In this dream I was somewhere in northern Europe with a group of people. We were on the steps of some great building made of red brick. We were looking to take the bus to Ireland and there were lots of buses in front of the steps in the parking lot. I found the bus, it was bus number 46. It was an old 1950s style bus, white top and green sides, and was the express bus that didn't stop until it got to Ireland. I told the people I was with that our bus was here, but wondered how a bus could cross water.
I've never been to Europe, and I'm not Irish. It had nothing at all to do with my day, which was sitting around staying home. I wasn't even thinking about travel since the Governor imposed self isolation.

The bus obviously uses SEAWAYS to make its way across the water.

I don't remember much. My first fountain pen was there (dark blue with lime green and yellow blobs), a brick, a horse named Francine, a goat with a yellow ribbon tied into a bow on back left hoof (is it even a hoof??), and a giant orange teapot, were sitting around a fire pit discussing something. Apparenlty I wasn't privy to the details because "the computer says no". Woke up slightly miffed.

Goats normally have cloven hooves.

I often have weird dreams. Last night for example a person with a blood sickness (leukemia perhaps) wanted to swap bodies with me in order to have a blood transfusion. I ended up saying no as I didn't trust that he would swap back. So strange...

Fever dreams = guaranteed weirdness

i can't exactly remember what i was dreaming about but i do remember i was stressed out or something, passed out and i woke up in a hospital, don't ask how but in my dream i was confussed and angry, (my parents were just standing there and just asked how i was doing lol) since i wanted to know where i was, my best friend was with me aswell and told me what has just happened, she told me she'll be there for me, ALWAYS

we were doing something else after that, Garden Center? i can't remember everything else, just things i could remember, but thank god it was just a dream :o (i think it's a good thing i can't remember everything else)
i don't even know what my head was doing i'm THIS calm since i feel calmer then ever while i had a horrible nightmare last night, i guess my head wanted to clean the bad things up or something

Something really messed up - started off with some ghost investigation...porn POV? except for some reason I was a guy screwing what looked like clay on a pottery wheel?? and then I found myself on what looked like a barge (gods know where), and I was just standing on the deck with a bunch of other people. So weird...

I keep dreaming I'm taking tests and exams. Which is really annoying because I haven't gone to school for at least 3 years now, and I'd rather prefer to not do so in my dreams either.

I don't think that ever goes away. I haven't been at school for decades and still occasionally dream about not having completed maths homework or being late for an exam, etc.

eh i keep dreaming about school too and i rarely think about that, i only sometimes think about my (old) friends who i met from school so maybe it might have to do with this i keep dreaming about

i don't know how or why but i dreamed about fairies, and it looked much like Tinkerbell but i can't remember the rest of it though

edit: eh sorry i should've edit this first since double posting isn't allowed, my bad

Hell yes! I have many weird dreams, but I can't remember super well. One of the dreams I remember the most happened years ago strangely though. I woke up, walked into the bathroom, did my thing and then I woke up to a mess.

We had 6 air fryers all side by side on the kitchen counter which absolutely only makes sense in dreamland because we definitely don't have the counter space for that. Anyway you could only out in a hand full of chips in at a time whoch was why you needed to have 6 fryers. It was really saf cos I was hungry so I was kind of just there with a plate staring at a jar of mayonnaise.

okay i had a super weird dream about something but i can hardly describe what it is was about

but i was in a scary house with a scary school, people were testing on something, but all of a sudden someone wasn't feeling well and passed out, turned out the person had something in the brain
but the operations wasn't succesfull, it was a girl in a uniform that died during operation at the hospital, i think she has an (east) asian looking appearance

reminds me of Halloweem with an haunted house where we all went (especially when it's halloween with their costume)

not a nice dream but phew thank goodness it was just a dream, i can't imagine what would happen in real life if this happens

Something really messed up - started off with some ghost investigation +0

I walked into my kitchen and saw Russia with his head in my fridge searching for food. Yes, Russia the country, although he was in the form of a man. Realistic too, not cartoony or abstract. I told him to get out of my fridge and go back to his room.

*sigh* Don't stay up reading Polandball comics until 3 am, kids. :P

I was flipping through social media and on Instagram, David Spade was doing a monologue, wasn't really jokey and it had animation. It started off with "...so I was booted out of my last relationship and a very old man comes by at the restaurant and gives me a number to work with his 32 year old granddaughter. Turns outs she likes me and my work and believe me, she told me her life story and I couldn't help myself and feel bad for what she went through. So I took the man's offer. When I was told I was bunking with her, her room was completely trashed, the bed was a queen size because she sprawls out due to her back, she is a practically a spoiled brat as she has numerous video games, Pokémon was her favorite. When we first met, I barged in on her taking a bath. She threw bars of soap and bottles of hair care products at me. I went back into her room and laid out some under pants, a bra and a t-shirt, the only weird thing about the under was it was striped. I don't mind what she wore, she would look cute. She towel dried her hair after dressing. She then kissed me. Both cheeks and the back of a hand. She tried clobbering me with industrial sized 3-in-1 and now this. She apologized and I was floored. She had hair the same color of a red cherry, with dark roots, it did have a mind of its own, Irish pallor so tanning could easily lead to melanoma as it runs in her father's side and the mesmerizing hazel eyes. I actually can't tell if their brown or green."

At that, I woke up. I do have a thing about privacy when washing up but the cheek to cheek to palm, I reserve such formalities to special guests. There used to be segments on social media when "Lights Out with David Spade" was around, since the cancellation, the content was deleted.

Maybe watch this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlkKOTIIlr8

I don't remember my dreams at all. For me it's astonishing that someone can describe their dreams with such accuracy as if telling some sort of a story. When I wake up I remember some bits and pieces of my dream but it's impossible to put them togehter, cause these are usually single pictures or concepts in random order. I forget everything in a matter of minutes and in the end I can only say I did have a dream but not what the dream was about. I used to remember a lot more a couple of years ago.

Wojtek, thank yuo! I am of amused and much happy to watch new Yuotube channel.

Anyway, I've found that my dreams have fragmented and faded with age. Think that's pretty typical.

i don't exactly remember what it was about but i had this weird dream a male got on his period and asked for excuses and lying to everyone or something, okay wtf

and later i got a dream from good old times that don't exist but used to use it a lot in the 00's, about Windows Live Messenger, the reply someone was online was annoyed but scaring people away,
add something with emojis, buzzer and other stuff i miss it so much, kinda makes me wish everything was better

i recently had a really, really, really weird dream that was just single image of a shadow person with two bright white dots for eyes standing on the edge of a cliff and facing me, with no sound except muffled humming, kind of like a white noise machine or fan through headphones. the image was also sort of dynamic (like with moving clouds and the shadow person moving slightly every now and again) which indicated to subconscious me that it was in motion, therefore currently occurring in the dream. and that was literally the whole dream. 5 hours straight of that. i woke up in a cold sweat shaking like a leaf lol.

not that that wouldn't freak a lot of people out anyway, but the entire dream was just a buildup of suspense and tension from waiting for this shadow person to do something, ANYTHING. but it never did and the longer it went on the more and more fear i felt. i still find my mind wandering to it very often and it makes me wonder if something is trying to send me a sign of some sort pffft. whatever that would be, it's a memorable one for sure lol.

i got this weird dream about me ehm doing dirt stuff infront of everyone, i was at the airport and people looking weird to me because of ya know stuff,
then we arrived in Bulgaria took the car, we spended the time there till the chicken went after us, okay how? i don't know, i panicked ran to the car (or well it was rather running to the car)
and one of the chicken followed me, tried to attack me, my dad has an sort of a open-roof, but he would be able to close the open-roof, but instead of that, one of the chicken got stuck when it tries to get in the car
i screamed as hell and told my dad to get this thing out of the car, and eventually it did

i don't even know what that dream was about but it was very odd but funny at the same time

Back again on social media. When I got the latest from David Spade, the animations were no longer yellow doodles on a dark blue background but full color. He starts with "So I married that very old man's granddaughter. She did forget to tell me one thing: she bleaches and colors her hair like, a lot. She's invested in a hair coloring company that technically sells a product that is NOT a dye but a pigment saturated conditioner. I know she's an older millennial and the artistic type to turn the world into a work of art. I drew the line, however when I unclogged the master suite's tub and it was obscenity itself to find a rainbow hairball. Not to mention the brown wash that got on the towels. So I sat with her and told her to slow down on the hair. She then said 'I was at the salon today and they had to treat my hair with restoration products, turned out they ripped a lock out of the back.' So that leaves me to help my wife, now on the verge of tears, try to restore the integrity of her hair. Her hair is like super long and it's longer than when she was a junior in high school. I'm talking like mermaid length. For her, a girl's hair is her life, as she remembered. I think I should add an addendum for you guys out their about hair being life."

I woke up and it was strange. I did wash my hair today and a sizeable knot came out. Oh hell no, not another prophetic dream! I had a few when I was younger.

5/10/2020
Once again, flipping through social media and David is back on, talking about me.

"So with an aggressive regimen of biotin and washing with fortified products, my wife's hair is now reaching to her butt. She and I bond when I braid her long hair. She told me the first man she had feelings for. Turned out she was into some nerd. It didn't matter. When I held her, she'd reciprocate back. She was adorable."

This is one for the books. I received a $25,000 check from my stepfamily (Courtesy of my stepgrandmother, Grandma Barb.) Grandma Barb heard I didn't receive any money from the stimulus check due to Legalese working against me. I ask "Where did you get this info?" And she told me "Your mother. Besides, she doesn't like to see your blood boil."

I went to a doll shop that specialized in dolls of various models and all the dolls had 30 points of articulation. I picked up dolls based on anime and manga characters, Super Sentai characters, video game characters, classic 1980s characters, 1990 characters and 2000s and 2010s characters, even Disney characters, but as I approached the back wall, close to the stock room door was a display of dolls resembling 13 real life men I have been crushing on since before a few of you were born. On the adjacent shelf below the men were bishounen style demons, each modeled to resemble one of the 7 sins. The display was dark and had blacklighting. Then I hear two pairs of dress shoes approaching. Then one hand slaps down on my shoulder and in a slight nasal tone "Good to see you, Kymchee. I heard good things about you from my husband." Then a suave debonair voice said "So you saved the world and you received a $25,000 check?" I turned around, it was the Takei couple, George and Brad. I said "How did you know?" George said "That Sailor Moon wallet around your neck is about to bust open."

Then came the question "You told me you're Scotch-Irish...right?" asked George and I told him "If you're looking for a leprechaun riding a unicorn, that's about as symbolic as most people think." He then said "What I'm about to tell you is of importance: you see the 13 men on the top shelf? They are connected to the men they resemble. It's like a voodoo doll physics from the cartoons you may have seen. The bottom shelf will have demons spring forth if you summon Frank Doquita. Be aware that this a cursed set of dolls." and somehow the couple vanished.

Ignoring Mr. & Mr. Takei, I bought the dolls and loaded the numerous dolls in the back. With $300 left (The dolls were marked down to between $1-$5) my father and I went out for sushi.

When I finally got home, I put the dolls in the area of the basement that belongs to me. I grabbed the box that held a doll based on Dr. Nye. Now, some how, I received a doll sized gold Lamborghini Gallardo. I also had a doll sized silver Chevy Impala (aka the model in the JATO car myth). Yes, they're RC cars. Being a little heartbroken and malicious, I thought it would be fun to give Dr. Nye a test drive in my basement. But in reality, The real Dr. Nye was caught in a high speed chase through a spaghetti junction as my phone alerted through Yahoo news.

Then I opened the demon bishounen and summon Frank Doquita as per the instructions

To bring forth Frank Doquita
1. Draw a circle with the 7 Sin glyphs in the center.
2. Give an offering of Brand X Dr. Pepper (It has to be rumored to have prune in it)
3. Chant "Maloso rectus dominus coom et Sanctus coom spiritum

The floor opened up and came some blood mist that materialized into a dapper man with a sleazy undertone like a defense lawyer for a corporation dumping on protected land. He said, "My, my, my...seem like you found my sons and knowing you, you want a banquet of men. All right, I will grant them life. But after I finish, and drink that Dr. Thunder...I'm going to steal the souls of Easton, PA."

Woke up turned around. (Had my feet facing the headboard. One problem: I have neither headboard nor footboard. It's a wireframe platform suspended by rubber footed posts.)

I had finished gaining control of all 196 countries in the New Formosan Empire. The Center of the Empire, New Formosa was on a large artificial island.

In every capital were colonies and each transmitted every possible TV channel and in third world countries where power was the asset the country was in poverty of, we did charity work to help the countries catch up and receive educational assistance and enjoy high quality educational television.

I was sitting in the garden on a stone bench. Then those two guys arrived...Rick Sanchez and Morty Smith.

I saw them talk and mid-belch, he gurped on himself, as per usual

Gurp (verb) to belch with a little bit of mess coming up on the face
Gurp (noun) the mess that comes up when a belch goes a little hard
Origin: 1990s, Queen Victoria of New Formosa

I took them on a tour of the family castle. He saw 20 men in one wing. I told him "They are fighting to see who will marry me. I make them play rock, paper, scissors and I'm talking that complex 25-way version." In my giant bedroom, the shelves were lined with drawing books, dolls, binders loaded with discs. My bed faced the door, my setup faced my bed, my animator's desk face the left of the bed and my custom dollhouse face the right of my bed. Rick seem bored and then said "I never really thought that the world's top zoologist would actually have a doll collection, a gaming obsession, an animation skill and have men vying for her hand in marriage."

Morty spoke up "What were those 7 men in black with horns?". I said "My father was intoxicated years ago, signed a contract and I am betrothed to the Seven Avatars of Sin."

I woke up and had to think about myself lately. Lately, I have 2 cash drawers to buy and some notebook for my doll collection I want to sell in stores, biotin, key tags and a password journal.

Weirdest dream for an afternoon nap.

My dreams have been a bit strange lately. My doctor mentioned that my antidepressant could bring about weird dreams. Some of them are just really vivid with strange vibes but nothing about them is all of that weird.

The other night's dream brought up someone from a long time in my past. Backstory: A woman who, back in high school, I was always really jealous of. She played the bassoon when I started getting interested in learning the instrument. She never cared for it, but was great at it. This drove me up a wall, my dramatic high school self did not take this well. I was also really jealous because she was more beautiful than I.

She did not much care for me (this was a separate matter from me being jealous of her. If she ever caught onto that, it would have been later). She was the first person I tried to befriend who eventually cast me aside and only explained that with "You're annoying". That has messed me up socially for the last 15-16 years. To be fair to her, I probably was too clingy because I was so fascinated with her playing the bassoon and she just wasn't really into it. I don't think I have to explain to anyone here why that might have been an issue - this account with this username originates from that time.

Anyway, all of that context in place, bringing her back up in a dream is weird after all of these years. The actual dream was kind of mundane, though. Like I was going to a movie theater or something and she was there, too. For some reason we seemed to be casually talking to each other as if we were friends. In fact, I think we may have even been there together. But overall I only have very vague memories of the dream.

It's not real, though. Nothing to dwell on. I haven't seen her in at least a decade IRL.

Drama dreams... don't dwell on them. Do absolutely nothing for you.

i have weird dreams lately,

a few days ago i dreamed about me changing into a fish while not feeling well, while having the earthquakes and floods at the same time while my dad carried me lol

2 days or so later i had a weird dream about people expect me changing into aliens just because they were TOO old and i carried twins (daughters)
i'm not even pregnant in reality lol

and today i had a horrible nightmares about people trying to kill me in a swimmingpool and my mom wasn't allowed to go to the swimmingpool because she either broke the rules or because she was too old to join other people
most people were monsters and i ranaway as far as i could and even the bees were after me, and when i woke up i started talking without any controls so it wasn't me doing it, i said anything about no or the i'm sorry i didn't do it or something and i infact heard voices and noises which was really scary when i woke up

I had a dream I was just out of engineering school and went to some job interview in a big city. The jobs were horrible, the pay bad, and the living conditions dangerous. People were getting hired, but it had nothing to do with merit. I didn't get a job and stormed out. A nightmare.
I woke up and thought about the time at Boeing I worked under a really terrible and unethical lead engineer

Now I had one that was kind of weird that I had to write down.

This dream was supposedly set in the future, I'll explain why later, but the odd thing about that is that my grandma was alive in this dream. She passed away several years ago. Now, I've had a ton of dreams where my grandparents are alive in over the last several months or so, so I think that part is just something that happens a lot.

It also featured my mom, my sister, my aunt, and my ex-girlfriend. Yup, my dream just had to go there and bring her into the equation. I don't remember the details of many of our interactions in the dream, but do know that IRL my ex-GF and I haven't talked in nearly 5 years.

The dream focused on my family extensively in the first part of the dream. We were all together, which is uncommon (even without the virus). I can't tell whose house or town we were really in. At first I thought it was some strange future version of my grandparents' town, which it may have been, but then I swear we also saw my house in the dream as well. All I remember of the first part of the dream was that we were in some house eating and cleaning or something.

Now when I say this had a bit of a futuristic tint to it, it's not super exciting or anything. In fact, the way my dream wanted to make things futuristic was making motorcycles a form of transportation that was public and that you could 'borrow' them for a day or something. But they had big screens on them (or at least some of them), they all controlled differently, and they acted up.

I got lost in town, and didn't know how to get back home... Which at one point was...somewhere to meet up with my ex-GF. *face palm* She was interacting me in this dream, and I remember actually seeing her out in town around the time I was lost, and then communicating by phone sometime later.

Another weird detail of the dream was that it brought in members of another forum I'm a member of. Lol. They had actual vehicles, but they weren't trustworthy, and in this future timeline were shady so even though I was offered a ride, I stayed out. Lol (this was one reason I knew this was in the future, because my mind was making up the idea that somewhere down the line in the future from now they had done weird things and got shady). At this point the sun had set and it was dark. I found myself trying to look for the motorcycle I was using before so I could find my way "home" (whether that was with my ex or my family at this point I have no clue lol *shakes head*). I tried going back to a shop where I was with my aunt, but it was hard to find. Finally I found a place where I had parked the motorcycle, but it wasn't there, and with it getting dark and scary, I desperately looked for it, but found a different one and got on it like it was the original anyway, which apparently wasn't illegal or anything. This one handled differently and gave me trouble, and that's where I woke up.

..Yeah. That was a bit bizarre, with many different phases. I think because I kept on waking up, but when I fell back asleep it was continuing in the same weird story my brain was creating.

Saw a lemon and eggshells bleach technique for stain removal, because I have quite a few blood-stained clothes. You see, I'm trying to find a way to get blood stains out of my colorful clothes. One of the ways, as someone said, was to fill the sink with water and dump salt until it was Dead Sea salty. Just to let you know.
(end Pretext)

So in my dream, I keep dumping salt until it becomes apparent this was no ordinary can of salt as it still pours salt out. I stop and put the garments in question, my favorite panties, and somehow, I unstick the plug and my panties are briny, so I put on rubber gloves and I rinsed the panties. It was of little use. It faded, but not by much. So I hung them up to dry on the drying rack in the mud room.

I began straightening up my bedroom and bathroom. The bathroom was fine, but by the time I was about to tackle my bedroom, I received a stuffed crust pizza and Dr. Pepper from my dad.

I then received in the mail 5 notebooks in each a color and season. The purple one was for rainy seasons and as such was designated during long stretches of rain coming from the west or when a remnant of a hurricane blew through with warm muggy rain.

I dunno what happened but somehow I was blonde and had a fringe. Which is completely unacceptable because my blackish brown hair would be fried if I did that and also my hair would be even more of a disaster with that kind of cut.

Here's an odd dream I had recently, I was attacking these alien spider things (yellow and black stripes, and a turret on the top.) with this dude I don't even know the name of, and we get tired and fall asleep in broad daylight, I wake up in broad daylight as a giant and I do... not save anybody, I then walked to a road and crouched and saw the chaos, and while seeing the view I eventually wake up (Into the real world). I estimate my size at the ending parts is a 17 story tall building.

Weird dream: I was a rival thief in an episode of Lupin III. A rival inspector from Stockholm was after me for crimes involving electronics amongst other insane charges. The Stockholm inspector joins Detective Zenigata to track down me and Lupin's gang.

The gang was in (of all places) a food expo. I was at a booth called "The Gel Matrix" (named after my constant use of gelatin in candy making) I tricked Goemon into slicing konnyaku, an oden ingredient with little to no caloric value that some swear by in dieting and not only did it not bounce nor get stuck, it shattered a centuries old blade. I had to put him outside the booth wearing a sandwich board. The 13th in a distinguished blood line and he's like the guy on the corner of a 4-way intersection near the highway dancing with the arrow sign to the Mexican grill.

Meanwhile, I hired Fujiko to help me with product samples and alert me when Lupin and Jigen were coming. Remember, Fujiko is a woman who knows no loyalty and so am I.

Meanwhile, Lupin and Jigen lost track of Goemon. (I shut his phone off... Hey it's the 21st Century, I am great with futzing with electronics and they can only trace each other when I finish with my break.)

Inspector Kirk Christianssen and Inspector Koichi Zenigata got on the loudspeaker.
KC: This is Inspector Kirk Christianssen of the Stockholm branch of Interpol.
KZ: This is Inspector Koichi Zenigata of the Tokyo branch of Interpol.
KC: There are five criminals hiding in plain sight. Two are women and three are men.
KZ: We have the place surrounded. Give yourselves up!

And sure enough, I was on the news. Reporters said I was wanted in not only the USA, but also Canada and Japan. Although I was arrested unarmed, I was proficient with paint ball weaponry. Crimes included but were not limited to non-consensual buzz cuts to 15 hair dressers after an unintended undercut, rerouting a fire hydrant in San Francisco without the consent of the fire marshal to exit from a toilet in the warehouse district and sabotaging a world class chef's soufflés before a French cuisine competition. A case where I made out with my then boyfriend David Spade in front of a Karen and Susan convention was thrown out after the judge deemed that the Karens and Susans needed "Mind their own damn business and get a life!"

I woke up and went downstairs to treat the twinge in my back. Still, I am a woman who knows no loyalties in real life. Not even brand loyalty is something I can stick to.

PS I was watching the origin of Lego and the name Ole Kirk Christiansen came up, but Legos are a Danish export, Stockholm is known for their discussion on anti-piracy on September 7, 1977 and I spelled Christianssen the way you would in Sweden (your father's name + the Sweden -ssen is given to boys and it meant you are "Christian's son". Actually I noticed that pattern in Scandinavia and Iceland. Same thing with girls. Mom's name + Icelandic -dottir = Björksdottir equals in this case "Björk's daughter.)

Beware, I am a linguistics expert and diplomat and I know how to use my words as a weapon.

I had a very cool motorbike which automatically made me very cool *flicks hair*

Had a weird dream of shopping at an international dessert mix store. Every item had to be cooked or prepared because the store was divided into two sections: the powdered mixes and the ingredients for the mixes. When the announcement came on the PA "Blue Light Special on aisle 3", Aisle 3? It was loaded with gelatin mixes from around the world. Tazah from Lebanon and it was Halal, Dr. Oetker from Poland in flavors like Kiwi, Banana and Gooseberry, various brands from around the US that are used in making Jell-O shots (with or without alcohol) and unflavored gelatin for stability. This was just a sample of what I bought. No surprise that I went crazy and took advantage of the offer.

Spent the afternoon cooking the gelatin with the bottled water from Fiji. No use in using crappy ingredients in a masterpiece. By the time I finished, I had to put the virgin shots in a rather large fridge bank in the dining room. For some reason, the dining table, the hutch, the spare dishes, the corner keepsake cabinets and everything also part of it was gone. I didn't ask why we had 3 fridges, but I put the gelatin in to chill and by the time I finished with cleaning up the pots and the measuring cups, I took my pills with a drink of black cherry seltzer. I did a final safety check and made sure the knobs and coils were off. And so, I head off to bed.

In this dream, it becomes strange. My house expands by 67% more space and my bed becomes King sized from Queen sized. Some of the downstairs furniture gets the same treatment, like my Uncle in Law Gary's beat up futon becomes a sectional for 14 people, his broken leather massage chair has been tossed to the curb and stickered for the dump (In Asshole, USA, you have to go to town hall and pick up stickers for oversized items.) And the recliner the cat marked as hers with her claws, has been reupholstered and refinished.

Then, I open the door and Alice Cooper was standing in the doorway. I invited him in and made him my test subject. I gave him banana flavored gelatin from Poland. It was weird, but he would try it again.

I woke up from the dream a little heartbroken that I could only find banana and kiwi flavored gelatin separate from strawberry in Poland.

I had the shadow dream again, with slightly different details this time. Again, the entire dream was just myself and the shadow staring at each other, and I couldn't move or look away. I could feel a lot of emotions from the shadow that I didn't feel when I had the dream before.

You know you play with Mod Constructor too much when one of your first thoughts upon waking from this dream is "He must have a broadcaster." Lol!

Took part in a cooking competition with my father and his oldest brother, my uncle Ernest Sr., who drove us there and cracked someone's headlights. We brought our groceries for the various rounds: Breakfast, Lunch, 7-Coarse Dinner and Dessert.

We worked together from Breakfast to Lunch, then separated for the 7-Course Dinner and Dessert. My uncle made a decked out wedding cake, my father made cookies and, as per usual, I made gelatin. We had celebrity judges Gordon Ramsey and Simon Cowell judging the dishes and somehow, we were spared their wrath, Gordon's moreso than Simon's. The fact we won was a bright spot in that I finally got my much needed sleep.

I had a dream where I made a visit to my former apartment. I've had a similar dream before, that was actually quite a bit weirder. But this one is still weird because in this dream even though it was acknowledged that this was the future and I gave up the apartment, I had access to it still, and when I went in, there were still clothes and other things left behind that I decided I wanted to bring home. I also decided to stay the night... But it's not my apartment anymore. Lol.

The apartment was upstairs. I am physically incapable of using stairs now due to pain in my feet and knees, but in this dream I was able to go up and down the stairs with ease and my dream self was incredibly happy about this, as my current physical state was known and I was like "Wow, look, I can run down these stairs like I used to!" If my dream had ended at that point, I think I would have woke up depressed that wasn't reality.

An old male friend was also involved in this. For some reason he was in the town. This may be because he helped us move my furniture into the apartment.

But then it got actually weird. A dangerous shape-shifting figure appeared and the focus went away from the apartment. This is different from the usual chasing dreams as... Well, I'll explain. The figure like in some fiction had the ability to shape-shift into someone if they made physical contact with them. In this dream, instead of being concerned about myself, I was afraid of the figure making physical contact with me, shape-shifting into me and harming my family and friends.

I have no idea where the latter part came from. Lol. But the former, I get. Apartment living was really special. They were really good times for me. I am currently in a great living situation where I have my own large bedroom, bathroom and microwave, so it's not too far off. But there is something about an apartment for my dog and I and there's also something about the life I had back then, which I was allowed to be focused solely on college, which me returning to was an incredibly plot twist so to speak compared to my life before that.

All my dreams are game, or horror related.
I love horror, I like reading S.King and my favorite book is The Dark Tower
The other 10% us Fantasy and SciFi related ( ditto on both) plus I like Mainstream Anime

Game dream usually take over all of my dreams. What am I doing next in MC, Did I fix my broken mod in TS ( pick your poison) I even play the games in my dream Oh my personal fav I'm in the game as player ( yup) recently I was in Sim Sorry 4 severing the garbage. I was in Sims Castaway a week ago on the hammock

Something to do with Group B rally racing, which had nothing to do with any kind of media and entertainment from the last few weeks

Not even a week since Grant Imahara died, the new man of my dreams, Shin Koyamada, is now my husband and the dreaded triskaidectuplets have arrived and every time I have this dream, I am calm.

In reality, I would be worn out and IV'd to a solution filled with sedatives. For as long as I can remember, I had panic attacks as far back as my 5-year-old self.

I honestly don't know. I seem fine otherwise.

I had a weird dream about baby snakes hatching in a kindergarten. But not a "HALP, SNAKES, WAAH!" kind of dream. More like, "Oooh, baby snakes, how cute! And that's not a snake, it's a legless lizard! What's that doing here? No, you're not going to eat that panda snake (are there panda-colored snakes? I don't know - there was one in my dream), let's put you over here and give you some nice lizard food instead."

I guess I've been watching too much Snake Discovery lately, especially hatching videos - those baby not-so-danger-noodles are adorable... I'd probably be terrified if I saw a snake in real life, but on screen they can be kinda cute :/

Lots of weird dreams, but I can't remember half of them... And the other half either are about work or something weird

I was standing in a wide hallway. In the corner... the corner (the door had a 90 degree angle in it), was a wooden door. It was about 6" wide. I was thinking that I used to be able to squeeze through this door, but that was when I was a child. So, I tried to remember the spell to teleport so I could just teleport into the bathroom. (it was a bathroom). I couldn't remember, so I woke up and went to the real life wide door bathroom.
Old man type of dream, I think. Probably TMI.

"I wanna scream and shout and let it all out!\I wanna scream and shout and let it out!"

Lately the family dreams are back again and this time, I can't escape from my anxiety. 13 tadpoles and the eldest son will one day follow his father in the samurai way as my father put it and he lives in the spring onion farm in the neighborhood. It's always rural Okayama Prefecture, Japan, because he, my new crush was born there.

I had a collection of those pool floaty things in my backgarden: pineapple, waffle, unicorn, crocodile, slice of cheese, polka dot patterened one, an inflatable sausage, and most importantly an inflatable tompouce. Problem was, I didn't have a pool which in dream land obviously means no other pool exists.

This is a dream I had last night:

I was trying to immigrate, I guess, along with all of the other people who work with me. So, we're sitting at an airport, and this lady pulls up in a Ford Model T and I get in.

The floor is flooded and there are dozens of fish swimming around my feet. "It's my aquarium," she explains. "Do you like it?"

I do, indeed.

So, we drive off to this other building that's a dual supermarket/immigration office, and by this time the woman has transformed into an angry old man. He tells me to get out of the car, and he stomps into the dual supermarket/immigration office.

Inside, I see one of my coworkers, also very upset, yelling at another man that, "He knew what he did. He took the milk and threw it all over the floor!"

The old man tells my coworker to take a seat, and he'll go handle it. So, my coworker sits down in one of those swivel office chairs and gives me an exasperated look. Then, this businesswoman in her 20s approaches us and asks for payment to process our papers. She takes me into this completely white office and shows me a credit card reader.

I whip out my card, ready to put it into the reader, but plot twist, the businesswoman takes out her card and puts it in first!

In shock, I say, "You can still take it back out, right?!?!?"

She shrugs and says, "Well, it's kind of automatic, so..."

And that's where it ends, or at least that's all I can remember.

I'm still having nightmares about work. I retired 5 years ago.

I woke up crying at 6 am (I don't think that's ever happened before, but the dream was kind of dramatic). Needless to say, I did NOT like that dream...
Thankfully I went back to sleep without too much trouble. My brain was in its "but I don't want to go back to sleep" hyperdrive mode when I woke up again, so I figured I might as well get up.

Not much going on in my dreams.

Been cooking on a reality show called "Nightmares in Hell's Kitchen" I'm the chef hiding from Gordon Ramsey while creating soft drink-based gummy bears.

I woke up and started work on filling up my pillboxes.

I think last night was the first time I dreamed about the current situation. I was in a shopping centre and there were people everywhere and none of them wearing masks. I had an anxiety attack trying to cover my nose with a sweater but could not get away from people, as if they were purposely bumping into me. I blame a documentary I watched about covid just before bed.

I dreamt that I was still living in the last house but the bathroom didn't make any sense. It was a mix of before and after the renovation- so like the shower/bath was unchanged, but the tiles were all new as was the mirror, but the sink and drawers were both the old and new one?? In the dream we had an old fmaily friend over but I never figured out which of her children came over with her. I remember her asking me to find her perfume cos she couldn't find it and I was like yeah but which one there's like 12000 in there? The "big gold one" was requested so I opened the top drawer of the cabinet and it was so deep I couldn't see the bottom so I was like bruh how am I supposed to find that. After 10 mins of rummaging about (there was an insane amount of stuff in those drawers that definitely wouldn't have fit in real life) I found the bottle and was surprised to find that it was the size of a volleyball and I was like huh that's not as heavy as I expected cos like it was a gold bottle and it was full of perfume. Then I spotted the crocodile toothpaste I used as a kid and was like yooooo

And then I dunno what happened cos mum barged in to my room and woke me up

Apparently horse riding was a regular activity of mine (genuinely never even touched a horse never mind riding one). It was really tall and sandy coloured and it had all sorts of ribbons in its hair. Getting onto the saddle was a struggle (probs the most realistic part) and hugged the horse. Tried talking to it, didn't talk back which was kind of sad but he tried munching on my snacks so that was probably ok. I learned that he responded to both Bob and George and ignored any thing else.

Ugh I get you on that. I retired back in 2012 due to medical issues that work gave me. I STILL get nightmares of me having to go back to work, but I don't WANT to go back to work... the doctors are all speaking a language I can't understand and there's no damn coffee in the office. (that's the scariest part. LOL)

Been having nightmares about my two exes - I could REALLY do without that crap.

Nightmare I was in an assassinated living apartment but I couldn't remember my apartment number. There was a really big elevator,so big it had little shops in it. I had to look at my checkbook to find my apartment number: 815, on the 8th floor. I ran around looking for an elevator; get to the 8th floor and check the mail box. My mail box had a dozen little boxes all locked and I opened them one by one, but it was like a toddler's toy and they weren't boxes, just doors. I couldn't remember anything: did I live with anyone? Where's my door? I had dementia, which I really fear because then I can't study science. The whole building was like a bad neighborhood. It doesn't seem that scary writing it out but the fear was pretty strong.

I was juggling. I can't juggle so maybe that's something I've always wanted to achieve?

Tony Hawk was in my house brushing his teeth in the living room while dad was spray painting a skateboard bright blue. There was also crazy taxi sounds in the background

Lately, I had the flu in real life.

So I was taken to the town doctor in my dream. When I walked in, I was greeted by a male nurse from a fantasy from 2001 (when I had my wisdom teeth pulled out), he took my vital signs and left. Then came in Dr. Johnathan David Pearson (There is no such Dr. Pearson in NJ). He was handsome like George Clooney, had a bedside manner that was calm and collected, not to mention he had accurate diagnosis, and eventually checked respiratory systems after questioning. He eventually came back and said I need more rest, more fluids and additional medicine. Then it turned into into Inception as in dreams I thank him for the medicine.

At least dad was apropos. Were you by chance playing Sonic Riders?

As much as I had a rough night, in my dream...

Dr. Pearson called me to check up on me and I was rounding the corner. He changed the medicine to accommodate my current symptoms.

I had a dream that John Stamos was dressed as Uncle Jesse from Full House and I was burning up. He gave me medicine and put an ice pack on my forehead. "I will be back later."

Then Bob Saget as Danny. He asked, "How's my champ? Jesse told me you weren't feel like going for a game of catch with your old man." I said, "I had being working really hard in high school, language club, voice over in the AV room and on the sports team and my kitchen duties..." Danny said "It's fine. The virus will slow down things for a while. But it looks like you have a cold. You're going to stay inside the house until everything is all better."

Jesse came back to my room, which was separate from the other girls, he noted that I wasn't running a fever but I was getting bruise colored sores. Some were black-blue, others were green and some were yellow. The pediatrician saw me as I was still 16 and was given the diagnosis of Arose's sores.

At home, Michelle asked me how I was, I said, "With the way school is for me, be glad you have less to worry about." She asks "Like what?" I said "Like nap time or how Uncle Jesse makes our food how we like when we have dinner together or every time I buy you a stuffed animal from the toy shop because I want to make sure I didn't get the same one. Things like that...the little things."

I was called down to dinner and tonight was spaghetti night. I chose butter and everyone else chose fancier sauces. Uncle Joey asked "not feeling like your self, kiddo?" I said "Uncle Joey, I haven't been like I was yesterday." Stephanie ask "Were you going to help with me and DJ's homework?" I said "I have to rest so I can be my best for the exams and whatever duties I need fulfilled."

I had a nightmare within where I blew off the family. I ran to uncle Jesse crying, and he said "Don't cry, Alexandria" he gives me a tissue and he said "Don't worry about your duties until you are ready to go back to school."

A few days later, I received some money to buy groceries, I went back to school for language club, AV Club, sports club and kitchen duties. I stopped by the toy shop and picked up a Care Bear for Michelle.

As far as they know, I let guilt control me, which was untrue. I was actually the older sister. I have to provide for the family when I have the ability.

In the dream, my hair was brown black like black coffee. I guess I took after Danny in this dream, because the girls were blondes.

Weird how I had a Full House based dream, not to mention it was one where Jesse takes charge to help me with coping with my constantly ill immune system

I have been getting a lot of strange dreams lately. Ever since I started fixing my sleep schedule.

However I can't fully remember all of them, and the ones that I can remember (even one from last night) are pretty depressing, and I'm not sure if the mods want depressing things being said in the off-topic forum.

But right now, I am on a dreaming streak. I have been having memorable dreams almost every night for the past week or so.

Ever have a nightmare from long ago that you thought would never bother you ever again?

This is a big fat lie. There is a chance it returns, just not exactly as you remember.

I was to give a speech on identity, and as I looked out at the audience and saw them, at first they were human. But I blink, and the humans are now singular eyeballs. It became extremely unnerving to speak to an audience of eyeballs. The dean with a split version of heterochromia iridium (two colored eye, half & half) asked "What's all the ruckus?" I scream and ran to my getaway car. It was as simple as phoning Jonesy to bring the car around.

The eyeball dreams are a real turn-off when you're lovesick.

I had a mohawk and two party hats on my head. Why I don't know because I would never do that to myself because my hair 100% says no to that kind of cut and also because it doesnt go with my personality
That's too many because's. Oops.
Anyway I also had a bunch of unopened shoe laces in my hands and were obviously important for something (not my shoes because I had them velcroes which is also odd because I've not had anything with velcro since I was 7 but ok not really questioning it).
When I woke up I had the main salsa song from TS2 stuck in my head. You know the one.

Something about a Siamese cat swimming underwater in a creek. I tried to rescue it, but it didn't need help. Once I pulled it out of the creek it turned all fluffy. It was a sweet cat, so nice I thought it couldn't be a Siamese. I put it down and it went back into the creek and started swimming under water again. It held it's breath for such a long time I wondered if it could breath underwater.

New Dream: I was back at work. I had nothing to do and was goofing off, and boss said I was late on my release. I went and found that the release was done but the lead engineer didn't release, it. Not only that, he broke my ID badge and credit card into little pieces. I showed him my release and asked him to release it and he made all kinds of lame excuses. this one is easy to figure out because it really happened to me when I was working and he did it so he could tell the boss he needed his girl friends back in the group because work wasn't getting done. Company rules were that unwelcomed sexual harassment was forbidden. Welcomed sexual harassment was okay and since his 2 girl friends were about to be laid off otherwise, they were good with it.

Although I can only remember snippets of dreams I have had, some of them seemed extremely melancholic, which in return only fuels my curiosity in regards to what it was all about in the first place.

quite frankly every dream is weird even for me
but since im too self-aware of it being a dream, i just want to sleep peacefully without dreaming honestly cause dreaming in general is very tiring

I was fencing and supposedly a natural at it. Which knowing my shoddy hand eye coordination is unlikely to be true. I guess I've passed the massive sign pointing to the fencing school enough times these last few weeks that dream me kind of wants to have a go at it.

I had this Spongebob dream on December 25th. It is mainly Google Translate, but I corrected it, sorry if there is something that you do not understand.


In this Plankton took control and created a hardcore dictatorship, everyone miserable.

Meanwhile, Spongebob went down to some underground restaurant-submarine-like place before it all really started, to be safe. Because there was some health risk thing independent of this. When they went down, they hid in a hidden but large metal trapdoor gateway in a modern shopping mall, and there was a mini room in light blue and gray, and there was another trapdoor that worked electronically (maybe the previous door worked that way too). And they had to climb in there, and since it was small, they were sitting inside. The ground was a little soft. The place was bright, due to artificial light, like a cool elevator. The ceiling height was such that one could have stood up but only crouching. There was a mirror opposite the inner trapdoor, I think, and a keyboard next to the door with only numbers on it. A code had to be entered, which was 538. And the inner door could have opened. Then they climbed in and could get down through a narrow metal slide.

And when they went down there, they had some kind of ventilator device because they were sick. A translucent thin tube was plugged into their noses and curved toward their backs. And meanwhile they worked in the restaurant, even Patrik. There was a central room, like a submarine control center, with chairs and a dashboard. And most of the things throughout the basement were yellow, the walls of the hallways were yellow with a metallic texture. And it was as if a whole complete world was different down there.

But Spongebob and his companions were a little sad because there were a lot of artificial things. For example, they were at the dashboard with Patrick and they pressed a button and their friends just came out in robotic form and were tied to the dashboard with computer colored cords. There was a Plankton figure smiling, talking something, and lying on the dashboard. Patrik was sitting next to Spongebob's right and was scared, he thought the figure was real, but it was just a robot. Spongebob pulled it out a bit and it looked like wires were tied to the dashboard, and he told Patrik that it wasn't real. Spongebob was always sad when he saw that when their friends' robot imitations were robotic, that nothing was real, and so it wasn’t the same as in reality. Maybe Squidward was down there, too, by the way, and Mr. Krabs, I think. I don't know about Gary.

And sometimes when they worked downstairs, wondering if it was better to stay down safe or go back, Spongebob always mentioned that the people up there needed help, and so on. And that’s when he always showed the “movie,” with various scenes above, to see how miserable people are. Everything was greenish-yellow, grayish, as if the water had been polluted. It was specifically that people always did something and then they said, "Plankton's interest demands it." First, there was a huge male fish who turned into a house, and was half swallowed by the sand, and then he said that sentence. Then a light purple fish mother spat the food she had already chewed into her child’s mouth and then said the sentence. Then a few were just walking, hardly, pulling something like working slaves. Then another mom and several of their children held each a plate, one with a little something on it. A third mother and her child went there. They glanced at their sad companions, who I think wanted to more food to be put on the plate. But the walking kid took one of the kids' plates while they were walking, because there was already some food on it. And after all, the individual said, "Plankton's interest requires it."

Then there was a reddish-orange young woman fish who wanted to escape the situation. She got to the mall, where she asked for help to get someone out of here or to help her. A man showed her the trapdoor on which Spongebob had also descended earlier. Not knowing how he knew about this, and if he knew then why he wasn’t down there. By this time I was already half in the body of the fish girl. I climbed into the mini room, the man told me with what code I could get down, and then he closed the door. Therefore, next to the inner door, I typed 538 and it opened (stretched from right to left) and I climbed in.

Then I was downstairs in a hallway and originally wanted to take a bath and I was recommended this place by the man or I don’t know. And I went into a tiny, unlit bathroom with a window on the door. It was tight inside and just a sink and a mirror. Then another door that would have led to the toilets. I would have started washing my hands and I could see my worried face in the mirror. But that's when Spongebob and the others were walking nearby. He saw me from the bathroom door. He said, "Look, this is Larry!" (he’s a big, muscular lobster) because I had a similar colour as him. But he remarked that "just a bit" I-don't-know-what (referring to me), so it's not entirely Larry-looking, but something else, maybe it's that his eyes aren't so thin, standing up? And I was a little sad, I was afraid, I didn’t want anyone to know I was there. That's why I put my unwashed hand on the door handle. That’s why the door handle was slippery because on my hand was some dirty slime. And I tried to keep it closed while they wanted to open it from the outside. And then I woke up.

My dog drowned in hot water in something that looked like a washing machine. I was beside myself. The problem is the poor dog didn't look at all like my dog. I pulled it out and held it up side down and patted her back to get the water out, then began CPR. She seemed to stir when I woke up. Horrible!

^Emmett I once had a dream that the dog we had at the time drowned in a puddle or something. It was a horrible dream and I'm really sorry you had to have that. =(

Oh geez, last night's dream was so ridiculous. So for some reason we all (my family and a random assortment of other people I know) ended up in another state for some kind of big event. I guess this is an alternate universe where COVID doesn't exist. But anyway, this state is the place where someone I'm majorly infatuated with lives (but also because of the nature of what she does, I'm a big fan of hers and really look up to her). I have a lot of dreams where I get to go see her. But this one was weird. I ran into her, but she was going into the bathroom. I noticed I needed to go to the bathroom too so we both went in and I got behind in her in line and then when she got finished and came out of the stall I was right there like "Hi!!!!!!". (Jeez. Can you just imagine just wanting to go to the bathroom and when you leave the stall there's a fangirl who's infatuated with you right there to say hi?)

She left and I went into the stall and I then woke up and noticed the reason my dream went into a bathroom was because I needed to go bad IRL. Thank you, bladder. I get embarrassed by the events of that dream even though it didn't actually happen. Like some weird form of second-hand embarrassment, I guess. lol

Does a megafauna penguin at 2m high selling Antarctic timeshares with Phil Hartman's voice count as weird?

I was stopped by an authority figure, probs the police, and told to empty my bag. I kept taking things out and out and out and I had piles and stacks of all sorts of things. And they kept asking me if I was done yet and I was like this is as much of a mystery to me as it is to you pal, we'll get there when we get there. After that I had an ice cream, you know the soft swirly one that comes out of a machine? Plus disco sprinkles thats only €0,25 extra

omg it's been in forever last time i was on this site, can't remember half of it but 2 days ago i had this odd dream about the world coming to an end (sort of)
i got to blame with like everything, i ran and ran, and i was jumping and that jumping became higher and higher and eventually i could fly, like how lol
can't remember how it ended up though

and last week i had a dream about going to the same room with the same people too (it felt like a identical multiple or something for sure) i guess you can call that the loop
no matter what floor i went, i saw the same people with exact the same room (it all looked like an living room) i don't even know how it ended up

I had drawn on eyebrows, like with permanent marker. Why I would ever need filled or drawn in eyebrows I don't know because I already have amazing eyebrows so I would like never endanger them like that. I think I also had a waterbottle stuck in a handbag, but I don't use handbags either. It was a strange one really.

I keep having dreams where I forget to wear a mask when going out.

Not really sure, but I think I have been watching one too many of Terry Gilliam's animations.

"Quick! Before the animator has a heart attack!"

I just remembered part of a dream I had some time back, where I was talking to some bald dude with a brownish shirt and blackish pants and shoes. He had a Celtic accent and was building either a small house or a shed out of wood in an open field. Can't remember what we were talking about, though.

This bump is necessary, I got to get this off my chest.

In the past few weeks and culminating to a head in the past few days, I have been having a dream of going into a toy store that sold only fashion dolls, action dolls and old school style G.I. Joes with changeable clothes. The store was about the size of the Wal-Mart in Philipsburg, so we're talking square footage of a football stadium but no, you're not going to find Hoffa.

I was greeted by a woman who I could wade my feet in her makeup, it was Tammy Faye Bakker thick.

She told me for opening day, they were having a sale. All dolls were pennies instead of dollars so $5 = 5¢.

I went nuts and bought dolls based on anime characters, Canadian teen cartoon characters, Marathon animation characters, Italian comic cartoon characters, Korean CG characters and the like. I had to have everything delivered by vans as the bridge is out this summer for structure maintenance.

The one set that rode up front with me were the rebels from Gundam Wing. When I shown it to my mother, she busted up laughing at Quatre. Quatre had platinum blonde hair and blue eyes, but he wore a pink long sleeve shirt, a purple vest, khakis and brown shoes. She did in Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers) voice "The 1970s called...THEY WANT THEIR CLOTHES BACK!"

When my mom found out, she asked "When's the next bus?" I unfortunately have a strained relationship with my mother and have been known to "throw her under the bus".

I had a dream that I was posting on MTS... so here I am!

I have been daydreaming of a city filled with humans with prosthetics and implants, cyborgs and droids. I call it "Egg City"

Most of the time, I dream of seasonal events in my daydreaming. I imagine Halloween wouldn't be any different.

Dreamed I was on a large river or channel boat last night - we're talking rocky water with lots of white tops and not in any way looking remotely safe. No idea what I was doing there, probably vacationing or some such, but I was apparently having a blast (I normally hate being out in boats, although I don't usually mind large passenger boats on calm waters).

Found it a bit funny because that dream came so completely out of the blue. Haven't been on a boat, even a large one, for over a year - and you probably couldn't get me to go on a trip like the one I was dreaming about even if you paid me lots of money to go, 'cause I really don't like that kind of waters

My Crushosphere merged with my tired mind.

George Clooney came to check in on me after I woke up from a nap. Apparently, my depression made me physically ill with a fever and dull aches and he reassured me I was just recovering from depression and that along with emotional distress, sometimes physical problems can manifest in a way.

He pulled up a chair and sat at my bedside. We talk, sometimes we would be laughing, others he'd be drying my tears and he would help me downstairs to the kitchen and to the medicine cabinet because I had an incapacitating case of post nasal drip.

I'm probably going to admit it is boring to be left alone and sick with such ailments.

I was skiing. But like on grass like on the super flat fields on the other side of town. I'd never do that to myself in real life. Skiing is a no, and also why would invade cow territory?

Crushosphere merged again.

Jason Bateman was there for a visit. I was oddly warm like I had been feverish and as soon as we stood up, I began to struggle. He helped me up to my room and tucked me into my bed. He asked "How are you feeling, kid?" I was in no mood to talk. He could feel the warmth on my forehead. "You're certainly warm. Let me get you some Tylenol and a drink." He went downstairs and came back up with Tylenol and a Canada Dry Ginger Ale in a can (I prefer it in a can\bottle over fountain. The fountain variety tastes watered down and hasn't gotten the bite it's famous for.)

He asked "Would you like me to sit with you?" I said "I'm okay with that" he pulled up a chair and we talked as my fever broke. He then gave me a guaifenesin tablet because of my post nasal drip and I drank it down with the remaining ginger ale and started to get a little bit sleepy. He drew my comforters up, arranged my pillows, kissed my forehead and said "There's no need to worry about it. I'm sure your fears are unfounded and he's behaving himself. (I was worried about an author with little notoriety compared to a contemporary.) As far as ethics goes, you're a good kid, a better friend and one of the best young women I met. You survived countless attempts on your life and will fascinate me as I look after you today. Your parents are probably wondering about you. Text them on their break when they call out to you."

I slept and he cooked downstairs. Then came the point of Inception. Jason was cuddling up to me on the couch, both of us watching Match Game (for those who live outside of the US, it was a game show in the 1970s of fill in the blanks that were cheeky where contestants had to give an answer to a 6 person panel of celebrities that were between B List and C List (in other words, they had pretty free schedules to allow appearance on the show. Common panelists included Brett Somers, Richard Dawson, Charles Nelson Reilly and the national treasure herself, the late great Betty White) and the panel had to guess the fill in the blank) so I let him draw me closer as the rain started to fall.

He woke me up to feed me a small snack to take with my night medicine. He asked "How you feeling, sweetie? Like your body isn't betraying you?" He said as he touched my forehead, "Your fever broke and you're eating again." I eventually asked him to rub my back and he found that knot that was bugging me.

He said "Get some sleep, sport. Tomorrow, we can work on your doll collection. I wrote a check for you." And I fell asleep.

My dreams are weird when I am sick.

The Crushosphere is purifying and started to take an oldie but goodie to the center stage: Richard Epcar.

Again, sick in bed and this time, he was a voice actor with 600 character voices sitting up next to me. He was, by contract, to do his most influential voice while in my presence: that of a revolver-wielding marksman on the run.

He said "Wake up, kid. You don't look too good". My face was bright red from being flush. (I get hormone surges and it shows up in my face) He got a cold compress. I spoke up "Richard...is that you?" He said "Yeah it's me...your family sent me to look after you while they are at work. Given that they have a dossier on any man you've came in contact with between 1997 and 2017, they chose me because, 1.) I have a wife and daughter and 2.) You seem to adore my body of work" I told him "Music is love, sound is life."

He spent time with me talking about his approvals from top actors, how he lost his mother in his teen years and his intentions when he started acting was to be a spaghetti western hero. I told him about how life throws curveballs. I told him I expected to do voice acting for a living, but I ended up with multiple medical conditions that prevent me from leaving the house unescorted. He then said "Give me a taste of what your talents have to offer." I pulled out all the stops on my repertoire of voices. He was amazed. "You got raw talent in some regards and refined in others. How long have you been mimicking voices?" I said nonchalantly "Since I was 8, that's quite some time now."

I gave him a kiss and said "Forgiveness is all I beg for from you. You're actually sweet even when you're using that gruff, grumpy voice. I actually fell in love with it many years ago when I was younger. Don't think bad of me if I am in tears."

He sat at the edge of the bed and said "Sweetheart, everything will be fine." as I lay in bed with tears being wiped from my eyes and the comforter drawn up. The blackout curtains drawn. I gave him one last kiss before he left my room. By that time, he left for the day.

It was weird. I'm still sick. I cry when sick.

Since I am underdepressant I do not logical dreams anymore. My latest was yesterday. It was so much messy the dream was senseless.

My cat talked in a sweet little voice. Think VIZ dub of Sailor Moon's Usagi Tsukino. "You can give me more treats like that cream cheese..."

Last night I had trouble getting to sleep, tossing from side, and when I finally dozed off my brain was in that same mood, so I continued dreaming I couldn't sleep. I know I'd been dreaming is because I'd been "trying to sleep" in a couple different rooms, and doing some other weird stuff while trying to get to sleep - but still. My brain does mess around quite a bit. Sleep inception, I guess

Anyway, should get some shut-eye now. Just woke up from a brief nap (a not intended one), and my brain insisted I'd been part of a kids' Xmas TV show on a spesific date, singing a particular song - and I'm not surprised if I sung it out loud, but I'd probably woken up the whole house if I did, so I probably didn't. No idea where that got pulled from. We're not even done with July, Brain! Even worse than the "Xmas stuff in October" shops

I don't remember my dreams, generally, but on occasion, I'd had some really bad ones, especially when I was younger and typically after watching a scary movie.

Numbers weren't numbers and nobody could explain why. I feel like thats not too different from real life, but like at least we agree on most things about numbers. But in my dream nobody did so everyone was confused all of the time. Which to be fair isnt much different from real life either

But yeah not a very cool or interesting dream this time

Yesterday (before going to work) I dreamed I was chased down by a crazy snake. After trying to lock it in, which didn't work, I finally thought I'd managed to flush it down the sink drain (dream logic...), then it jumped up and bit my hand.

And then my alarm went off, right on cue.

Was in one of those small planes that has space for like 6 people and it was all like nyoom. And then we landed on a cloud (because clouds are like meringue or mousse or something similar which can dfinitely take all that weight on it. Then we had a picnic with pizza but we were only allowed to use spoons to cut and eat it.

And then I got woken up by the smell of soup. Was very confused cos thats def not pizza smell.

Richard Epcar came back from the Crushosphere.

He walked into my room and asked "How you holding up, sweetie? I heard you had been having trouble falling asleep." I told him "I had sleep disorders since I was a baby." He said "Were you ever colicky?" I said "no..." (I was starting to quiet down). He said "Let me hold you. You look like you need a back rub" (Truth is, I rarely, if at all, turn down back rubs. My back hurts a lot.) I held onto his side and he began asking me, gently rubbing a knot out of my shoulders "You seem to be tired all the time. Have you gotten checked out for chronic fatigue?" I told him "I was. Turns out I was lovesick and you seem to make it worse. I love you, but I know you have a family of your own." About this point, I burst into tears and he brings in a packet of tissues and all I could do was blow my nose. He says to me "I didn't know you were that fond of me..."

I told him "Bill Nye is full of himself and I deserve better..." He said "You do deserve better. You may have all those fancy degrees from 21 of the top universities a woman can be admitted to at a young age, but I really want to know: What do you want to do with your life?" I told him, "I want to go into voice acting and singing in various languages and I want you to help me. You've been a gentleman to me. Bill would trot me out like an animal in a circus act, performing science experiments for treats. And don't forget 'Putting on the Ritz', I am not a fan of Taco. Bill uses that version."

"I can help you, sweetness." He said to me. I wrote a "Dear John" letter to Bill, with a blistering hot message, citing I never want to participate in any science competition as partners, but as rivals. And I included a photo of me kissing Richard.

I sent it to Bill via the snail mail box. (Dear John letters have more impact if they are physical.)

Richard took me to New York and we made the morning a fun one. By 11:00AM, he introduced me to a studio in need of a voice actor for background walla (walla? Walla is dialogue mixed with other dialogue to create the sound of a crowd.) and by happenstance, I was able to provide a crowd all by myself.

Richard took me home and said, "That was an exceptional day. Same time tomorrow?" I asked "Same time tomorrow? What, you're divorcing your wife after 40 years?" He said "Actually, I helped you get that job. Starting tomorrow, you will be a voice actor. Have some tea tonight, gargle with green tea and then salt water, and rest your voice. You have a lot of work ahead and I will be on the other side of the booth." I leaped into his arms and kissed his cheek. "Okay, you got me. I understand you have a grateful loving side. Good night sweetie." I was walked to the door and the sunset was beautiful. I had dinner with some tea and and fell asleep after the gargling.

I am having trouble with my sleep schedule.

So there was a man who broke my heart this summer.

Long story short, things were going great (he even said he loved me a few times) and then he ghosted me with no warning.

I'm still reeling from the shock, hurt, sad and missing him (although there's no way I would take him back now, I still miss him), but I'm trying to get closure for myself, by accepting he's gone and it's over.

I have dreamed of him a few times since then, but never remember what happened in the dream when I wake up.

Last night I dreamed about him, and remember it well, it was a 'nice' dream, we were at his house having a takeaway tea and cuddling etc. It was one of those really long dreams with lots of detail. He was being mushy and romantic with me, like he always was in real life.

Why does my brain torture me like this? It knows I'm trying to get over him

Richard Epcar returns and I contracted bronchitis.

(To clarify, the dream begins at the beginning of December.)

My face was flush, I had a deep cough and he sat at the edge of my bed reading to me my English language books. (Some of my books are in Japanese or Taiwanese Mandarin.) He and I talked. Sometimes I would cry. I would be tucked in, then given my medicine, and would be allowed to take a nap. He would sometimes make me my favorite meals, then my night pills, and then help me ready myself for bedtime that night.

When I wasn't sleeping, we'd play video games, although the stuff we played was a far cry from his go-to of "007: Goldeneye" or watching cute little kid cartoons like Molang. He would sit in an office chair and hold my hand. My hands were extremely warm and his were clammy like the underworld of Greco-Roman mythology. It was like I was Persephone and he was Hades preparing me to winter in the underworld.

Weird thing is in these dreams, he's a family friend who has been trying to get me to be friendly with him and in spite of his kindness, I'm a mess of a woman who just wants her parents after being a charge in what was otherwise wet nurse duties. Part of me wants to love him, but I know enough that it could never be.

He would continue to do so every day for 3 weeks and my parents came home for the holidays. He stayed a few more days and left on January 1.

Don't try to fight it, folks XD but I have another weird one.

Richard Epcar came to visit and heard my system was whacked. He bought some medicine from the pharmacy on the way to my house and when he came to my room, he greeted me warmly. "It's been a while, sweetheart. I heard you were sick so I bought medicine and a bottle of ginger ale." I cracked a genuine smile and reached to hug him. He administered the medicine, set timers on his phone and I felt him kiss my forehead and he said, as I drifted off, he whispered "Sleep well, Mighty Little" (Frank Zappa reference. Mighty Little was a tiny workhorse on a dental floss farm. Don't try to rationalize with Zappa's surrealist absurdisms, he was also Alice Cooper's agent who said not to tell the truth about the live chicken thrown on stage during a concert because it made for better press.)

About a few hours later, I woke up to the sensation of a backrub. Gentle, but there was a bit of pressure. Richard woke me up and asked me if I felt better. I wasn't tired, I wasn't nauseous, I wasn't feverish and I wasn't aching. He sat down in my chair and held my hand. He noticed a difference. I normally had warm hands, but now they were cold.

I ended up falling for him. He and I started to hug it out and I ended up in tears. He said "Please don't cry.“ I said to him "I love you..." while struggling with my tears.

Woke up and realized I need to check in with Ms. CS again.

I dreamt about Richard Epcar again and he was staying the night. He was heading to New York for convention panel talks.

He wanted to stop by and check on my voice and health. Evidently, when I was off a pill, he noticed I was moody. He asked "Do you really want me in your life?"

I cried again and he said "Lie on that tummy of yours. I think you would benefit from a backrub..." He rubbed my body gently, but not to the point of red and raw. As he applied pressure on the body and rubbed the knots out, he calmly said "You're cute...do you model?" I actually said to him "I feel ugly." And I began crying after that.

I woke up from an abrupt meltdown in dreams. Normally, spooning follows in the dream, but it didn't.

Richard checked on me after his trip in New York City.

I had a terrible head cold. He bought pills, the ever popular Vicks Vaporub and a variety of sodas.

He arrived at my house and put a special thermometer on forehead. Turned out I was a bit feverish. So a couple rounds of acetaminophen and guaifenesin were administered.

I unbuttoned my pajama top just enough to access my chest for him to apply the rub. It was at this point we began to trust each other not to hurt each other.

He said "You are cute, even though you're not feeling well." I got a backrub as he sat on the edge of the bed as he said to me "So, will you play your demo album?" I played it and he said "Not bad, your voice will need a little more training. I can help. (Richard has singing as part of his resume of skills) Will you let me help you when you get better?" I said "Yes".

Yes!
But sometimes they are really interesting, I have been thinking about writing them down for years...