Be concise, because no one cares that much.

I think I almost remembered the one from last night. Something about a strange movie theater, people surviving in the upper half of a partially collapsed skyscraper, and strange, quirky challenges. Shame.

But anyway. The one from two nights ago was about living after an apocalypse in a Game of Thrones-y castle place. The area was half flooded. We had roommates in a modern living space and for some reason I was really focused on the food in both of our fridges. I think there was something about a bunch of people coming and trying to live with us on our chunk of land. It might have had something to do with the flooding... And then I went downstairs in this weird industrial section and killed a mutant ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Your turn.

I was in a strange house somewhere. Think it was in London. All my friends had just left to go out clubbing for the night, and I was supposed to join them. However, a friend of mine who I haven't seen for six months and is volunteering in Malaysia was there, and we decided to just stay home and spend time with eachother instead. Think my brain is trying to tell me to stop going out and getting drunk and start working harder to maintain the relationships that are important to me, even if they're not the ones that are most immediate.

I don't remember much, but I was on the wrong side of a mob boss who happened to be a t-rex. He was a dick.

I'll skip over my dream from last night for the benefit of all and go back to the dream I had about it being summer.

It was warm and the sun was a thing more than eight hours out of the day.

My dream was a dirty world filled with crime. I remember a large rundown building with approximately five stories. The building was full of drunken hobos, convicts, and gangsters. Well something happened and everyone turned on each other. I was in this dream. I was on the roof in the thickest part of the fight but I was not struggling to stay alive. In fact, I seemed to be enjoying my time up there, throwing people off the top of the building.

I don't think the forum rules allow me to discuss my last dream.

Hank said I don't think the forum rules allow me to discuss my last dream.

^ This.

I was actually talking to my father for once. We made up on a bus somewhere, and then we had a lovely father-daughter conversation.

I was dead and my roommate was trying to wake me up.

Only it was one of those dreams where you're trying to wake up, and think that you're conscious.

So for a minute there I actually believed I was dead.

Then it hit me: All my limbs had simply fallen asleep somehow and that was why I couldn't move.

I couldn't talk and I didn't want to cause any strife, so I simply held up a finger like "gimme a minute here, just coming back from the dead."

Then I woke up.

I won't lie, it was pretty naughty.

I have determined that if I lay on my left side, I will have a Nightmare. My right = Naughty. Back = Weird/Wut.

Yay Dream Journals!

Hank said
I don't think the forum rules allow me to discuss my last dream.

idlehands said
^ This.

Ditto.

I swear, if this website was a book, you people would be making all its pages stick together.

Ahem.

I had to pee, so I went to the toilet and opened, and then woke up in a new bed and had to pee and went to the toilet and then woke up and had to pee and went to the toilet.
Then I woke up for realsies, had to pee, figured it was another dream and then stopped by self going 'oh shit this is realife' and ran to the toilet buck-ass naked cause I had to fuckin' pee.

I was playing basketball (I'm really not a good player) with two other guys. Thankfully, they were even worse players, because the losers had to die. Apparently when that happened, I was suddenly in trouble, and I started running.

Turns out I was running through this high school. It wasn't my high school, or any I had been to before, just a generic high school. Some middle-aged woman, I figure she was a principal or hall monitor, started chasing me.

I got to an exit, but the end of the hallway was flooded. Or maybe it was somehow a pool with water coming up to the doors, but I'm going to go with flooded. I swam to the doors and tried to open them, but they opened inward (against the pressure). The principal woman was still behind me, and she grabbed me, so I tried to push her under.

She was stronger than me, and dragged me under as well. So I karate chopped the base of her head and she was knocked out. Don't ask me if that works in real life, it was a dream!

Once I got out the doors, I realized I was somewhere in the South. I left the school grounds and started walking up this small peninsula, on either side of which was shallow water. I saw a crocodile go by, but it ignored me. Then I took out a smartphone, went on Craigslist or something similar, and hired a waterplane to pick me up.

I think at that point my dream switched to something else. But, yeah, that's about all I remember from my dream last night.

Sherlock Holmes said
Ditto.

[2] or is that a [4]?

Either way...

Lady Squee said
I won't lie, it was pretty naughty.I have determined that if I lay on my left side, I will have a Nightmare. My right = Naughty. Back = Weird/Wut.Yay Dream Journals!

That's a rather interesting conclusion...

I should do something like that, sometime. It would be interesting, as I have the most bizarre dreams... though occasionally, I might have to slap a big NSFW or adult rating on it. XD I still remember my first "#Glitter" dream... lol. Oh boy... That is a hard one to forget... in the most literal way possible.

I made out with a girl. It was awesome.

Heh, dream me is getting way more action that real life me.

You can't make me. >:[