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#dreamjournal

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receive a call.
"Hey waifu are you ok?"
"Yeah...?"
"We're in the call"
What fucking call did I miss??
Check phone, two hours before starting waking up time
Realize I'm checking my phone while in a phone call somehow
Realize it was a dream that made me wake up irl
It's still two hours before waking up time
:aaaaaaa:
#dreamjournal

Dreamed that I spoke to a toxic former co-worker I haven't seen in many years, I got increaverysingly paranoid because he knew things about my personal life he shouldn't know, and was criticizing me for the way I administer my personal time, I was convinced he must have hidden cameras in my house, then in a fourth wall breaking moment he was like: "You wouldn't worry so much about what I think about you unless you saw something of yourself in me" and I'm like brrroooo 🤯

#Dream #wss366 5/25 #Brown

Brown mud and bricks had fallen from the sky. They clung to the neighbor’s house and lay in heaps on the street.

This had happened before, and it worried me. Did it mean that there was an upset spirit in my house? When we bought it, we were promised it wasn’t haunted.

I would just have to bring in someone to check.

My housemate warned me there was a prophecy that if an “outsider” worked on our house, awful things would happen. The problem was that the “insider” spiritualist had offended our ghost, so she could do it.

The renter’s kids asked for a story, but all the books they offered were no good, so I told a story about a #ghost who forgave people it was upset with. I was very loud, so the spirit would hear. #DreamJournal #NMV366 #NMPrompts #MicroFiction

#dreamjournal

- Was in some open-air structure by a beach.
- An elderly man, riding a white horse, clops on in. He claims this "city" to be full of dead-ends and lost causes.
- Offers to teach me improv acting/roleplay skills.
- I say yes.
- We ride on horseback across a vast desert for days.
- Arrive at some estate in the mountains. For some reason, it's full of vast, open, empty rooms.
- I'm a terrible student but we both press on. He at least seems happy to be doing this.
- I then wake up.

This #Dream was fractured with lots of semi-connected pieces.

I saw an image of the Earth being engulfed in red, ember-like fire, which left black waste behind it. The fire had missed sections of the world. I noticed the Korean Peninsula and a connecting part of China were safe. The fire hadn’t reached Mongolia, but it didn’t look like it would last long.

I was somewhere on the west coast of the US and set off to find a boat that would carry me to Korea. I needed to be careful because there were dangerous groups of survivors partying on the beach. There was also some weird stuff about a survivalist cult.

I briefly found a yacht to take me there. As we traveled, my head was above the water. I concluded I was standing on a sub.

****

I was looking for supplies or a boat. When I moved away from the beach, I found stairs leading to a ruined hotel. I climbed to the second floor, careful not to alert any outlaws that might be there. I found some supplies scattered on the floor that looters had missed. There was a hole in the floor, and below we could see partying bandits. I threw something down to distract them.

I alerted a strange, white, worm-like leech that took sacrifices. There were two kinds: those that were contaminated and wouldn’t survive, and those that might survive. Sacrificing a contaminated individual to the worm allowed you to join a group of clean individuals.

The leech thing was both fascinating and repulsive, as white tentacles would come out of its mouth.

#Dream I awoke (I am still dreaming) and read a bit of my WIP, that I edited in my dreams (The inner one). I am mildly surprised that any writing I did while dreaming makes sense. It is much tighter the originalpassage, but devoid of color. Boring. I cut and paste the prior version of the paragraph from my last backup and vow to work on it some more when I get out of bed.

#amwriting even when I dream I am dreaming.

#Dream I was a character in a future novel, witnessing, and analyzing my actions. Semi- #lucidDreaming The character had a dream and entered another realm of existance as a big fluffy titmouse. It squeezed through a partially open window to escape an unnamed terror. Since I was witnessing I only felt interest in what I was seeing and marveled at have fluff and realistic the scene was. #dreamjournal #luciddream

Some of this will be in my next novel. It fits very well with the narrative flow of that work. #writingcommunity #Takiyasha