it in, and I choke up once more, on the verge of tears.


      But I don't have any time to think.


      The children whom he had met burst out through the door, and he jumps back down to meet them. I trail them all back inside through a red door to my right.

      They're all laughing, having a good time, but I demanded an answer from him (Well, not really but you get the point) and still he had nothing left to say. The children have also done some excellent drawings and sketches on notebook paper, and I admire just how detailed it looks.

      But I clearly have had enough. I stormed out of the room and went to contemplate this situation elsewhere.

      I wind up in a big city. A parade seems to be going on in town as kids throw humongously large rubber dodgeballs at each other, cars pour in from every corner, and confetti rains down from above.

      I don't take part in the festivities, I'm too shaken to even think. In the real world, that would've been the death of me. I walk callously across each gathering of students and even snake my way through busy traffic.

      I come across a chainlink fence and think I should climb it, but thoughts of my deceased cousin crossed my mind, and I move onto something else.

      And that's when the dream ended.

      Updated 01-04-2018 at 09:19 PM by 93490

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    9. Probably Not What Goat Meat Tastes Like But Whatever

      by , 12-28-2017 at 07:50 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

      Woke up at: 12:00 PM



      Dream:

      It seems to me I am in the desert, almost keeling over due to the lack of food in my system. The "narrator" of the dream (Who sounds a lot like Oxhorn who, in short, sounds like Tom Hanks) says I am on a quest to find a "warm animal".

      Apparently the temperature is so hot that animals in the desert literally cook from the inside out. I come across a dead goat, or some other creature like that, and pick apart nicely sliced pieces of meat from its body.

      It tastes savory, but also something that could be served at a barbecue due to its peppery sort of taste. It's also kind of spicy, and the meat itself was reddish orange with black spots, implying it was cooked recently. It was, as expected, pretty warm for being recently cut meat from a goat's body. I snuck along a bag full of the stuff along with me.

      I come across another traveller, but from this point on I don't really remember much. He talks to me about where he can find this meat, and I told him that those goats are all over the desert, not wanting to give up my share.

      And the rest is all fuzzy images from that point on.


      Notes

      1. First time I ever engaged in taste in a dream, though non lucid. Sadly, I don't think goat meat counts as junk food so no TOTM for me.

      2. Now I suddenly don't feel hungry for some reason.
    10. Haven't Had This One Since I Was 12... & Don't Burn Your Bridges Behind You

      by , 12-27-2017 at 06:16 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

      Woke up at: 10:00 AM



      Dream 01:
      I remember being in a white and sterile environment, much like an empty doctor's office or some high-tech research facility. I think in the dream I was fighting some monster, a theme that hadn't been present since I was, well, 12 years old. I seemed to have god powers in the dream as well, and the fight is heavily one-sided. I feel a sense of deep empowerment and relief as I slice up the enemy Kingdom Hearts II style, and finishing it off by slicing it with light powers.

      And that is the end of it.



      Dream 02:
      I'm in high school again as I spot my old friend, Ace. It's an awkward introduction at first, since I kind of, let's say, burned a few bridges with her that I'm not proud of. A wave of embarrassment runs down my face, stress sweat, blushing, heating up, you get the idea.

      In the dream she has completely black hair for some reason, and she is wearing a faded dark-grey jacket. She always seems to dye her hair (Even when I knew her way back when) so I didn't really catch on and do a reality check. Anyway, I start talking to her. She's still her usual chipper and weird self, and she kind of doesn't really care that I had burned bridges with her. Though her proportions have changed (AKA her butt was bigger for some reason).

      I begin to wonder "Why am I still so worked up about it after all these years?" but brush that aside to continue having a conversation with her. We were at the cafeteria, but for some odd reason the lunch ladies and food aren't there. They always seemed to have a habit of setting up after the students got there anyhow.


      NOTES:

      1. The whole theme of fighting god monsters and reuniting with old friends is quite weird all things considered. These are all things that have never happened to me in recent years, due in part to me having wanted to forget about them. Maybe my subconsciousness is trying to tell me something here.

      2. This is the 5th dream in a row where I was in some kind of foreign or fantastical environment. Being in my room used to be one of my biggest reality checks and now I'm barely even inside my house in dreams anymore. Perhaps I'm getting slightly more detached from reality? Could be.
    11. Knees Weak, Arms Not Heavy, and Vomiting Up Mom's Spaghetti

      by , 12-14-2017 at 04:00 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 6:00 AM

      Fell back asleep at: 6:00 AM

      Woke up,again, at: 7:00 AM




      Nightmare:

      I'm in my room, reading notes on this particular bug that, if ingested, could cause a slow and painful death. The scientists shown on the paper are Albert Einstein and Michio Kako for some reason, though both aren't exactly biologists. They both have opposing viewpoints: With Einstein's being grim and Kako's being optimistic.

      I'm drinking out of a cup of water and there I eat it. I accidentally swallowed the nightmarish bug, causing my body to slowly go limp. I inch out of my bedroom and make my way over to the restroom. I can barely stand on my own two feet, and slowly approaching death's bed.

      I look in the mirror, a foggy one. The whole room was humid. Someone probably took a shower before me. Anyway, I wipe off the fog from the mirror and see myself, barely keeping my head up above the sink, with droopy eyelids that show the tissue behind them.

      Then I wake up.


      NOTES:

      1. A very vivid dream. I remember waking up with a sense of dread today and it took a few hours for it to wear off.
    12. Annoying Classmates

      by , 12-09-2017 at 01:25 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 1:00 AM

      Woke up at: 5:00 AM




      Dream:

      I'm in my Chemistry class. My teacher is sitting at his computer, you'll find out what that entails in a second.

      My old friend-turned-acquaintance JJ is sitting to my right, incessantly complaining about....something. He's alsonot doing the assignment at hand, instead making one of those paper fortune-telling things. He directs his ire over to the teacher and doesn't. Shut. UP.


      I HAVE to tell him something.


      I tell him something along the lines of "Dude, shut the hell up. That's the FIFTH fucking time you said that. Be quiet, show some respect, and do your freaking work." Oddly enough, the class doesn't respond, but he sure does. He says something like, "How can I respect a teacher that can't freaking teach? Playin' games n' shit, damn..." See, in real life, my Chemistry teacher is, well, kind of a shy, bumbling newbie. During the course of his time at the school, everybody's been giving him crap. This carried over quite spectacularly into the dream.


      Anyway, this sent me over the edge, but I know better than to act on emotion or instinct. I tell him, "It doesn't matter. He's the teacher, you're the student, so let him teach."


      And just after I say that, my brother walks inside the classroom and hands me some car keys. I don't know exactly why he did this, and the dream ended shortly after that, but that wasn't what was important.


      NOTES:

      1. The same thing happened today during class. My classmates were actively taunting the teacher, one of them got especially unreasonable, and I told her off. No, I didn't cuss to such an extent as here. God, they're annoying.... Er, sorry, rant mode.

      2. I think this is one of the few times I ever completely acted like myself in the dream. To be honest, this dream was kind of therapeutic. I don't even know if I was lucid or not, it was that accurate.

      Updated 12-09-2017 at 02:08 PM by 93490

      Categories
      side notes , non-lucid , memorable
    13. Another Zombie Apocalypse Dream

      by , 11-26-2017 at 11:08 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Prelude:

      Okay, so I had just rescued two new puppies about a few days ago. Yeah, sure, they're adorable and all that, but I don't think my mind has gotten used to them apparently. They pee and poop just around every square foot of my house in between when I take them outside to relieve themselves (Which is one every hour or two), and that stress of having to clean up after them directly ties into the dreams I've been having. Interesting stuff indeed.


      Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM


      Woke up at: 10:00 AM




      NIGHTMARE


      I'm at a house in the countryside. The sky is red and the clouds are black, indicating a sunset. Me and some people I know take refuge in the first floor of the building. The second floor is filled to the brim with bats, so we can't go there. I don't exactly know what happened while I was there, but I begin to have a flashback to when the apocalypse first began.

      It started during a normal school day. The flashback starts off with me and my friend, Eloy, running through the halls with a bunch of other panicked schoolkids. We discuss where or what class we should hole up in. I'm on my way to my Biology teacher, and he's on his way somewhere else. Funnily enough I was also moving in a chair with wheels while this is happening.

      I lose track of Eloy, and I'm stuck, alone, in a barren hallway. I lost my way and I cannot find my Biology teacher. Immediately I start bolting it, running away as fast as I can from the hordes of zombies headed my way. I have never run so fast in my entire life.

      "The past is dead, your fate is sealed."

      Music plays in my head, highlighting the intense situation I am placed in. It sounds like the Biolizard theme from SA2 but with rewritten lyrics (That quote above is from that dream song).

      I find the employee break room. There are a bunch of distressed, depressed teachers who have given up on survival and are waiting it out. I look through a box of appliances. I try looking for a knife to stab any zombies in the head in case one ever came by.

      Instead I find a pizza cutter and some cookie cutters.

      The dream ends not long after that, but I distinctly remember recalling my previous nightmare and how I couldn't punch or fight properly in that dream. It's possible I could have been on the cusp of lucidity.

      Updated 11-26-2017 at 07:45 PM by 93490

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    14. Morte hominis

      by , 11-23-2017 at 12:08 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 1:00 PM

      Woke up at: 3:00 PM



      NIGHTMARE


      The dream starts off with me and my family driving home. It's a bright, sunny day, nothing could go wrong, could it? Then all of a sudden my brother screams in terror. "It's a giant hand!!" He says. I look around for a couple seconds and see a huge, white hand pick up a car and crush it in its hands. It then seems to pummel the ground before it, sending us all into a deep panic.

      "This is it, this is the end. No. No, no, no, no, no, this can't be real!" I think to myself, utterly frozen as to what's going on.

      My mother swerves into another lane, cutting through some grass and to a less crowded lane. My mom floors it, but not before a strange, oddly polygonal being floats in with a plume of dust surrounding it. I don't quite remember what it did, but it killed more people in the dream. It was oddly ethereal in appearance.

      But, due to all the surrounding chaos, my mom crashes the car into a large rock. Flames erupt around us, and the polygonal monster is back, surrounding us in a dust devil. A large, slimy monster with a million eyes starts trying to bust into our car, towards my mother and sister. I think, "Maybe this is a dream! Monsters, you have no power over me!", but to no avail. This slimy, green monster with a million eyes starts closing in on me and my family.

      In a feat of rage, fright, and courage, I decide to kill it with my own two hands. I try punching it, but my punches felt weak, as if something were holding me down. I then do the most logical thing, and try gouging its eyes out. It's a disgusting display, but I wrap my hands around one of its eyes and smoosh it out of existence. I yell right in front of it as I try to inflict massive damage on this giant enemy slime.

      Then the dream ended. It--it felt so REAL! As if I were to die at any moment! It was quite surreal, and I was more than ecstatic to have woken up and to be reminded it was all just a bad dream.


      NOTES

      1. This was my first nightmare I've had in months. Maybe stress? I mean, I did think the supervolcano erupted today (Don't worry, people were just burning sugarcane behind my house).

      2. I remember my arms felt weak during my "fight" with the Blogg (That's what I'm calling it). Another tell-tale dream sign to many people.

      3. I think I tried to get lucid, but due to the monsters overriding my power I wasn't able to get very far.
    15. REM Rebound

      by , 11-19-2017 at 05:54 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

      Woke up at: 5:00 AM

      Fell asleep again at: 6:00 AM

      Woke up AGAIN at: 10:00 AM



      Old Macdonald Had A Farm

      I remember I'm on the farm in my backyard. I'm sitting inside the fence that blocks the outside perimeter of the farm, yet in the waking world there's no fence to speak of. I think I remember taunting and messing with some of my friends and acquaintances inside the farm who, again, aren't even farmers and don't correlate to my real world understanding of them.

      I think I remember talking to a couple of my friends in the farm, but I'm drawing a blank. Then someone I know (Let's call her Carla) comes up to me and...sits on me. Uh huh. She's trying to sit down it seems, but she's really clumsy at doing so. I see up her shirt, and she's oddly chubby compared to real life.

      I scoot over so that she may sit down, and two more friends (An effeminate male named David and someone else I forgot) sit down with her. I don't bother talking with them, as I was... Well, too "flustered" to have a normal conversation after that.



      Damn Dirty Apes


      This dream I don't remember that well. It turns out I own a whole bunch of little monster things and I had to raise them akin to a pet. I hurriedly run around the house looking for something for them to eat, and I eventually find a book that covers just that.

      I open the book, it's a yellow hardcover book with instructions on how to raise those little cretins. As I read find the 'Creatures' Diet' page. Turns out they eat glitter. In disbelief, I read on, not fully convinced anything can eat glitter. As I do so however, one of the gorilla-like monsters escapes. I cower in fear, scared of the possibility of the ape coming back to, I don't know, kill me or something.

      I go to one of the windows and find an orangutan just chilling there. Suddenly it gets pulled away by a large black ape, and my panicked state increases ever more. I hide behind a couch by another set of windows. Suddenly the ape escapes the premises, and I read the cookbook again. The ingredients for monster food are as such:

      Bananas

      Lemons

      Flour

      Water


      Mix these up and cook em' like a pancake and BAM! Monster food. Probably doesn't taste very good though.


      SIDE NOTES


      1. I had watched a lucid dreaming subliminal video not long before I went to sleep. So that might've had an effect on the vividness of these dreams or their premises in general.

      2. This is the first time I've been able to recall a dream in days, so progress i definitely being made.

      Updated 11-19-2017 at 06:01 PM by 93490

      Categories
      non-lucid , side notes
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