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I'm with my daughter (little) looking at a field of people, some will be turning into zombies and we will have to hunt them. She asks which ones will change and I start to say that it will be easy to tell until I realise they look the same as the people bringing them there. We walk across the field and find a coach full of young city people who have come down for the event, their intentions are dubious.

We have had some new music and my wife is desperate to have it, sounds bit like Bowie maybe. It's on vinyl but they want £124 for it. We try to copy it but there is a loud background hiss, also the recording keeps being interrupted by various issues.

Inside our new apartment I look over at the neighbours, the place is very modern and the neighbour seems to be repairing appliances in his front room.

I had this really stressful morning where I wasn't really sleeping but I definitely wasn't fully awake, my mind was racing around a bunch of topics and it almost seemed like there were other people in my mind with me like in a conversation.

The one thing I really remember is I was sitting somewhere and I had an Enactus shirt on. Someone comes up to me and points it out asking if I'm in Enactus. Then, they tell me that they are in Enactus too.

Day 32:

Fell asleep at: 1:00 AM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 36: Blank

No luck. Despite my involvement in the Spring comp., I came out of this with little to no recollection of my dreams. Maybe I'll get it next time.


Day 33:

Fell asleep at: 11:30 PM

Woke up at: 6:30 AM


Dream 37: No Luck.

Nothing. I was so pumped up for an LD last night, but I came out with nothing to show for it. Not a single dreamlet, fragment, or full-on dream. It'd be kinda hard to say I'm not disappointed with myself for that.

I'm planning on fixing this by being more observant of my surroundings. Not necessarily ADA, but something close. I find it easier to have an LD when it feels like I'm really 'IN' the dream itself, as if my regular thought patterns are implanted in non LDs. I once got to a point where my dreams were too good to write out in their entirety, so this'll be a cinch.

I really need to get on the ball soon. Can't procrastinate with something like this.

-1-I was on a tall, snowy mountain in a game. I chose to play as Ganondorf, despite his slow running speed. I slid back down the hill a lot, but I eventually made it to a plateau with trees, where I could rest and halfway refill my stamina bar with 2 potions. Here, I encountered 2 Lizalfos. They were firing guns at me, so I had to run up the mountain some more. Later, I made it, or rather, Slippy made it to the base that took up the remaining peak. I grabbed an empty dumpster and put it back. It didn't serve any purpose. Then, I sat down behind a sign and got a call from Colonel Roy Campbell. I don't remember anything he said. Next, I encountered 2 more guards on this open balcony, so I shot them with my stun gun and aimed at a control console with energetic blasts, which diminished their personal shields and eventually their health. When they died (separately), they went poof and disappeared.

I entered the base. I stealthily walked down the hall towards the end. After I entered the final room, I recognized it. I had been here once before and had gotten caught. This time, I left through the window on the far side, but ended up in a cage. This cage belonged to a black widow character that ate people alive. I quickly climbed out the next window. Finally back outside, the surroundings were lush, sunny, and warm. The deadly, part-human character was not there that time. Also, I forgot that my original mission was to climb to the top of the mountain.
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I was inside a house with 4 TVs in the same room. The power button on one of them turned all of them on somehow.

-2-A public setting with multiple HDTVs. Once I set up a multiplayer game (as opposed to the several single-player games already being played), ~30 people out of the 60 in the room stood up to play.

Created Monday 19 March 2018

Slept too late to get much done, not that I was concentrating as much as I should've...

Scrap Group 1
Living in a haunted locale, a large apartment suite or a one story house. Various mythical spirits were there, including the freybug, which was said to be spawned by the ghost of a dead criminal.

At home. I scoop up whateer remained of the peanut butter. My younger brother wasn't too happy about that.

Sonic related dream. The lead character chases an enormous train, of which housed the entire Carnival Night Zone.

WBTB attempt, but it was a bit late to get result. It took a while before I gave up and called it a day.

I was with some other people, being assaulted by what I assume were violent criminals. We were forced to run. I ran past a military checkpoint, where two armed soldiers (women?) tried to stop us at gunpoint. I was terrified enough by the people behind us not to care. These chicks couldn't possibly do anything to me the criminals hadn't already done (not sure what that was).

I was in a city, and a tidal wave was moving through the streets, washing away cars and people. People were desperately trying to get into buildings (skyscrapers) to escape before the wave got there. I moved through the crowd and got to the front door of one of the skyscrapers. I rang the doorbell. Some people told me not to bother. The door opened, though, and I moved through. Two people followed me inside. I lived in that building. On the 9th floor? I briefly wondered if letting these people inside was a good idea. It was every man for himself out there. We took the elevator up, to my apartment.

I vaguely remember floating (not sure if it was in water or on air) with a girl holding on to me. We were both weightless. We were going somewhere. I remember having feelings for the girl, and loving having her so close to me. I felt happy.

I had a lucid today. I was barely lucid , I wanted to go outside. So I floated out the windows, actually did that twice or thrice, because I kept falsely awakening. It was a nice swift feeling when I've noclipped through the windows.
I also blinked on clocks, they switched their numbers once then stopped. Dream seemed to be pretty stable.

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I was playing a rpg game and had bought a house called "Yuna's Home"according to the dream. I didn't know where to put it as I crossed the water with my small rpg character so I kept moving on. Suddenly a voice of a guy appeared and said that he played the game before and didn't want to go by the normal route, but that he would just do it anyways. He put the house on the water.

I than remembered that I had one of the character's dead and had to revive him. The guy than went to the character menu, clicked the dark skinned, blue armored guy and revived him. He apparently was strong and at lvl 10 with electric power. His audience cheered him on in the background. I felt annoyed that he was doing everything for me and apparently better.

Next thing I know the dream shifted and I was trying to materialize something. I eventually asked myself why i was trying to do such a thing. A dc than showed up and i left the room to do a task but i forgot what happened.

Had a dream that Marge Simpson ran off and joined an Oceans Eleven style heist team. One member of the team was a dashing pirate, and she started a fling with him. Homer tracked her down, kids in tow, and she wanted nothing to do with him.

In this dream, my neighbors from across the street were moving. I went upstairs and did a reality check. I then gained lucidity and told my uncle about it, and he said that I was in real life. After doing the reality check, I lost the ability to do it again and eventually I lost lucidity.

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Dreams:

I was on a train. That's about all I can recall.

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S had taken me to a star wars con. I was in an OTD parking lot with fog and OTDDCs. Some were unlocking these very large models from the backs of their trucks and unloading them into this wheeled palette. One was one of those revenge of the sith star destroyers (Venator?). But there were like 8 slots where the large turrets were. 8 small children painted their faces gray and got into the slots wearing these hats that looked like the turrets.

The DCs then started fighting with another group of DCs who had also made a large model of a ship. This one I did not remember being in star wars. It was gold in color and looked like a huge hammer/axe with a big front part and a long narrow back part. They got into an argument with the star wars DCs and started talking about some space battle where everyone got these new upgraded shields but still had the standard weapons and the entire battle was resolved by all of the ships on both sides ramming into one another. The argument crescendoed when people rammed the two wheeled carts together causing damage to both ship models. The star destroyer with the kid's heads as turrets fell off it's cart and all of the children started crying. One of the older and more mature members of the group who hadn't been involved in the argument started trying to get the kids out.

We then went into the convention. Alls I remember was that everything was egregiously expensive. Someone cited that a bottled water was 15 dollars.

Meditiation: 50.15A (morning)

RCS: 3 (documented)

Dreams from March 18 to 19, 2018

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Round 1 of Dreams: Beast Wars, Blue Potato and More!

I couldn’t get all details from the first round of dreams, but here is what I did get.

There are some parts with Beast Wars. In one part, it seems Megatron will be taken to court. There is a hill there. In another part, the Maximals are outside Earth’s Orbit. The dream shows a yellow space ship thing which looks like Cheetor’s. It is like an oval. Cheetor’s gun is supposed to go into it to complete it so it can return to Earth. Optimus is mad at Cheetor because he can’t complete the space ship. Maybe something bad is happening to Earth because of this.

There is a guy on a cafeteria line. It is all stainless steel. The guy is having a huge blue potato cooked. The chef is poking it with a fork. They are saying how it is for his dietary plan. I am unaware it is a dream, but I question this.

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LD: Computer Virus, Stuck on a Wall, Wait… I *AM* Dreaming?!

I forgot the beginning of these dreams but here is where my memory begins.

I am at this new apartment. I have to pay the rent. I keep telling the people I need another day. This goes on for what seems like 3 days. I am expecting my Dad to mail me cash for the rent. My mail is delivered, but the cash isn’t there. I am suspicious that the people who own the apartment are intercepting the rent money.

There is a part where I am with 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢talking about how we both slept over at 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢 house. But 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢 slept over his mom’s while my apartment is at his Dad’s. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I see my Aunt 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢 and sister. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I skate out of that room and I am in a mall. I am actually on skates. I see 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢 and I think she might like the way I look with my new beard. I go to talk to her. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I keep skating.

In another part, I am trying to sleep. I am close to falling asleep. However, I know it is mid day, and I haven’t paid the rent. I am just really tired from the previous night of sleeplessness (within the dream). I can’t get the idea of paying the rent out of my head. I decide to just call my Dad and ask him about the rent, then quickly go back to trying to nap. However, it doesn’t go that way. I try to call my Dad, and I can’t quite think of his number. I can get the area code but for the first few digits I am trying to figure out of it is 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢 like my old cell phone or what. I am getting really frustrated because I was supposed to be able to do this quickly and go right back to sleep. But now it is keeping me up. After some difficulty with getting my Dad’s number, and my contacts menu not working, this icon of a stoic Einstein kind of face pops up. It looks very stoic and intellectual, as if to say, anger is primitive, or something. This makes me even more mad because they are clearly just dissociated.

I am on my computer, trying to do something. I have some awareness of having lent my computer to someone earlier. What am I trying to do? I click on some things and a bunch of ads come up. The ads seem to pop up all over the windows I am currently on, as if they become a part of the program I am already on. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I think someone must have downloaded something and got a virus. I think of some things I downloaded that might have got me a virus. Well, okay. It will slow me down, but I will just go to Control, Alt, Delete, and run the task manager. Whatever is creating the pop ups will be a simple dot E X E program and I will be able to end the process and uninstall it. So I press Control, Alt, Delete. Also, I do a reality check. I really think it is waking life, though, and I am just doing a reality check to “build the habit” in case it happens in my dream. My finger doesn’t go through, and I am totally sure I am in waking life.

When I press Control, Alt, Delete, the window that comes up is almost metallic. It is way different than what Control, Alt, Delete brings up in Physical Matter Waking Consciousness. I click through and there is something like Window Manager. What do the windows look like? I find where it says Task manager and try to open that. There are all these tabs with bold black text. What happens after that?

It transports me to where I am standing on this big metal screw on a wall. The metal screw or metal rod is kind of rusty. It pokes out of the wall maybe 6 inches, and is thick enough not to bend under my weight. I am really freaked out. I am convinced it is Physical Matter Waking Consciousness, especially due to my finger not going through. I am really high up on the wall, with only this screw to balance on. There is no way to climb up or down. I continue trying to balance. When I look again, there is some ground 20 to 30 feet down. I definitely don’t want to make that jump. No one is around. I reach up again and I can just reach the edge of the top of the wall. I can get my hand on this blue P V C pipe poking up out of the wall, and maybe on another white P V C pipe. There is not enough grip to do a pullup though. What color is the wall? Blue? I just sort of hang there by my finger tips with my foot on the metal rod. Even without the fear of being stuck there, it is just an uncomfortable position.

I wonder if there are people around. I decide to try screaming out for help. At first I think that people will come hurt me or something. Maybe it is a trap. But I decide to try anyway. I scream really loud, like, “Help! I’m stuck here!” What exactly do I say? After a while of that, I get the idea to just jump down. It seems shorter of a fall. I jump down and land just fine. How high is it? 10 to 20 feet? I land just fine. I am relieved to be down from there. I still think I am in Physical Matter Waking Consciousness.

I think it must be a restaurant I am in. There is a door way up to the front of the room. It is brown with glass panels. It is like a door, a little coat room, and another door. Before I go to it, I notice a bunch of note books on the table. When I look, they are my personal journals, or dream versions of them. I think they are my actual journals and I want to hide them before I leave, so no one reads my private journals. They are titled “guitar memos” in hand writing. Different color covers on spiral note books. I can see some cursive writing in thick green marker in one of them, and other colors in others. It reminds me of my dialogue journals. Some of the covers are ripped. I gather them up and more appear. One appears on the seat. Once I can get them all, I bring them over to this cabinet. The cabinet looks to be in use, but I figure the journals are safer there, than out in the open. I cram them into the cabinet and plan to come back for them later.

Without taking any longer, I run to the front door. I almost expect it to be locked. It turns out to be easy to open, and I get out into the street. What time of day is it? Day or Night? I run left as I exit the door, and hear some people in the building across talking about how someone’s business plan won’t work. What exactly are they saying? I slide down this slippery red velvet carpet, which is kind of fun. When I stop sliding, I kick off and slide some more.

Somewhere in there, I realize I am dreaming. What triggers the lucidity? Just a gradual realization? Once I know it’s a dream, I run and fly. I fly up to a roof. I think it is somewhat light out at this point. There are some people on the roof. I interact with them a little bit. Is there a dog? What else happens before I wake up? I wake up and think through the dreams, pretty amazed at that adventure.

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Round 3 of Dreams: The Importance of the second Reality Check & Reconciliation with Uncle

A lot of beginning parts are missing from my memory, and parts intermittently. I will just write what I do now.

There is definitely a part where I gain lucidity and then lose it again throughout the dream. What happens in that part?

Where my memory starts more clearly, I am in a movie theater. Then I fall asleep. Within the dream, I dream of being in a kitchen. There is some food on the stove. The flame goes really high. Something makes me think it’s a dream, so I finger palm test. Instead of going through, it just feels like I am touching my bones. But because my finger doesn’t come out the other side, I conclude it is Physical Matter Waking Consciousness. There is some water almost boiling. I am listening to something on my phone through the headset. I try the other finger through the other hand and that won’t go through either. Something makes me try a nose pinch breathe. As I walk away from the kitchen, I see some lights on some buildings. I feel my fingers pressing my nostrils shut, and yet, air passes through. Wow! I am dreaming! I am so glad I did that second reality check.

I want to take a bite of this big dessert food that’s there, and change the audio on my head set. Then I am like, maybe the audio that’s already on is fine. I take a bite of the dessert food and maybe some red bacon bits that are there. The kitchen is kind of dim the whole time. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢The dream within the dream ends and I “wake back up” in the movie theater.

On the movie screen, a human cartoon and a Snoopy the dog type of cartoon are eating bacon bits. To my sister, who is at the movie with me, I am like, wow! I can’t believe they are eating bacon bits in this movie! I just dreamed about that! The screen shows the people eating bacon bits but then I can see the bacon bits inside their head. They human and dog go around in the movie world and come to another creature. What kind of creature is it? One of them spits out some bacon bits into a thin sheet of paper kind of shape and trades it with the creature. Then they go on.

In the next part I am running from some people. There is something where a pudgy baby is involved. They are like make sure to give the baby not too much or not to little of something. There is a quiet tan woman who demonstrates how to sleep on your side. She is saying to put one leg on top of the other, not one off a little in front of or in back of the other. They are saying this way its not uncomfortable. She demonstrates it on some kind of couch. What happens next?

Next thing I remember is I wake up in this room at my Nana’s. I talk out loud. Am I recording a dream? Anyway, I notice the door to my room is open. I am embarrassed and worried that people outside my room heard what I was saying.

夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I am looking at a T V screen. My Uncle, who is downstairs, is getting a call from a 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢number. My Uncle is mad because that guy shouldn’t be calling the house, the guy should be using his cell phone. He is saying how that guy doesn’t even have the land line number for my Nana’s house.

Then Uncle 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢comes in my room without a lot of regard for my personal space. It is like because I am a guest there, he doesn’t respect my space. He sits at a desk with a phone and a big stack of money. He is complaining that his girlfriend needs more money. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I am like you know 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢is right there and you shouldn’t expose her to that stuff. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢is like, “Oh, no, they’re fighting.” I am like, you know, its bad enough you smoke and drink in front of her, and set that bad of an example, but now you are exposing her to all this bad stuff you are saying. I am really mad, and not holding back. I am aware of my harsh tone, and intentionally continue with it, so my point is known. After some time of my scolding, 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢are both crying. I am thinking to myself, well, too bad, it is true! My Uncle stands up and is crying. He stands on the bed and his face is behind some kind of support beam.

He starts to explain why he has so many issues. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢Then I say something like, yeah, I guess 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢really does affect you guys a lot. What else do we say to each other? I am seeing some shadows on the wall.

I remember thinking that even though he wasn’t attacking me up front, he could come out of nowhere and attack me, any time.

But overall I think this was a really significant dream because I have always fought with Uncle 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢in my dreams. This was not a lucid dream, just a regular or unconscious dream. In some ways I think that makes it even cooler, because it happened on its own. However, I did wonder If it was a dream at one point, while yelling at Uncle 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢But I just convinced myself it wasn’t.

Plant Dream

another dream I remember I have these plants and I'm trying to plant them and it goes with this song that you plant them along with a saw like comes with the plant and there's something with like honey in the planters and like singing I'm singing a song along with the planters but then I'm like I don't know like I don't want any wants to hear this I hear some parts um-hmm

More Uncle Stuff

There was another dream where I was drawing something. What was I drawing? My uncle reached over my shoulder and put a pencil drawing of a spiky monster kind of thing in front of me. I was like, cool, thanks, that’s great. (I saw that as more dreams of getting along better with my Uncle.)

There was another part with my Aunt saying something about having a job where I don’t need to wear my retainer all the time. Like, you could take a day off wearing your teeth. Luckily, there’s a lot of chlorine in the food.

There was a part where I was in a bedroom. The sheets on the bed were grey. I was thinking about this religion where they would beat the crap out of me so I would feel sorry, and then give me forgiveness. I was considering going, then I was like, no, I don’t need the crap beaten out of me. There was a square of sun coming in through the window. I had a recliner chair I wanted to sit in and write. But it was like I had just gotten up and gone to the bathroom, and I wasn’t sure if I should lay down and breathe, or sit up to write, while having breakfast. The idea was that I had the morning and early afternoon to watch a show, do my writing and get some food. Then I had work from the afternoon into the evening, like a restaurant shift. I was trying to get the back of the recliner chair up against the wall. At the store, I needed chicken and/or eggs. I was thinking it would be under a dollar a pound.

There was this other part where I was in the local food store and it was only open seven more minutes. I had on a black ski mask and my orange glasses, but not to rob the place. It was something else. Why did I have that on? There was a bunch of cold medicine on this one shelf. I was looking at it, thinking it sounds like a bad idea. There were like 8 different boxes. I made a joke to the store manager about being there to rob something, but it was a joke. One of the cold medicine boxes said cheap energy. There was a doctor in the store. The doctor’s advice was, “You need to go to sleep.”

Then I was walking down the side walk with these women from the store. I was like, yeah, the doctor is right. I need more sleep. The women were like, yeah, you’re always sleep deprived. So I was like, yeah, but not because I stay up all night on the computer. It’s just the trauma. I think that was a significant insight. I already knew it intellectually but experiencing that conversation in the dream might have helped.

There was another thing where we were walking through my neighborhood. There was this idea of how a person needs to make sure they are working with the trauma effectively. There was a counselor guy who lived on one of the side streets I was working with. I felt triumphant about working with my trauma effectively.
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Had some crazy good dreams last night, and for the first time I became lucid using actual logic and also became lucid again in a false awakening!
Also met my Anima again, twice!

1.
I can't remember exactly how this dream started, but I decided that I was dreaming, spontaneously. I then "woke up", into a false awakening. I immediately became suspicious about whether I was actually awake or not, and did the nose RC. It kind of worked, i could barely breathe through it. I had a look around the room and thought "Right, where am I? How did I get here?" And realised I was probably still dreaming. I looked at my right hand, and watched as my four fingers morphed into five. Definitely dreaming, then.

I ran towards a window and jumped out of it, flying outside. I was in some sort of alien city at night time. The sky was a hazy reddish-purple. There were strange robots and ships in the sky. I moved up or down depending on how I angled my head, but had to flap my arms once or twice to start going back up again.

2.
I was in some strange hotel-like place. There was a girl there who I started a relationship with. She wanted to meet me outside in half an hour so we could go for a night-time walk in the forest. She went for a shower and I went to my room to brush my teeth. To get there, I had to lift up a slate at the bottom of a wall, and crawl under it through a small crawlspace to get to my room. I began struggling to breathe, and when I got to my room I sadly decided I'd have to cancel meeting the girl outside because I couldn't breathe properly.

3.
This seems to have followed on from dream 2. I was suddenly on what appeared to be the moon. I had some friends with me along with the girl from dream 2. There were various kinds of spaceships around us. Other people were there, they owned the spaceships.
I became bored as there seemed to be nothing to do here. I started shouting at my companions, asking them why the f*** we got ourselves stranded on some backwater moon. They informed me that it was all my idea, because I was bored with the hotel.
Makes sense. Don't like your hotel? Leave the planet.
I walked off with my "girlfriend", and started talking to her about stuff. I remembered my last dream and became lucid, but decided to just go with the flow because I liked this girl. As we walked, it became clear that only one part of the planet was like "the moon"- we found a small town or city, that I can only describe as looking Japanese. Modern Japanese, very urban but just not Western-looking at all.
I enjoyed talking to the girl and found there was something familiar about her.


I only realised what was so familiar after I woke up. This girl was my "Anima", or inner feminine spirit, however you call it. I realised that in one of my recent lucid dreams, I had summoned her and asked her to start appearing to me in my dreams more often and to help me maintain lucidity.

3. In this dream, I had a young son- supposedly one year old, but really he acted and looked more like 4 or 5. I didn't realise at the time, but he looked IDENTICAL to how I looked as a toddler, and we got on very well. He listened to everything I had to say and seemed to be in awe of me. I now think that this boy was representing my inner child, a younger version of me that I don't give enough attention to in my adulthood.

Dream 1. Possibly lucid.

I wasn’t sure if I was lucid, but I tried to find my nightmare and I looked around my house. I look in my brothers room and I notice how the room looked weird, like there was a wall sticking out to make his room into 2 smaller rooms. It felt vivid. I started calling out the nightmare and tried to spawn it. I run around the house looking for the nightmare to show up. I remember being in the office falling down while it yelled like I was falling from the sky and it elbow dropped me or stabbed me in the back. I wake up. It felt real, but I don't remember recognizing anything weird in the dream or remember doing a reality check.

Fragment 1.
I go to a store and see a small stack of VHS tapes on a metal rack shelf. One was light blue, so I assumed it was Sonic The Movie.

Fragment 2.
I go and look for a affordable restaurant.

Dream 2.
I end up wearing a backpack and fly around a mall and I try to get people interested in my new invention to impress everyone so they are proud and to increase customers. I go into a building where I am in a small hallway and someone dares me to spin with the flying backpack and flying shoes and I say I can spin 100 times in under a minute or maybe I boasted that I could. I start doing back-flips or front flips over and over again and almost bump into a exit sign or someone else.

Fragment 3.
I chat on a Reddit or Discord with the white theme and start shit posting. I then chat like a terrorist, but then I get a bunch of red text like I got in trouble from Reddit or maybe the FBI got upset. I feel bad about posting in the dream like I made a huge mistake.