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DREAMS ARE BACK ONLINE!
It's been awhile since I've been having consistent dreams. I was missing them for like a week, which is bizzare for me. I usually dream every night.
August 10th
report: I fall asleep on a beanbag stressed and with all my bags on. In the morning, my friend comes in with dunkin and gives us all straws. Then, I hear in reality "sorry, couldn't get any straws" right after. What? Trying to figure that one out. Why did I hallucinate being handed a straw before I knew there were no straws? It is not like this is a common occurence.
The rest of the dream I was at a bank. The clerk is talking to the person in line before me which is a man with 1.32 billion dollars and he confirms that he indeed, has that much money. I try to take a dollar out, and she agrues with me over it saying she's not giving me anything. Then, some interesting shapeshifting visuals.
Then for a while, my dreams break again as all the serotonin in my brain needs to recover. August 12th, my brain is dumping serotonin production.
August 13th
I don't know what the fuck this entry says in my notes. I misspelled too many things in my sleepy state. Something about renovating a room and schemeing? I woke up to a phone call, though. My friend got trapped in the sugar sand in the pine barrens and another friend was asking me if I could help at all. I was like no, I need to go to the doctor in a couple hours, and fell back asleep.
I observe I fell asleep and I felt around 40 minutes pass, but when I woke up only 7 minutes had gone by. Due to the phone call I dream of a rescue mission. I remember it vividly, the house we live in is this visually beautiful structure and there's 2 venues on the cross section of the street. I don't live on a cross section though. I end up getting very upset in my dream because I am annoyed and uncomfortable, nobody pays any mind and a ton more people show up and I get very overwhelmed. This is simply a reflection of my mind state at the time. I then realize I'm 3 minutes late for checkin. Which is, not true. My alarm goes off and I get ready for my doctor appointment and I am on time.
August 15th
my note here is "phones, roofs, couches, people"
What I do remember is being in the memory structure of a house and sitting in the bottom bunk of a bed in a very large beautiful living room. The visuals this week are absolutely stunning. One of my first best friends is sitting on the floor and talking to me and tells me his new name, Bennek.
I end up in a 2nd part of this dream. Where the dream takes on more fear and adrenaline. I was in my mom's house and I was trying to turn the stove off after heating something up. I couldn't turn the stove off and I couldn't ask anybody about it without getting yelled at. So for like 10 minutes I'm letting gas out and the dial won't work to turn it off and I am panicking.
August 16th
The dream takes a very bizzare turn. Every scene is very detailed in ways I couldn't record. I am in my mother's house on an island. I'm trying to leave the island and the house turns into different layers and then transforms into boats. It becomes this sort of interactive magical island and the dream follows video game logic. I can transform into different things by writing math equations on the walls. The mountains are in different layers and I go through holes entering different levels which all haves names. There's a final boss who is a very large orange triangle trying to crush me. I transform into a coconut? Though, an avocado would really make more sense. Or maybe a coconut with an avocado shell? Because the giant orange triangle tries to smash me after I transform and he crushes my outer shell revealing a hard seed that damages his pixels. I continue to stab and destroy it while talking to somebody who seems familiar but does not exist in reality...
August 17th
The structures are getting bigger the stories get more elaborate. The whole dream I feel like an asshole. There are two rooms in this big house which are both mine. The first one I am very uncomfortable in, as I'm in a top bunk and very close to the ceiling which is where I slept the majority of my childhood. So I go downstairs to the bigger more comfortable room and two of my friends are sitting in here. I ask them to leave my room so I can use this space to get comfortable. I yelled at them when they refused and eventually they left and I was unhappy.
This could be a reflection of a damaged inner child, as this experience instead was often directed towards me. As I was either trapped on the top bunk or kicked out of my own room. And maybe some guilt about frustration directed towards my beloved friends.
Then I am in a store and I was drinking stuff and putting it back down. After we leave, one of the workers chases us out and then hangs off hte window off our car. I close the window on him and he falls down to the road. I look back and make sure he didn't die and then realize the cat in the car got loose.
I abruptly switch to talking to my good friend in my living room. She tells me she is not just my friend, but she is family.
I was on day 3 of quitting nicotine so I woke up incredibly anxious and going in and out of it.
I end up back in bed having an anxiety attack and pass out a couple times.
I have 2-3 nap visions. The first one I remember, I'm helping set up a very large tent. It's 3 tents that sort of make one very large one. I am sitting on top it trying to keep it balanced. Somebody else is on top of it though, and the balance and gravity shifts drastically. I suddenly feel like I'm falling and startle myself awake. I verbalize that I just felt like I was falling and am breathing eratically.
I pass out again, now in a state of trying to solve my issues in panic. I would like to start a camp fire, that will solve all my issues. I go to find the spot I usually host fires, and try to find the fence. I abruptly realize I am on my childhood stairs going down, and the way down is gated. I can't go anywhere and I don't know how I got here. I wake up again.
August 18th, 2026
I had a dream I was in space and my spaceship came down to earth. My space ship was sinking into the water.
I keep having dreams where I'm in a boat or a house ora ship where I fall and I am half under water. Contrary to the several dreams I've had years passed where I am underwater and drowning.
I climb to the top of this tower multiple times where some friends are, trying to see the eclipse. The sky is completely dark.
I remember a conversation in France about the solar eclipse, spices and the extensive history both of them have. The guy I'm talking to is suppose to be a former teacher of mine. But he just reminds me of John Oliver's character in Community.
Part 2, Me and my best friend are at a random squat in New Jersey. This place doesn't really exist. We both remember being here before and she really doesn't want to be here. I even notice some old art my friend still in my hometown made, that I must've left behind last time I was here. There's a bunch of false memories within this place, of knowing the people here and previous interactions. For a while I'm a room, that mirrors the room I'm currently sleeping in. There are clowns painted on the wall.
I go outside with my friend and someone on a bike, like a christian preacher sort with a camera, comes up and asks to take us somewhere. He takes my bag and leads us to a pier. I pass a bunch of pop-up markets, one set up by the folks at the New Jersey squat that doesn't exist. I seem to have a false memory about going to a show at this place in that moment, and after remembering that, I take my bag from the preacher and go about my buisness.
I enter this half lucid state where another one of my friends keeps crashing his car into the ocean.
Then, I am trying to walk home in the city. There are places being robbed and things to people to avoid, and I think to myself how odd and atypical this is. I am walking down some stairs in this tunnel on the road, and a guy starts harrassing me. I clench onto his fingers with my teeth and it only drags him along with me where he continues harrassing me and makes me very uncomfortable
End of Dream Weekly
