Noctemocity

83. Hunted with a pack of wild dogs, we were not quite wolves. We charged through field and forest to kill and devour anything in our path. The hunting felt vengeful and gluttonous.

84. Delayed recall. Was in a therapy group with my mother. We discussed fears, joys, sorrows, and lastly sex. My mother looked extremely uncomfortable with the topic. When it came my turn to speak, I considered my mother's very obvious discomfort and asked if she might want to leave. She said no. So I told all that I thought needed telling. The group grilled me afterward.

Fragment - In an old abandoned building, admiring it.

Back to journalling online. I have much better recall and brushes with lucidity when (even slightly) interacting with other dreamers. Look out lucidverse, here comes dreambent me.