Hello people! Ive decided that im going to be keeping my dreams on here for safekeeping from now on and so all of you can see the weirdness that is my dreams, I basically just make summaries of them, so I dont go into extreme detail, but anyways, here I go!
Night of April 5th, 2009: God in mechanical form and that girl from lazytown and an evil doctor.
The first thing I remember is a conversation with a doctor of something on my porch, but the porch was on a cliff overlooking the ocean in the morning, making a beautiful reflection of the sun, and he promised me something, but I dont remember what, and then it changed to that girl from lazytown and god in mechanical form hiding in a factory or something between pipes with steam coming out of them, and running and trying to get out of the factory, and then the dream switched over to me being in my house, and hearing some sort of beautiful siren-sounding song, and being lured outside by it, at which point it was night time, and I shut the door behind me and the song stopped, at which point I looked through a window on the bottom of my door that isnt there and seeing something come towards the door, at which point I run back in and all the lights are off, but yet I can see like my vision is a flashlight, but then I run back outside and as I am going around to the back of the house, I am jabbed by some sort of ram or goat with really long spiralling horns and lifted up on them and dropped, then I am bitten by a wolf and then attacked by a wild boar, at which point the dream switches again to the girl from lazytown and god in mechanical form and they are creating a bike out of all sorts of cogs so that it drives like a tank would, but with only 1 conveyor belt propelling it, and they were making it out of a bunch of different cogs being made by gnomes of all sorts of colors coming down through chutes and delivering them, and the cogs were falling out of the bike and then I come back to the scene with the doctor and he betrayed me over something and had an evil smirk on his face and felt proud of himself over something and then I smacked him across the face and woke up feeling flustered and angry at him, and that is the epic novel that was my dream last night
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