Crinkles
Lurker

I had a dream about a live animation foxtrot cartoon that made this really hilarious social commentary joke, but the notes I wrote down this morning are unintelligible. All I can remember besides that is my old preschool's logo with a bright red filter.

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Last night I spent over an hour trying to have a WILD, but wasn't anywhere near falling asleep and got bored of lying still. I tried a WBTB at 4:45 for another hour but nothing! I actually got farther with my nighttime WILD attempt.

A party is being held by my friend at a my neighbor's house, even though the friend doesn't live even remotely close to there. I call him a few minutes before it starts, and he says he's so wasted that he can't drive down there, so the party gets called off.
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As our family is stacking the dishwasher after dinner, my parents find a six pack of various beers and wines in the fridge, and I casually distract their attention from it. I didn't remember placing it there but it's obviously supposed to be mine. As I'm putting away some food, I pick up one of the wine bottles and it's cold and wet with perspiration on the glass.

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Ziplining across the neighborhood with different companions, doing mile long laps a 6 feet above the ground. One of my friends almost breaks her leg when she gets too close to a car. Once we get home, a weird game takes place inside my bedroom with different colored bugs being released that each serve as a different rule that you have to follow. I'm not paying attention and casually squish them as soon as they start crawling towards me. Lastly, a huge cooler of small insects is tipped over and thousands of bugs crawl towards my air vent in the corner of the room. I understand that there will be drastic consequences if one of them reaches the vent, so I frantically try to squish them all.

I'm playing league as lee sin, and have set up my tent at toplane to shut down a ticked off vladimir. We repeatedly kill him, and he cusses up a storm in all chat every time I appear from the river. The dream shifts, and I'm playing runescape in the old wildy circa 2007, with ancients and a zammy book. I have diamond tipped rune bolts and a poisoned ddp in addition to sharks and other pots. I burst down a player in 5 hits, but as I'm collecting the loot get teleblocked. My inven button shifts to the music tab and I can't seem to find it as the mouse cursor won't follow my dream eyes. The pjer has an arma gs and takes me down before I can react. I then respawn in a small cell, with the pjer looking in on me, and crowing about he was the vlad from yesterday.
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I bump into one of my fellow soccer captains at the library, but he doesn't know me and he's HUGE (already tall in real life, but I barely reach his elbow in the dream). He pushes me back and the dream fades as we begin to fight.
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I have a 10 second lucid where I realize something is amiss and ask myself why? Almost reluctantly, as if the answer is obvious but I don't want to realize it, I respond and say "I'm dreaming." As comprehension dawns, I take control of my dream body and take a couple of steps forward, frantically searching for my hand so I can try and stabilize the dream. Unfortunately I get too excited, and the dream fades to black before I can get a glimpse of my surroundings. (So frustrating, I can get too excited and miss out on easy lucids just as often as I have opportunities for them, suggestions if anyone's reading?) I don't remember anything past this lucid snippet, so no way to reintroduce myself into the dream.
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I'm at my grandma's house and she's complaining about arthritis. I take her hand and she screams in a horrible voice.
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My dad has gotten cancer in a terminal stage, and there's much very real crying and emotion as we go together around a small plaza, saying goodbye to our friends and family

I'm in a makeshift department store, crowded to the ceiling with miscellaneous objects. Everything is precariously perched in large piles and has a distinctly run down appearance. Suddenly the ground trembles and the stacks of junk sway dangerously. Around the corner of one of the aisles comes a monstrous, bright red tyrannosaurus rex, it's mouth slobbering drool and it's beady little eyes fixed on me. (This part of the dream becomes hazy and I only remember that the location keeps changing).

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I'm walking on a hill overlooking a lake and Neymar calls for me to pass him the ball. When I do, he turns and punts it out into the middle of the lake.
"Dude! What the hell?!" I yell over to him.
Giving me an apologetic look, he runs down the hill and starts swimming towards the ball. This sequence repeats maybe 4 times, then I don't remember any more dreams.

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The t-rex looked just like the Bloodfen Raptor, I think I've been playing too much hearthstone.

My party is holed up in an expansive wooden mansion. There are 4 of us: A gruff and burly mercenary turned circumstantial ally, a wheezing old man fitting the mentor/teacher niche, a beautiful girl with large blue eyes y yo el protagonista. We've barricaded ourselves inside as a last resort, and are desperately making a plan. We've escaped our shapeless pursuers in the woods and night is falling, but we don't know how long it'll be until they reach us. There's an argument and everyone but the mercenary decides to stay at the mansion for the night. Frustrated, the mercenary storms off. Although the house is huge with a high ceiling, the lights are sparsely placed and serve only to throw long shadows along every surface. I grab the girl's hand and climb up the solid wooden staircase in the foyer, looking for some privacy. We find a small dusty room with a desk and a thick persian rug, and sit down to eat, propping our packs against the desk and lying back onto them. We sit there in companionable silence, and continue holding hands on the rug. I smile at her, and notice how lovely her face is, with delicate features and a brilliant grin.



Suddenly feeling impulsive, I look at her conspiratorially and lead her to the window. Outside, snow is falling softly and I open the frigid metal clasp, letting the window swing outward. I feel the snow drift in, and land lightly in my hair. I glance at the girl, and she's laughing and catching the flakes with her tongue. Suddenly, she starts and points frantically out the window. I turn quickly and the outside world is engulfed in a blindingly bright light that swallows up everything and washes it away.