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First dream

I was in deep woods, it was evening and it was getting dark. I was a witcher, with my dog we were wandering around the forest in search of a strange beast. We took a few turns, dog tried to track it by scent but it could feel it all over the forest. Suddenly I saw a small glade with circle of stones, all in enormous spider webs. I told to dog that it should wait and it sat on the ground, then went to the circle. Each rock in the circle had a plaque with symbol, I pushed the one from which I thought I should begin, and mysterious arcs of energy surrounded the circle. I had to push the plaques in right order to face the beast. When I pushed the last plaque, the dream ended.

Second dream

I was in my house, in the kitchen. Father asked me if I could cook something for him, for a dinner. Older sister showed me where are potatoes and meatloaf left after dinner, so I took a frying pan, placed meatloaf on it and sliced some potatoes on the pan. Then I turned on the gas. It burst out and exploded, nearly blowing my hand off. My hand pained badly, but looking at it I saw that nothing happened to my hand.

Attempted WBTB - failed.

Third dream

I was in an abandoned manor. There was some eldritch abomination wandering around. I had to find a way into it's home dimension and cut it off of it's power source, but I decided to face the beast and attack. It was a dark green monster with tentacles. I was bashing and punching it wildly, not giving even slight chance of counterattack or retaliation. After a while the abomination that was supposed to be immortal have fallen dead. With my hands I opened portal above it's body and entered the dark realm. Then I saw Cthulhu, moving closer and closer towards me.

Firefighters, frying

I have joined forces of firefighters as a citizen duty. I went to an old, abandoned industrial building where for some reasons our base was placed. We haven't done anything but talk about how it all works, as it was the first day of my squad on duty.

Suddenly we've got a call that something is going on in nearby area. We ran a long stairway, and checked the area. Except a weird, frightened woman running away from strange man we haven't noticed anything - and I was the only person to see them. We ran back down, and talked about a big ceremony. We had to place a flag atop a huge flag pole.

Then my duty ended, and I went to my second job. I was a frying man in local restaurant. I had to fry, while the inspector looked at every of my moves. I fried everything they gave me, and tried to use my technique as best as I can. The inspector wasn't impressed.

I was trying to make breakfast. I was standing in front of a kitchen island with a stove range with at least nine burners, maybe twelve, frying up slices of some sort of eggy loaf and making pancakes from a batter that appeared to contain whole grains of barley. Periodically I would go from there to the refrigerator, where I was checking on a large glass jar of liquid in which I was somehow (the logistics don't make much sense in retrospect) attempting to make a complicated frozen cube that contained a whole strawberry and some kind of alcohol.

After going back to the stove, I noticed that the things in the frying pan were on the verge of burning even though the heat was set to medium-low. What confused me even more was that the surface of the pancake batter appeared to be burning as well, though it was still in the bowl. I figured the latter must be an effect of oxidation, contact with the air, and mixed it up some more.

I checked on the refrigerator again and saw that at least my big strawberry ice cube was freezing properly, because it looked visibly white and opaque within the liquid. As I watched, it floated up and popped to the surface, but fortunately there was enough extra room at the top of the jar that it did not splash out and make a mess.

I went back to the stove... but now the arrangement had changed. Where was my frying pan? Had someone come and moved it? Now an empty ceramic baking dish was sitting on the hot burner! That wasn't good, they're not supposed to be used that way! I hastily moved it, and although I was concerned that the cookie tray I set it on might be cold enough to make it crack from the heat difference, I couldn't spot a better place to put it. The stove was crowded with pans and dishes, none where I had left them, and I wasn't sure what had become of the food I was frying just a moment earlier.

Who had come and re-arranged everything? My breakfast was going to be ruined! None of this made any sense! In desperate frustration I wailed aloud, "What the hell is going on here? What could it be? I don't understand!" But instead of recognizing the inconsistency as a clear dream sign, I woke up with those words still ringing in my head.