this time I was reading fanfic and humrides of popups opined then resided being closed. this was after the abandoned city full of magical agents.

I dreamed I had to swallow a huge pile of quarters and dimes. it was very hard and it hurt, but I had to do it.

I woke up from a nightmare when squirrel was getting out of bed.

demons aliens were running around, I was in bed with some people curled up under a bullet proof sheet and something was trying to scratch my head open. the rain sounds were not helpful.

I dreamed some random women tried to get me to seal a pile of something, and walked of with my phone and wallet. Every single attempt to dial home was defeated because the phone I was using had an irregular mosaic of snippets of poetry for a keyboard. This went one for quite a while.

this was a weird one, some lotr style deity was poking around avatar and star trek.

I am tired out by my dreams. first I stopped someone determined to eat an evil kind of fly amanita and they were still poisoned from holding the dumb thing, then I was drivin around my neighborhood by someone who couldn't know where they are. why are my dreams so annoying?

Dreaming about riding in a bus in a snow storm in my night clothes is no fun. By the end of the dream I was dowsing off in a bathroom stall in a chruch. Hightlights include a pach of tiles that looked like cigarettes, misaligned and broken stalls, an anti abortion spiner wheel that used immunogenetics, medical equipment, and everyone and their ( Read more... )

this time my dream was that someone had put neverland in a space station.  they wanted to sudy the fish.  so they built a space elevator and ported in an entire magic land.

I had a dream about a hiphop limerick about camels.

Two (and a half) dreams of stumbling around looking for clothes in public. At lest the last one had the horror ending of me finding a staircase that should not be. And giving someone else advise was good, for once.