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So I had a really terrible dream and a really great dream.
Terrible dream:
My mom was making me get up really early. Seriously, that was the entire dream. It sucked. I was really unhappy.
Then I actually woke up because my alarm started going off, and I was like "AAAGh! This is just like my dream!" But it was actually way better than the dream because I didn't have to stay up for more than like a minute.
Then I went back to bed and my next dream was sweet. I was at a super-sketchy ramshackle house with a bunch of family, some of whom don't really exist. One of the non-existent ones was an adolescent who for whatever reason felt a need to reach under a bathroom stall door while I was trying to pee, and the stall was really really small so I was like "Do you want me to pee on your hand? Do you WANT me to???" Then he went away and we were running around doing things that I don't think I even understood. And at some point, maybe the beginning of the dream and maybe not, I found myself trapped/hiding under something like a long, skinny circus tent that was lying flat over some train tracks. And I was trying to find a way out because it was tied down on the side of the tracks. There were snails and worms in the sand, and I could see clear as day despite being covered with this thick plastic. And as I was crawling around the tracks, I realized there were people outside the cover that might realize I was there, and I wanted to hide, so I'd stay still a little. But they left, I moved again, and I realized the track was arching really sharply, and must actually be a rollercoaster. Then I was in some kind of small carnival ride, and found my way out.
I was with a bunch of family and friends, running around doing things that didn't make sense. And then the larger portion of them that I had just touched and told to do something all turned into my vampire-werewolf minions, and I was one too. But then there were two people left whom I didn't do this to, but they were vampire-types too, and we started fighting. But as is often the case in dreams, I wasn't completely capable of doing the things I wanted to, so I didn't actually fight, I started flying, which I had been doing tons throughout the dream, and that functioned exactly like swimming. Basically I would just do my version of a backstroke, and I'd fly. (A scissor-kick combined with snapping both arms to my sides.) And so I back-stroked through some clouds, then I had to get up for real again.
Terrible dream:
My mom was making me get up really early. Seriously, that was the entire dream. It sucked. I was really unhappy.
Then I actually woke up because my alarm started going off, and I was like "AAAGh! This is just like my dream!" But it was actually way better than the dream because I didn't have to stay up for more than like a minute.
Then I went back to bed and my next dream was sweet. I was at a super-sketchy ramshackle house with a bunch of family, some of whom don't really exist. One of the non-existent ones was an adolescent who for whatever reason felt a need to reach under a bathroom stall door while I was trying to pee, and the stall was really really small so I was like "Do you want me to pee on your hand? Do you WANT me to???" Then he went away and we were running around doing things that I don't think I even understood. And at some point, maybe the beginning of the dream and maybe not, I found myself trapped/hiding under something like a long, skinny circus tent that was lying flat over some train tracks. And I was trying to find a way out because it was tied down on the side of the tracks. There were snails and worms in the sand, and I could see clear as day despite being covered with this thick plastic. And as I was crawling around the tracks, I realized there were people outside the cover that might realize I was there, and I wanted to hide, so I'd stay still a little. But they left, I moved again, and I realized the track was arching really sharply, and must actually be a rollercoaster. Then I was in some kind of small carnival ride, and found my way out.
I was with a bunch of family and friends, running around doing things that didn't make sense. And then the larger portion of them that I had just touched and told to do something all turned into my vampire-werewolf minions, and I was one too. But then there were two people left whom I didn't do this to, but they were vampire-types too, and we started fighting. But as is often the case in dreams, I wasn't completely capable of doing the things I wanted to, so I didn't actually fight, I started flying, which I had been doing tons throughout the dream, and that functioned exactly like swimming. Basically I would just do my version of a backstroke, and I'd fly. (A scissor-kick combined with snapping both arms to my sides.) And so I back-stroked through some clouds, then I had to get up for real again.