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Do you ever have dreams where you know what's happening is super dumb but the dream keeps pushing it on you like your subconscious is an irascible toddler with "a really funny story" it just has to finish telling?

I had one of those Friday morning.
In my dreams, sometimes I can project elemental powers out of my hands: force lightning, flamethrower, water jets like a Super Soaker, all kinds of stuff.
In this dream, I was in a back yard that was a combination of three different places I'd lived and I wondered if I could call elements.
I pointed my right hand at the back fence and a thin stream of fire shot out and caught the wood on fire. I was like, "oh shit" and used my left hand to send out an equally thin stream of water.
The fire went out briefly but seemed to spread to the lower part of the fence.
I said, "that's not how fire works" but tried using both hands to send even more water.
It caused the fire to turn dark red and sink into the wood which, again, I said, "that isn't how fire and water interact at all."
I was already thinking, "this is dumb."
So I turned away.
As I did, the top part of the fence broke away and floated toward me looking like a thin wooden Thwomp trap.
And again, I was like, "really? what am I, 8 years old?"
So I tried to ignore it.
The Thwomp trap came up behind me and demanded that I face it.
It told me that it wouldn't leave me alone until I did.
I turned back around and it was floating there in the air, looking quite stern and serious.
I asked it, "do I have to mean it?"
And it told me that didn't matter, as long as we had a good fight.
So I shook my head and shrugged, running away from it in faux terror like, "oh no, my elemental powers aren't working right!" while willing little squirts of red fire juice to dribble out.
I saw it in my peripheral vision taking on that red color and changing shape.
It was getting rounder.
I saw a round hole in the back fence and realized it was going to become the fucking Kool-Aid Man. But, I said out loud, "oh no, it's changing into something else--what could it be?" in order to keep the ruse going.
I had enough at this point but felt bad for it.
Clearly it was very proud of this whole shtick and something wanted to see it carried through to the end.
I woke up before the "fight" got underway.

tonight I had a nested dream in which I woke up from some fantastic scenario into my own life from 8-9 years ago when my daughter was still 2 and I was very happy, and then I woke up again in this life and now I'm not sure whether I'm going to wake once more.

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