《Various Dreams of Mine》


 A Dream of Betrayal in a Bunker (1/2/2024)

    From the "friend''s" party earlier, you head back to where the party was held. An underground bunker or base, more specific, a large glass rectangular prism that held the birthday gifts for a party with nearly hundreds of attendants. Inside of a container in the glass box is a stack of money and cards totaling to at least a few hundred dollars or more. The base was large, but the money was inside of a box, inside a glass enclosure visible from the entrance.


    After counting the excessive number of $20s, a couple $10s, even finding a number of $2 bills in the stack, sudden, bright lights from behind flash onto you. Three police officers start questioning you, the one standing before- and just holding the stack of guarded money. Two of the officers were dark haired men, the third was a blond women.


    You avoid showing panic and explain that you were asked by your friend to count the money and know how obviously suspicious you look, hoping for the words of your "friend" to be what saves you from this predicament.


    Suddenly though, the glass cube the four of us were in devolved into chaos. You don''t quite remember if it was a rumble in the base or if one of the three guards sought to take the money for himself that set everyone off, but you knew you needed to take cover and attempt escape along with the officers themselves. Scrambling towards the exit, two of the heavily armed officers and yourself flail as you attempt to run. They even take out their firearms.


    Shit, the guard who stayed in the box started to fire at you- why, what did you do!?


    In their haste, another of the three dropped their gun on the ground in front of you; as an out, you drop to the ground to pick it up, facing behind you as you do so. One of the fleeing officers already attempted to fire back at the hostile officer, so you feel less conflicted about the worry of getting charged for assaulting an officer despite the obvious self defense. Your shot is the one to fell your attacker, having landed maybe an inch above the space that would be directly in-between the eyes.


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    Acknowledging the current lack of a threat, the two remaining officers, the blond women and man who had dark hair and eyes, approach again. One thanks you for your help despite the sudden betrayal of their supposed ally, the other awkwardly asks for their gun back, which you immediately comply with.


    More officers are called to deal with this aftermath.


    Setting the fresh corpse resting against a picnic table within the bunker, one of the guards poeticly places the weapon used to kill him in his own hand as his body sits facing away from the entrance.


    Now more tired than anything, you return to your apparent room within the bunker as the officers take care of the rest.


    Unbeknownst to you, the now unsupervised corpse''s finger twitching over the trigger causes the shot fired to break glass deeper into the underground facility. From within that curved glass semi-cylinder half into the wall, some tissue of a large, light green scaled creature snaps. Clear fluid leaks from the now broken glass, and an eye larger than some human children snaps open.


    As you converse with a friend online from the perceived safety of your room. They inform you of the news that even more officers have been killed by some large, mysterious being in the same base that you still reside in as your heartbeat starts to quicken all over again and realization dons you online friend''s face in the form of a sardonic smile.


    You can even here movement from outside your locked door, the sound of harsh breath and sliding scales. Your fast heartbeat overwhelms your sense of sound all the more. In an effort to avoid detection, you silently make your way to a stuffed animal larger than you are. Slicing a slit in its back for you to climb into, you intend to bet that you won''t be detected from within as you slowly inch your way to the exit of the deathtrap you foolishly decided to spend the night in.


    Again, your overwhelmingly loud heartbeat does no favors for your ability to sense as you also sweat profusely from inside the stuffed bear.


    The door you''ve intentionally unlocked opens a crack. Your heartbeat is overpowering enough that I''m abruptly woken from this dream- or maybe nightmare.

 A Dream with a Dangerous White Hand (12/30/2023)

    I was in either a new hotel room or new apartment. Deciding to explore the floor I was on, I quickly encountered one of the YouTubers/streamers that I occasionally watch. He was stretching in the open gym(?) room surrounded by other guests rooms on all sides. We talked for a bit as if he was annoyed by a fan''s presence, he was certainly experienced enough not to show any hint of it. Maybe he was genuinely enjoying the conversation too?


    He also let me know that he was here with one of his podcast co-hosts and that he was actively streaming in a room down the hall, which might have not been the safest thing to say to a stranger. Following him to their room might have also not been the safest thing, but I did that too. I said hi to him too. Iron Mouse was on a discord call as we entered. I mainly stayed quiet unless it felt appropriate to talk with the stream going. Eventually I said goodbye and moved on.


    At a set of recreational ponds that appeared to be natural, but were probably manmade, I was walking around and decided to pick up a guard tube and rove to help the poor guard sitting while watching the swarm of people in uneven terrain below him. I interacted with a few people while walking around, scanning the zones on either side of my path on the bridge.


    As I was talking to a friendly man, the large lifeguard in the stand on top of the hill blew his out of place closing whistle to clear the water. He started to address a family of two parents and an older brother. No toddler sister as there should have been.


    Rose, the missing sister, had been gone for multiple hours now according to the family''s plea to help in the search to find her.


    As the round, large lifeguard kept conversing with them from above in the stand, I along with many others decided to search. The supposedly natural water was almost instantly dried, instantly or just fast enough that I couldn''t see the process happen.


    The bottom of the former body of water was not flat; although this was an open-air area and certainly no cave, there existed hundreds of natural stone pillars that resembled thin stalagmites.


    I, along with a handful of others in the crowd, were the first to arrive at where the gentle, sandy slope gets interrupted by the densely packed, mossy pillars.


    More than just one body- along with the somehow still living toddler, there were some vague hints of eroding bones, a couple limbs, and another''s head. Weirdly enough though, the pillar obstructed space was also packed with coloring utensils, many colored pencils and some crayons thrown in too.


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    In my attempt to approach the unresponsive but breathing child, a being resembling a white, gloved hand sprung onto me without warning. Attempting to seal my mouth as I did my best to make sounds to alert those further behind me in the maze of stone pillars, the hand did not succeed.


    I pried the significantly smaller, yet alarmingly proportionately strong existence off of my face, slamming it against an especially jagged looking bit of a stone pillar. A little bit of dust fell from above as a patch of moss slid off with the intentional scraping flesh against its resting place. Doing my best to now restrain the hand that had now begun disassembling it''s fingers at will, no doubt to inch their way into my mouth and nose, I grabbed my radio. Changing the channel to one I knew the Twitch streamer, who lived in the room on my floor that I visited earlier, would be on I asked the question I desperately needed an answer to:


    "How do I use my aura?"


    With that, a miniature Lucario with an iconic dark blue Riley hat and similarly colored cape engaged the white hand in combat. With a short cutscene of firing off Aura Sphere at the palm and some disembodied fingers in front of it, the foe was slain and Rose the toddler was safe.


    Even better, somehow we determined that the colored pencils could be used to manifest the missing body parts of the bits of corpses around us. Tracing in the air behind the severed head with a pink pencil from the set revealed that the body itself materialized. Amazingly, the head spontaneously regained functionality as well and a living human was there once more.


    Those around me excavated all seemingly mundane coloring utensils as I carried the little one to her family.


    ...


    A following dream on the same night:


    My family and I showed up to some kind of school event where we''d need to dress somewhat fancy.


    It was already dark out and I needed to weave out of the way of some space over the sidewalk that a tetragnathid spider had claimed; their kin nearby, but more reasonably out of the way were busy eating a wasp.


    The sentient hand that seemed to prey on humans from before still felt to be a real threat to me here until we made our way to the line inside. I was scared that it''d be back with a vengeance for the one who stole its hard-earned meal.


    With that train of thought, round, decorated tables appeared to our right. Beyond them was a stage that some students would be performing on. I guess all of the girls wearing the same dark blue dress are those who would be performing. Even wearing something that I guess fit in for whatever event this was, I still felt somewhat out of place here. Too many others around me wore lively, dazzling dresses, while I stood still in a dark suit and pants.


    My mom was talking to some guy preparing the food mentioned something about how whatever was there was my favorite food, which it was absolutely not, but I remained silent as usual. I was woken up around there.

 A Dream of a Local Pokemon GO Fest and a New Corphish Form (12/27/2023)

    There was a Pokemon GO Fest local enough that event PokeStop started to appear closer enough to where I''d usually walk around.


    I was absolutely deciding to go to that.


    Before that though, I ended up going to a friend''s holiday party, who had a game playing on the TV screen. A number of characters shot out to the left side of the screen in a race. That one character in fighting games known for crouching, being overpowered, and I think also a family man appeared multiple times with different color variants. The one leading the race to the finish line for a slow flip in the air, while second place threw himself into a triple flip parallel to the ground and was launched straight into the finish line, winning the race.


    Later, I was at the Pokemon Center store, the one at events like Worlds or Go fest. The design on most of the shirts felt underwhelming at best this year, but there was one with a colorful tapestry of iconic buildings from nearby with Mewtwo and some other Pokemon mixed in.


    I decided to buy that one.


    Getting in line, though, the rest of my cousins, who I went to the Pokemon Center store with, apparently had plans to cause chaos. One of the parents I would think would be responsible was the worst offender. She ended up behind the temporally abandoned counter poking around the computer and cash register. Littler ones were distracting others in the line. I watched, standing in place with a mix of exasperation, denial, and acceptance. Eventually walking out alone, I had the shirt.


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    I then proceeded to go to the room I had rented together with a Pokemon go friend. It was just their kid that I was helping to watch for a bit, and I, there now though.


    Event research tasks started to appear in our games and we both joined in on a Goomy raid. A couple of people in the lobby already had a new pose or two, one being a Unova elite four Caitlyn sleeping in a pink hammock or little chunk of bed.


    It was a MONSTER of a Goomy-


    20 people in the lobby, most of us high level, and the little slug-dragon was faring better than most or all legendaries would when being raided. The clock nearly ran out before the Goom went down.


    Shortly after, I encountered a regional form of Corphish whose spikes were more numerous and had dark black tips. Upon encountering said Corphish, a bright stylized logo flashed on the screen for a split second before the Pokemon go encounter with the new Corphish form allowed me to attempt to throw a ball at the not just pure water, but dark/water unevolved crayfish.


    After that, the two of us in the room talked about potentially trading in the main series games; what was stopped with the kid mentioning that some mons are most definitely hacked, and some of those even corrupted his game bad enough to need to restart it. I then looked at some of my boxes. I had a team of Pokemon close to the level cap, and some off to the side approaching the main team in level.

 A Dream with Goomy-Leopard Slug (12/25/2023)

    Exploring an island on a lake, a parent Goomy-leopard slug was protecting three baby Goomy-leopard slugs. Eventually the Goomy-leopard slug family continued onto their home underneath the shelter providing bark of one of the islands trees.


    On the same island, you could encounter a Dragonair with a sharp glare and aura surrounding it. Text displaying "lv. 80" hovered near the marvelous, sapphire orb.


    Engaging the intimidating dragon would lead you to a separate space and a tutorial of how to gain invincibility frames in a Breath of the Wild or Tears of the Kingdom like game, where you''d have to follow one button by another with the correct timing to render a much more powerful enemy''s attack nullified.


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    That lead to one that was a Legend of Zelda like dream. Link entered a base full of much more powerful horned constructs than he.


    Link was stunlocked into being shot by various elemental arrows, his seven hearts lost instantaneously each time. He''d only be able to move very slightly towards the exit before another fiery, icy, or electrical blast would be followed by another fairy swirling above his head with a trail of pink energy.

 A Dream Traversing a Swamp with Unovian Trainers (12/23/2023)

    I and someone who looked like Bianca and/or Iris from Pokemon were walking along a wooden bridge that was elevated less than a foot over the surface of the somewhat murky swamp surrounding us. She walked while balancing on one side of the wooden walkway, and I took the other to balance on as we walked along the wooden path just above the water.


    Then things took a turn for the more dangerous.


    Bianca-Iris grabbed at a vine, gave some momentum, and launched herself at the vegetation, the riparian woodland, just at the edge of the water, and just above where a number of crocodiles lay. Somehow, I followed her lead despite the significant spike of danger in doing so.


    We were doing fine in the air, around 6 feet, a couple meters, above- that was until one of the crocks lunged directly up that distance to snap the wide open jaws around one of us. Bianca-Iris was able to avoid a bad end there, but had to lose her grip of the vine and fall to the water below to do so. I''m pretty sure I ended up in the same situation not too long after.


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    Now that I was in crocodile infested waters, I knew not to make sudden movements; however, with the horizontal swish of it''s tail, a crock silently B-lining towards me from the right made me act unwise. Despite the thought of "a slow breast stroke would be the best here," the thought of "danger- threat- escape!" is what caused me to ignore what splash it''d have and just free style out of there, while doing my best to see what crocks would be nearby.


    As the two of us swam along the river-like body of water of the swamp, we needed to help each other into the trees'' low hanging branches occasionally to avoid an approaching crock or two.


    At one point, I was hugging a branch with my arms, while my legs were gripping/being gripped by someone trying to avoid being eaten.


    I think at some point Iris and Bianca split into two separate people; Bianca, however, transformed into a swim instructor in maybe her 50s or 60s.


    It ended with more avoiding crock lunges by grabbing onto tree branches and clinging to each other. The lid to a laundry bin was used to swat at the crocodilians briefly.

 A Dream that Devolved into an Endless Rainbow Sprial Abyss (12/22/2023)

    This one started off with picking out which groceries to buy. Most of the tin containers of restaurant Chinese food on the supermarket shelves were not at all full. The containers barely had food in them at all. Although, one of the wanton soup containers was full and had a tiny, floating Wailmer bobbing around, spinning in place in the container on the isle''s shelf.


    As I considered, but did not follow up on consolidating the contents of multiple containers into one, someone approached to accuse me of doing what I was just thinking. I denied and put whichever containers I had back on the shelf.


    After that encounter, I went to a frozen food section and saw a bag of orange chicken that was advertising the meat of it made with "73% chicken," and "27% plant." That seemed good enough to me. I bought a handful of other things and headed to the party in the basement of a very large mansion of a building.


    Once I made my way inside and to the basement, some of my friends were there for a quick second, but were quickly replaced by coworkers of mine. The rest gathered in front of a decently sized TV as I left to munch on a snack or two. Instead of returning to the group by the TV, though, I decided to explore the mansion''s basement in the opposite direction.


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    Seeing a dimly lit pink-walled room at the end of a short connective hallway, and light switches just before that, I messed with them, but only the tiny hallway light seemed to turn on; the pink room was still dark. The colorful and very, very steep staircase to my right did light up with my flip switching. Upon closer inspection, the staircase wrapped around a thin wall. The descent was obnoxiously steep for having anyone to walk the steps.


    Instead, I broke into a free fall.


    The steps being a repeating sequence of ROY G BIV with what I thought were LGBTQIA+ words or phrases passed by fast enough in my free fall that I wasn''t quite sure. Although my free fall was fast, it seemed to be in slow motion just enough for a feeling of serene calm to accompany the fall.


    Not only were the spiraling, rectangular tubes of rainbow steps without end, but the paths branched endlessly too.


    I saw infinity.

 A Dream with Souls Game Lee Henson and Some Knockoff Lifetime Survival Scene (12/21/2023)

    There was one with Lee Henson, a character in a Pokemon fanfic, taking physical gym trials with his own body. His Pokemon were absent.


    Lee needed to climb what looked like an American football goal post with a two or three foot space between two beams supporting it. Each gym he was challenging has one of these, each with some twist or height difference to it. He was evidently at Normans climbing-goal structure.


    Suddenly, a Souls game style encounter played out.


    Norman, aloof and staring up, started to project a full 360 degree ring of indicating light beams followed by light blue shards of either crystalline rock or ice outward from his torso.


    That was a move Lee would have to dodge. He dodged most of the horizontal AOE attack, but some shards stabbed at the lower end of his ribs. Not wanting that to continue, he stood on the translucent blue, monstrous, and shifting plain extending from the Gym leader. He had to time his jumps and adjust his balance, but Lee could steadily approach.


    A spectating Wallace or some other similar figure made some comment about how this battle taking place allows for some psychic type affinitied trainer named Jova to now escape their bindings.


    Also, the image of IWTTS, "I will Touch the Skies" is another Pokemon fanfic, Flint snarling "LET''S GET YOU A FUCKING MAGMORTOR!" appeared at one point.


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    There was a separate one that seemed like some stupidly suspenseful "avoid domestic violence/murder for an entire hour" show that my mom likes to have playing in the background for some reason. There was a group of people standing around near the ground level entrance of an apartment building or very tall, thin house. Some were in casual clothes and there was one guy in a suit and tie.


    A man that easily weighed the same or more than the rest of the people in the room was glaring at any of us with his head tilted town in a Kubrick stare.


    At his charge, most escaped through the front doors. I, who happened to be a thin, blond girl at the moment, was not in a good position for that. I sped up a couple flights of stairs, swerved around corners, locked a door or two behind me, and with some fumbling, managed to open an unconventional window enough to slip through. I proceeded to descend the outside of the building a few stories with steady, deliberate motions.


    After the building exterior parkour, was more parkour in the form of jumping on and over neighboring fences.


    I was probably already safe from someone who weighed maybe 500 pounds; they weren''t going to catch up to me in this terrain, but I still wanted more distance before calling for someone to give me a ride. Eventually, I made my way to where a road ends as a dead end on both sides of the patch of grass and a metropolis of various ant hills.


    I think having my body slowly ripped apart by multiple swarms of ants putting aside their differences, the circumstances of their birth, united to take on the monumental challenge of vanquishing colossal prey. That might have been the last thing I saw before waking up.

 A Dream of Being a Whimsical, Disembodied Spirit (12/20/2023)

    There was a weird mix of being a whimsical, disembodied spirit and being guided by other spirits who may have been taking on a mentoring or parenting role. I, as a faintly glowing ball of mass, floated around a group that was preparing for a field trip by giving members of the group signs, or guiding them to a scenario in which they remember the field trip more easily was what I was doing for a bit. Eventually, the students were gathered at a large, yellow school bus at a very barren, yet mountainous road.


    At the mountainous desert landscape overlooking a canyon I somehow took on humanoid form, but still thankfully light enough to ride the wind and not fall to my death. I dove into the canyon- in part to impress the students I''d been guiding, in part to have fun doing consistent spins, flips, and loops in the air.


    Once all the students were in the bus, I returned to glowing, fluid ball form and trailed behind. I get the feeling we, or just I, entered a portal or something; the transition of my surroundings was instantaneous.


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    I was now a human again. I was not on earth. I was now in the fishtank of a world that had its own minimap and invisible borders.


    At least the others around seemed like genuine people with intelligence and not NPCs. There was one feature of the minimap that allowed me to zoom out to display a similar, yet different solar system to the one I would know. I could toggle over to see that status of earth, and it displayed something about being currently uninhabitable.


    Anyways, walking around my new artificially cheery enclosure, I noticed quite a crowd at a site-specific theater. The seats were in a semicircle and were elevated higher the further they were from the stage.


    I walked from behind the stage up the stairs to the right side from my angle, trying to be as inconspicuous as I could. While talking to a group of others in somewhat similar circumstances, they were talking about how openly oppressive their previous worlds were. I mentioned something about not feeling that too much on Earth.


    They turned to look at me with pity. After a pause, some among the group explained that even if they hide it sometimes, beings in power will be using any of us according to their whims.

 A Dream of a Mission and Spontaneous, Uncontrollable Gender Bending (12/19/2023)

    It started with me driving on some countryside road. The shadows were long and the sun was low. I was remembering the Zoology class of my last semester fondly, and thinking I''ve had enough fun that if I just ceased to be it would be fine now.


    An announcement rang somehow, either in my head or in the car, but a mission I had somehow been chosen for had begun.


    In the appearance of some guy with chiseled features and a 5 ¨® clock shadow, I started driving down a dirt road and encountered a couple of people I had to swerve out of the way of; slowing down was not an option.


    Someone had a large quadruped animal of some kind and was almost about to get into a knife fight with whoever else was on the dirt path there. It was probably intended for me to run them over, but I especially did not want to hurt the animal, so I accelerated into the thin line of trees in the island between the two dirt path roads. I simply drove on the other side; the paths were deserted so there really was no issue. After some time passed, I got to my destination and ditched the car.


    A shiny metallic entrance to what was maybe an underground fortress or a portal to another plane was before me.


    I spontaneously rose a little over 2 meters, maybe closer to 7 or 8 feet, into the air. The male form with a five o''clock shadow transformed into one smaller, with the hair on the top of the head growing almost to my shoulders nearly instantly and an absence of hair elsewhere; I''m not sure if that hair receded or simply ceased to be for the transformation, but either way I descend as suddenly as I ascended. Both forms looked like either part of the "upgrade yourself" meme.


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    Continuing on after the sudden sex change, I noticed a woman with long, purple hair and dark features apart from that watching me from closer into the metallic base''s entrance. Getting closer, I noticed that she might have had pink eye; her eyes were outlined by thick eyeliner and the whites of her eyes were either red veins or not quite white.


    She gave an intense stare and mentioned something about me being a "**''"''**''?-walker" too.


    It was implied that she was also subject to spontaneous sex changes, nothing either of us could control at will.


    She either led me, or both of us were called into whatever kind of secret, evil base we had to return to. We returned without anymore conversation, and not before I unfortunately changed back from the female form to the same male one with a five o''clock shadow and muscular physique.


    There were three-part outlets in rows along the ground and humanoid figures plugged into some of them.


    They all faced a man with in a suit with short, white hair who talked about replacing memory space in our actual memories for the recorded deaths of our comrades. Regardless of the reason, having my experiences and life up till now sent enough of a shiver down my spine for me to desperately cling to any excuse to reject the false-memory implant. The white haired, aged business man, who now seemed extremely punchable, rambled on about how much more efficient our unit was now at only the expense of a third of our lives.


    Thankfully he wasn''t checking to make sure we actually inserted the memory overriding devices into ourselves when he was passing them out.

 A Dream with Discord Users Forced to go on a Playdate (1/3/2024)

    When asked where I''d want to go and what I''d want to do after graduation, there was a map that came to mind. Most of the Continental US appeared as a dull brown with some yellow. Only the Hawaiian islands stuck out as a mix of light green and vibrant viridian. My mom liked the answer of me wanting to return to Hawaii, but that didn''t change that I would need to start preparing to go over to a now distant friend''s house.


    Neither of us had talked to the other in more than a few years, but both have stopped doing anything other using Discord excessively unless we happened to be required to perform some unavoidable task like college or work. I was scrambling back and forth at my mom''s sudden orders to pack. Water, phone chargers, even a change of clothes; I didn''t know how long I was going to stay over there for. It was either early in the morning or late at night, either way it was distinctly dark out.


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    My friend''s own mom was the one driving their minivan, letting me know that this wasn''t solely planned out by my mom, but a collaboration from both of ours. The lights on their car flickered, cueing me to assemble my items with even more haste.

 A Dream in a Buffet with a Suplex

    My uncle, a work friend of his, and I traversed some kind of hotel labyrinth in order to meet the rest of my family at a restaurant. The carpet encompassing the entirety of the hotel, save for the vending machine, water fountain, and ice dispenser had a nice, vibrant pattern. We traversed the brightly lit, somewhat decorated turns and dips in the hallways, eventually deciding that an elevator would be warranted.


    Ariake, a Japanese buffet restaurant is where the climax of this took place. As my family, uncle, and his acquaintances got in line and got our hand stamps someone among them mentioned that all the leftovers were placed directly front and center among the food in the hopes that someone would still take them. Hearing this, I went directly for the end of the line and decided to work back from there.


    As I passed to the unoccupied end of the buffet isle, I passed by a caged oval of vegetable supplies. A sign reading "caution, world''s biggest container of corn" was placed on the pet-crate like bars protecting the oval of corn and various other veggies.


    Interestingly, a dozen kittens and parrots alike were using this pet cage domed oval as a jungle-gym, climbing all over in all directions.


    Now finally at the supposedly good food, I stared down most of it with some disappointment. Grabbing a couple of breadsticks, I returned to my place in line at the other end. A somewhat awkward encounter of the cashier asking if I was already paid for ensued, which I leaned over to get my mom''s attention for. She confirmed that I was indeed paid for and that there was a stamp on my hand to prove it.


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    That''s when an extremely thin, tall woman with a dirty blond bob blatantly reached for the wallet in my zippered pocket without warning and with a smile showing to all who watched. Both of us were right in front of the cashier too.


    Surprisingly, force wasn''t enough to pry her arm away from my either backpack or coat pocket. She was not giving up on the outline of a square she couldn''t even see. I, as a guy, ended up suplexing the tall, thin woman unabashedly forcing her hand into my packet for the Mewtwo wallet. Reaching from behind and wrapping my arms around her torso, I launched myself into a backbend.


    My legs were firmly in place; my lower back made a series of refreshing pops.


    My opponent did not get off so lucky. Now both in a bridge position, but instead of holding the weight with my hands, the force was directly launched into my attempted thief''s skull.


    An audible "crunch" rang out with the "crack" and "dang" of the impact.


    Visible just apart from her disheveled, dirty blond bob, the vertebrae of her neck, which was barely inches from my own face and bent too far forward, appeared with surrounding skin being bruised purple, pink, and red.


    The seconds of still, tension filled silence is what I woke up to.

 A Dream about the Unovian Dragon Apocalypse, Lillipup, and Pitbull (1/7/2024)

    I was at home with Lilli, my pet Pokemon. Some others were around too, but Lilli was the important one. She was such a cute Lillipup; she still is cute, but she''s long since evolved from her form as a Lillipup. Her once golden fur has become patchy and white, and the sparkles in her eyes have been covered over by a crusty, milky substance. Age has very much caught up to her.


    That''s why when Zekrom, Reshiram, and Kyurem started their own uninhibited apocalyptic paths of destruction, I decided that I shouldn''t use her to help try to quell their destruction. She''s tired and just wants to rest now.


    Instead, I decided to borrow another family member''s muscular, healthy Pitbull (Snubul.) Officially, Pitbull was a treated as a Snubul, but Pitbull was indeed the four legged dog of the same name. Usually, Pitbull would be on a leash, but I decided I could trust him; I wanted us to have a relationship of shared respect for each other, rather than that of an owner and a pet. Immediately, Pitbull ran off in the opposite direction...


    Pleasing, I chased after the ''mon my relatives had lent me in a halfhearted show that they did not want to see the end of everything and themselves due to the coordinated destruction of rampaging dragon gods. Moreso, their apathy extended to even spending their last moments with Pitbull, a Pokemon they''ve been with since just after he was born.


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    After some time, I chased Pitbull back to the house. Forests had now been reduced to vague stumps. Fish were floating, dead, at the surface of the ocean after whatever extra wide beam Reshiram was indefinitely shooting out passed by, sinking however deep into the depths as it did. I was losing time, and Pitbull wasn''t going to start cooperating fast enough.


    Climbing up the stairs, I ploped myself down on the floor, lying in front of the bookshelf. Staring at the weird titles like "More Sex than a Billionaire," I realized the books weren''t really gonna help me pass the time. Instead, I started sorting a stack of Pokemon cards by HP and type like I''ve done in the past.


    Upon hearing the slightest movement from a family member nearby, I tensed. Putting away the cards, I ended up locking myself in the bathroom. There were a number of dresses and even some hair extension thingies in the bathroom.


    Seeing no reason not to, especially when all life could easily end in an indefinite amount of time, I decided to try on the shiny, feminine clothing. Looking at my face in the mirror caught me off guard; it appeared like it was stretched out horizontally to a noticable extent. There was some makeup I could and would try on too. If my family saw as I passed by and reacted negatively, so be it. It''d be the last time I see them before the dragons end all life anyways. Either that, or I''ll walk back as someone who helped to save the world.


    Deciding that maybe the dragons would actually listen if I showed up not hating myself like usual, and possessing actual intent to not die, I approached Pitbull with new resolve to confront the destroyers.

 A Dream of a Charity for Children鈥檚 Cancer, not-Ms. Frizzles, food, & Pokemon like usual (1/8/2024)

    A man just appeared in my room.


    Balding and moderately fat, he carried a half full trash bag and announced his presence by asking if I had anything to donate for kids with cancer.


    Something like, "oh, ok" was my response.


    We went through my closet and some of my clothes. I chose some barely used board games and clothes that wouldn''t fit anymore to toss into his trash bag; he thanked me and went on his way. His way being downstairs to ask more of my family members if they''d like to donate to kids with cancer.


    I found one more extremely small, elementary schooler sized jacket buried in the depths of my closet, and started to rush down to add to the black donation bag.


    That segwayed into exploring outside in some unfamiliar city. One of the first things I saw was a huge crowd gathered in front of a Walmart; like the guy before, they were collecting items to donate to kids with cancer. From the looks of it, they were extremely successful. Tables stretched from one end of the parking lot to the next with stacks of items and teams of people at each of them. I walked by smiling at the lively, bustling display.


    Continuing on with playing my usual Pokemon go, I found myself at a park with other players nearby, but decided to take a bath around a block and back. I walked past a little shopping center and a school, before it was only the houses of blending neighborhoods that lined the streets.


    Towards the end of the route, I manifested a bike, not to ride, but to lean forward on as I started running. Once I got bored of my weird, little bike-burst, an interesting sight appeared in the Pokemon go over world:


    A Chein-Pao, not named that, but a bad word starting in R flashed on the encounter screen.


    Just as quickly as it appeared though, my phone''s death made sure it disappeared just as quickly. Sighing, I continued on my walk, now able to enjoy the mostly obstructed nature growing around me.


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    Now back at the park, I was able to charge my phone again and open up Pokemon go once more. Oddly, weather boosted Metang were now abundant. Them being somewhat spread out in separate directions made choosing which path to take a little harder; regardless though, I made sure to give the players around me a heads up that the Metang were there.


    Later on, some of the other players and some donation event workers met up to go eat at a restaurant resembling Panda Express in that we were choosing a size of container then picking the selection of Americanized Chinese food. There was rice, spam musubi, veggies, various meats, multiple lo-mein options, and orange chicken next to french fries that I had to go out of my way to look for. All of it was self-serve, yet upon getting to the orange chicken, a worker jabbed a colored, plastic cup nearly into my face with the single word of "tip?" Sighing again, I opened up my wallet to give him a five dollar bill and dropped it in the transparent plastic cup.


    Following that, the hodgepodge group of us sat around the tiny restaurant lobby and enjoyed our lunch.


    ...


    In a likely unconnected dream, I was at a cousin''s house. One of my younger cousins was playing some kind of Pokemon Let''s Go romhack on the TV. He was at the Elite 4 with half his team fainted. Proclaiming that he was now bored, he asked me to take over, which I happily agreed to do.


    The team had over leveled Pokemon with high base power attacking moves without regard for one being a physical or special attacker. The last of the team, a Venusaur who was already knocked into red health went down to a Moltres'' flying type attack. It probably didn''t help that I refused to heal or revive any party members out of nuzlocking habit.


    Victory road is what made me say this was a "Let''s Go romhack;" Pokemon appeared, roaming over grids of grass. More interestingly though, there were locked doors with keys and shaking Gimmighoul chests around the paths.


    This dream ended with collecting four of the correct keys, causing the barred, metal door to light up with a flash of blue-green and a celebratory sound effect.


    That somehow led to another dream, this one a class field trip with a Ms. Frizzles-like teacher. There was a hint of magical presence within the classroom, and some explanations to many questions seemed to either defy common sense or be so foreign that no one could gauge the validity of them, while also somehow being reasonable enough.


    The class took a field trip to an almost abandoned city. Not-Ms. Frizzles led us around, showing the best places and routes within the city to escape to in the event of some chaotic crowd forming. The fact that she found a spot in the city void of life apart from us was unnerving enough that the students were intent to listen to whatever this lesson was.


    Once again in the classroom following the trip, one of the boys in the class started tying fourth dimensional knots with a glowing, string-like material. The rest of the class including myself soon joined in.

 A Dream of a German Emerson IT Class and a Slice of Pizza (1/9/2024)

    In some kind of German immersion IT classroom that seemed closer to being highschool than college. All of us sat in front of a school computer, of which there were maybe 30 along the walls of the classroom and more along the island in the middle of the room. The teacher also had a desk in the corner, a projector sticking out from the ceiling, and the corresponding projector screen.


    Weirdly enough, I happened to sit next to a girl I used to be in multiple high school classes with. That was of course until my computer crashed, and I needed to move to another computer to the right of the classroom. Over here were people I recognized, but that I couldn''t quite put names to the faces for.


    We were working on primarily introductory power points. The prompts were more academic and specifically school related, rather than focused on hobbies. I wasn''t quite sure if the project should be in English or German even after a few students had already shared their slideshow presentations.


    While having some time to work on the PowerPoint, the teacher was nice enough to have apparently had a few loaves of chocolate that we could cut a piece of for ourselves when we wanted. I found out about it''s existence right when there was barely any left, though.


    We had a nap time shortly after.


    Not something to complain about- I happily went along with having the break. With the overhead lights and monitor screens off, I managed to get some rest curled up on the floor.


    It was nice to just take a break and close my eyes; too bad that immediately after we started to present the introductory PowerPoints again. I was convinced they were worth many more points than they were, that and I still wasn''t sure of the criteria. It was almost lunch time and I hadn''t been asked to present yet.


    "Is there anyone who hasn''t shared their''s yet?" the teacher called out.


    With that, just me and a different girl sitting nearby raised our hands. She went first. There wasn''t much on her slides, similar to mine. The previous power points had had music embedded and looked too nearly polished for the time we had to work on them. Her''s had neither, and being the one to come before mine was somewhat of a relief even if mine would be comparatively scuffed.


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    Finally on my turn, I stood at an angle I was self conscious of, not wanting to face away from the audience, but also needing to read the slides to be able to get through this. It began with a picture that looked like it could have been from the later end of an elementary school math classroom. I described that and which elementary school I went to, a couple things following that, liking animals and Zoology, and lastly Pokemon.


    Although, before it could get to a Pokemon slide, the screen froze on a transition slide with a gif of a My Little Pony character with a speech bubble with something like "and up next, we have:" or "and now for the fun part" for an uncomfortably long 3 or 4 seconds as I fumbled around with the remote, desperate for anything else to be displayed on the screen.


    Post class presentation embarrassment, there was at least the mercy of the class ending to go have lunch.


    I zoomed out of whichever section of the school we were in, in a speedwalk B-lining for the cafeteria. I made sure not to be in the closest section of the multistory eating space. Climbing up the stairs, I finally eased my tensed body slightly as I looked at some food options.


    Settling on a single slice of decent looking pepperoni pizza, I gave the poor worker a look, somewhat of an unintentional scowl, when he said the single slice would be 10 dollars. Putting my debit card back, I decided to pay in cash instead, if only to use the $10 bill in my wallet.


    That also didn''t quite work out because the cafeteria worker just rounded up from eight-something dollars and didn''t bother mentioning that before hand.


    Exasperated, I just took the change and pizza slice, and strode off again. Now in the hall upstairs outside of the cafeteria, I looked at the dollar bill he had given me along with the singular quarter and Penny. It had a "1" on it, but that "1" was followed by two zeros!


    He''d given me a one hundred dollar bill by mistake!


    Deciding that the encounter had already played out and that the money was now mine, it got stashed away in my wallet.


    Nearly skipping, I took a stroll around the school before finding my way back to the cafeteria to finish off my slice of pizza. Never resting or stopping to sit, I ate as I walked, combing through the rows of tables in search of someone I already knew and wouldn''t mind talking too.


    Eventually, I found a classmate from the class I enjoyed in the previous semester. I stopped by to talk for barely a minute before continuing on, munching on my pizza as I went.

 A Dream of a Curtain-filled Castle (1/12/2024)

    I was exploring an unfamiliar urban area at dusk. I made my way to a Wegmans-esque high end supermarket. My mom and one or two of her friends were also nearby for this trip.


    Tasked with getting the car from wherever it happened to be and drive it over to the entrance, I started walking to my left, the direction I was pointed in. Only, I made a bit too much of a detour. I passed by an outdoor public bathroom, curious to see "why?"


    There were rows of sinks for anyone to use, although they were mostly covered by plastic bags for maintenance apparently. A number of the bags over the sinks had Pokemon Center designs on them, one in particular being an Ampharos that kept popping up. There were urinals with not too much privacy and stalls with at least *slightly* more privacy to them; again, nothing here had a roof.


    Moving onwards, I entered some middel-European castle without hassle. Walking down the publicly accessable hallway, I looked at the extravagant, velvet curtains segmenting off different sections of the wall to my right. A number of the theater sized curtains had a country''s flag or symbol on them.


    One was pure red except for a questionable not-Nazi symbol. The one following that was also almost pure red, but with a symbol for either Albania  or Austria  on it.


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    Getting to the end of the huge designed curtain hall, I turned to my right to see more red velvet in the form of a wide, long staircase that was blocked off by a red, fuzzy ropes. Also to my right, past the in accessable stairs, was another row of even more excessively large, decorated curtains.


    Finally deciding on peaking behind one of the curtains, I saw a human sized "gila monster" although it more closely resembled a water monitor or komodo dragon based on its side. The lizard had, yet again, pure scarlet red scales.


    For whatever reason, the venomous, giant red gila monster and I thought it would be a good idea to lie down and cuddle each other for a bit. With as relaxing as that was, I fell asleep. Waking up, I realized I still needed to get the car for my poor mom who was waiting at the supermarket entrance with the groceries, although hopefully by now another of the group would have gotten a car for her. I was the only one with the keys to our car though...


    It was now very dark out, apart from the street lights and bright castle drowning out almost any other light source, that is. Leaving the castle, passing the outdoor public bathrooms that now had some activity and a few more of the plastic Ampharos bags missing, and scanning the expanse of parking lot, I renewed my search for the car. I don''t think I ever found it...

 A Dream of Various Characters at the Northern Water Tribe (1/14/2024)

    It started with Avatar the Last Airbender''s Sakka encountering Suki on a round, miniature ice skating platform on a small bridge.


    Suki made a comment alluding to wanting to be a couple, and that set the otherwise oblivious Sakka off.


    Pearl from Steven Universe had to cut that short, however. She, being in a team with Sakka, asked him to leave so she could talk to Suki alone. Disheartened, Sakka obliged.


    That, near instantly, transitioned to both Sakka and Pearl traversing the icy terrain on the outskirts of town, gathering materials and any sort of information for their mission, with Sakka questioning Pearl about why his fun was so quickly interrupted. Pearl revealed that she sensed something wrong with Suki, and potentially the whole town along with her, something potentially involving a connection to some form of reptile. The duo, as they were discussing this, were breaking large mounds of ice, potentially the tip of glaciers, in motions resembling Link in Breath of the Wild- Tears of the Kingdom.


    Disheartened a bit, Sakka asked the other to be a little more considerate and not risk messing up the landscape too much. Pearl though, ended up going at shattering the ice a little harder than necessary, causing a spread of ominous spiderwebing beneath them to start.


    Both started skating across the shards of platform that they could, jumping over Arctic waters as they needed. Unfortunately, doing so in close enough proximity awakened giant glacier beings as boss music began. The giant glacier beings looked somewhat like a mix between an Avalugg, a loaf of bread, and an earthworm, an oligochaete worm. They were transparent, icy blue with the metameric body plan of a worm, but with a bread shaped cross-section instead of a rounded one.


    Luckily, a drawn out encounter with those seemed avoidable, as the two opted to skate by with haste.


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    The platforms inevitably ran out, forcing the two to swim the final distance in the frigid bay. No longer Sakka and Pearl, Mario and Bowser now needed to avoid the rectangular not-Thwamp connected by a chain to a similar hugely sized wrecking ball.


    The might of the metallic bodies above the two lost it''s will to remain suspended in air. Iron CRASHED, sending Bowser, who I was in the perspective of, and Mario, who had already started diving down diagonally in an attempt to escape the being of metal''s destruction, plummeting further into the depths.


    Launched over 10 meters, 30 feet, directly down, both with barely any air left in their lungs after the sudden, immense force. Mario more easily started his ascent to breath again. With some extra flailing, a panicked Bowser did the same.


    The sentient rectangle and sphere bound together by a chain now seemed to be content to pursue the two while floating at and beneath the surface of the waters. Luckily, they were along the edge of a brick wall, all the duo needed to do now was get to the climbing platform that resembled stairs at first glance.


    Bowser though, fortunately or unfortunately swam too far and found himself backed into a corner of the brick wall with the metallic shapes closing in. That did at least allow for Mario to start climbing when both trying to at once would not have been possible with their pursuers. Successfully diving under this time, Bowser managed to arrive at the climbing platform as well, escaping the unrelenting, water bound rectangle and sphere.


    Mario, apparently finding now to be the perfect time to ask, asked Bowser if there was any sort of present that he would want. Not seeming to understand, Bowser replied with a "how is that relevant right now?"


    Unable to comprehend or even think of a desirable item, Bowser continued to make gradual climbing progress. He was slowing though- until it came to him- her


    With closed eyes, the crown materialized within Bowser- Bowsette''s mind, one of gold and rounded pink with black, oval eyes.


    The large carapace reduced. The plastron vanished entirely. Bright hair flowed, and scales revealed peach skin.


    Now in a form much better suited to climbing, Bowsette and Mario managed to climb their way to the Northern water tribe town once more.

 A Dream of Pokemon Trainers Placed in Paradox Peril (1/17/2024)

    Today started with finding myself in a paradox time loop trapped in the same space too, with three others.


    Penny, Agravain(?), and someone else, were all there when I spawned in to join them as well. Maybe one of them was Brock. Maybe I was Brock?


    One of them, the leader who looked more like a combination of Steven Stone and Griffith from Berserk than Agravain now, gave me an info dump on the current reality. That included how grass types and plants in general work in wherever or whatever this was. All plants had a slimy, viscous film coating then, with a very prosperous microbiome.


    After showing that I understood by first scooping some of the green goop with my pinky finger- then again with the next finger over after sterilizing it with a tiny flame, since the pinky sample wasn''t good enough, I was let into the crew of people trapped in this pocket dimension horror officially.


    A more Griffith than Steven now gave a passionate speech about how he wants to be king of the "___" (pirates?), with sparkly eyes that seemed very much like Luffy''s.


    We were in a house and seemingly couldn''t escape. Oddly though, we had a decent view of the ocean beneath the steep cliffside below.


    It was when the four of us started eating dinner together that the incident happened.


    From outside the glass window emerged the blue titan with glowing red, still looking excessively large from the distance where another human would look like an ant.


    With no more warning, we found ourselves launched into the opposite wall or worse. The impact of pressurized water left us all injured, some worse than others, one or two in a bloody splatter.


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    That''s when the time reversion became apparent; I was able to relive that scene and warn the others to take cover when the Kyogre made their appearance again.


    I took cover, ducking behind the kitchen counter, minimizing damage, but still managing to temporarily lose access to movement in my arm. There was a sizable indent in my left shoulder blade from being thrown into the folding, sliding kitchen cabinet doors. Now that the four of us weren''t quite having fun with our situation anymore, our broken selves huddled in the living room, further away from the kitchen and the sea outside, to discuss how to approach the escape of our current reality.


    ...


    Later on but before that in the sense that it might have been a prequel to the previous dream, Gary/Blue/Green Oak, who may have been Agravain/Steven/Griffith/Luffy''s new form was in a grassy field on the same cliff, overlooking the same bay and beyond as those of us who would later on be trapped in the house.


    Gary was petting his relaxed Charmander calmly. A gentle breeze in the direction of the water was present too.


    When Gary got up though, the bush behind him contained three crouching members of team rocket; Jessie, James, and Meowth all sprung to action upon Gary''s involuntary sound at seeing them.


    Charmander took a stance between the villains and his new trainer, as the Rockets sent out a Donphan leveling in the mid 40s. Needless to say, Charmander was not winning that fight. Gary ordered they retreat while not taking their eyes off their assailants.


    The duo of trainer and Pokemon managed to arrive the cliff, but a psychic barrier prevented Gary from falling into likely death below.


    The meddling Rockets had his Charmander now, but Gary was now hiding between roots of a massive tree that somehow hadn''t fallen from it''s not-fully-grounded position on the cliffside. He was ready to launch a counter attack with his unlikely new ally, Iron Valiant.


    Devolving into the epic battle of Valiant vs. Valiant, (Team Rocket inexplicably managed to acquire one too,) the dream ended.

 A Dream Involving All Might, an Amusement Park, and Dudunsparce (1/17/2024)

    Half-woken up upon hearing snow being shoveled outside, that became an audience''s standing ovation for something a T-posing or Y-posing for something a guy standing in a light grey void deadpanned.


    "¥»¥Þ¥¨" was the new protagonist of My Hero Academia. Hiding inside. of an elementary school quickly being flooded, she crammed herself into a very tight crevice of an art supplies closet.


    Soon though, the rising water started to recede as All Might walked into the room, noticing the curled up and shivering girl who almost trapped herself in-between walls. The smiling All Might then gave the equivalent of, "ok, you''re the chosen one now."


    "¥»¥Þ¥¨" might have had similar interactions to early Grace from I will Touch the Skies, especially with a dark blue-grey haired "Pauline" in a maid dress approaching her with rage. "Pauline" owned a fuzzy looking Zweilos and another Pokemon to her side, as she started belittling the suddenly flabbergasted blond girl for being unfair.


    At one point or another, there was a masterpiece of an art mural on the whiteboard of one of the school''s classrooms, one that another person had given the golden stamp of [¥»¥Þ¥¨] in the top left corner. Seeing the art, a passing janitor decided "nah." He didn''t give a second thought in leaving the art up, and walked from one door of the room to another.


    The door leaving the classroom led to a bustling set of stairs, leading to presumably the metro, with dressed up adults rushing in all directions. With that instant teleportation, the janitor continued on.


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    ...


    That, at some point transition into being at an amusement park on a somewhat-too-sunny day. ¥»¥Þ¥¨ was getting hungry and decided on buying a chocolate ice cream sandwich with m&m cookies as the bread part. Finishing that, she got in line for a rollercoaster that looked fun. Not that it''d be too fun after having already started flying on her own Pokemon, but it would still be worth doing.


    The rollercoaster had a theme of "Flying Komala" or something similar. Most of the seats were empty, but a handful were occupied by kids or teenagers all slightly younger or significantly younger than her. On the ride, ¥»¥Þ¥¨ closed her eyes, feeling that not knowing which ways the ride would fling her would be a far more exciting way to ride; it certainly was.


    As the seats released the riders, one of the younger girls, who had apparently been watching ¥»¥Þ¥¨ who had her eyes closed on the ride, with awe.


    Asking how she could do that, the silhouette of a Dudunsparce briefly eclipsed the sun, gently arcing slithering patterns in the sky with its tiny wings. Dudunsparce wasn''t a common Pokemon; seeing it, many amusement park goers paused at the unusual sight.


    ...


    And then in a state of half trying to remind myself of the course of events of the dream and half still dreaming, I was Jaiden Animations drawing the scene of the ice cream stand before a blue, steel dome structure that led to the rollercoaster. The concrete tiles were clean and even. The overpowering sun blaring at the peak of the dome was the main focus of the image.


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 A Dream of too much Discord and Asexual Reproduction (?) (1/18/2024)

    In the endless flow of text on discord, there was some discussion about someone''s work being much better than another person''s. I replied to someone with @baiting or @-someone, baiting. Although, in retrospect, with the flow of the conversation it felt more likely that I was the one baiting by accusing someone of clearly not baiting of baiting.


    The conversation then shifted to the one good aspect of living in (specific county) was that there were free books anyone could just take scattered all around the area.


    ...


    I had Pokemon cards being organized all across the living room floor. I was sorting common-looking cards by subtle differences in their quality in addition to looking at their type, HP, set, and rarity.


    It was dark and snowy out. Lilli, my doggie knocked to come back inside from out in the backyard.


    Somehow with her old age, she managed to trudge down the stairs and climb right back up within seconds.


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    Weird, but it was nice to see her so full of life. I let her back in and she plopped down into the living room that was covered in Pokemon cards everywhere.


    Of course it was next to her bed, not on it, that she decided to lie down on. I quickly began moving and trying not to have the cards under her bend or otherwise be damaged as I removed them.


    Then I turned my head. To my left was another Lilli-sized pile of her fur, her golden silk. She was shedding a lot lately, but this was more than a bit much. Cautiously reaching out to touch the pile of fur between the couch and the coffee table, she was still Lilli.


    Lilli had reproduced asexually? Did she undergo fission or budding in the short period of time that she went out into the snow for? Was it because she started getting older and shedding more recently? I had too many questions, but I started petting both Lillis in my daze, as they were both in reach.


    ...


    There was also something involving looking up at the TV also in the living room. It seemed to always have Jeopardy or some other gameshow on, unless it was an old western instead. Trivia was playing now. One geography question was on a specific town''s gym leader I hadn''t heard of before, who happened to be a ground type specialist. The next question was asking about a nickname for the Australian outback. I verbally replied "Australia''s backyard," not knowing if that was even close to what the answer was, but I started to fantasize about battling the ground type gym leader.

 A Dream of Hotels Lacking Structural Stability (1/20/2024)

    With something visualized as a power switch, I entered a virtual void in dark mode, there was only the mirrored grids, creating horizontal planes above and below. It was me and one other person in the void. I approached them. They were fairly friendly and excited to be exploring whatever this was; we speculated that a glitch in VR chat or something led us here.


    Still in the endless, gridded void, I looked down to see my purple wallet still in my hands, there was a switch at the bottom of it. I flicked it.


    There was the option to toggle the binary switch on a physical Mewtwo wallet, which I did. That turned off my NB form? Those are the words that were said at the time.


    ...


    My family and I were staying at either an unconventional hotel or some kind of Airbnb. The building was cube shaped, rising maybe 5 or 6 stories tall. We made our way to the top two floors. I peaked into one of the larger rooms. There was a row of beds on the left and a couple of wooden framed bunk beds on the right. For whatever reason, I scanned the ceilings, staying alert for dark spots or trying to see how I would get access to the attic or roof. Little did I know that the room I''d be sleeping in would make me not exactly want that.


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    The "room" was a tiny bit of flat floor before a clear, glass bridge extended out the side of the building. Covering the distance of over a third of the active highway below. I could feel the abominable structure creaking and swaying in the wind. Despite the building looking to be spacious enough to sleep anywhere else, my parents assured me that sleeping in the shaking glass arc over the highway was completely safe, although not very private. They left for their own room. I lied down near the apex of the arc, closer to the side of the building, not wanting to increase the likelihood of falling to my car crash related death by sleeping further out.


    ...


    I was walking along the sidewalk of a very urban area. Hotels rising well over 10 stories into the blue and slightly cloudy sky towered over me. I was still malding about how the government had decided to not fully rebuild the bridge between buildings for the sake of a structurally sound building, and instead had a sizable arc of floor hanging off the top of the building, over the highway.


    When I looked up again during the walk, ladders from both buildings shot out from all levels of both huge hotels. Families scurried to escape. I watched a man either jump or fall from roughly 15 stories or more up to his likely death, jerking my head away a split second before the impact rang out. Within the span of sickeningly long minutes, his wife was crawling him in her arms as their child stood slightly off to the side. He was still conscious, although very much looked to be in pain.


    I''m pretty sure I just continued walking on after confirming that I heard someone calling for an ambulance nearby.


    At some point there was a VR avatar(?) or character creation of a shiny Lopunny with a light blue background having settings like ear-fur-hair and tail size and color being toggled. Hatsune Miku hair was one of the options along with straight, blond hair that touched the floor.

 A Dream of Battling Monsters (1/21/2024)

    I was a man among others of a specialized task force confronting a large humanoid being around 20 feet or 6 meters tall. I say confronting, but our usual methods of confrontation were rendered useless for a powerful hominoid of this nature. The giant wasn''t just physically adept, it had a grasp of powers the team, nor myself could fully comprehend.


    The team was degraded to hiding behind a ring of brush, weaving around the brittle bushes to avoid capture from the hostile giant resembling a man. The bushes were surrounding a baseball field-like area that the team had led the hostile entity to, flat with a sandy surface. Unfortunately, I wasn''t swift enough- or maybe I was just the one among the group that caught the giant''s interest.


    I was "yoinked" from behind the covering of bush, with a single hand even. I soon realized that some struggle would be a waste of energy; the large, clawed fingers gripped tightly around and into my waist.


    The being started to question me on various topics, most of which I couldn''t answer. My teammates may even need to be the ones to finish me off if I did end up blabbing anyways. Over the course of nary a minute, my limited responses proved not to satisfy my captor.


    I was, instead of yoinked, yeeted into the air at about the same elevation an airplane would fly at.


    Somewhat dazed with ringing ears, staring at the expanse of land below, I instinctively positioned my body to be nearly flat, creating as much resistance to falling in the air as possible. Able to use my training on aerodynamics and skydiving to effectively angle my descent towards a lake, I twisted my wrists, allowing my body to turn, and tilted myself down towards the lake as well. It was surrounded by an arid environment, but it would have to do.


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    As I rapidly approached the lake, I realized too late that I would not be landing in the water.


    A dull thud, just barely 6ft off from the water, rang through my body with some crunching.


    I had a row of hearts suddenly vanish. The few that remained slowly began to degrad too, as I feablly draged my prone body to the water.


    Once in the water, I could recover. I laid there for some time before realizing the creature that had thrown me had either already "dealt with" the rest of my squad or had simply prioritized pursuing me for some unknown reason.


    I had also chosen this lake in particular to land in, or attempt to land in anyways, for a reason. The mystic cave, with glowing, ambient crystals of various colors imbedded in the rock was not too far off. If I could make it there, I could reset my existence, start over as a new student or trainer.


    I began to limp my way towards the cave where fairies were rumored to reside, acutely aware of the ever louder sound of sprinting in the distance.


    Once inside the cave lit by a rainbow of colors from all directions, I visualized a new start.


    ...


    I was a girl, who had just been given a Jigglypuff as a starter Pokemon. This Jigglypuff wore a straw hat with a blue ribbon and didn''t seem to dislike me, which was good.


    Able to jump 6 times in the air, I watched as my new starter bounced and floated her way first to a platform to rest on, and then all the way to our new dorm.


    Once inside the room, and when I was researching current events loosely related to my mission in the previous incarnation, a "den mother," who functioned as essentially an RA, a resident advisor, let herself into my room and sat on my bed, explaining the rules of the dormitory to me.

 A Dream of Shapeshifting into Animals and Encountering Roosevelt (1/23/2024)

    Adrift at sea again, I was barred entry from another country. There''s some sort of multinational system for recording crimes, but what I did wasn''t that. I tried to travel somewhere, relax for a bit once on land, and maybe talk to someone else. The first offense was initiated by my shape shifting; I''m a little similar to Nimona or Beast Boy from Teen Titans, allowing me to take the form of various animals. The following offenses were added on when I even set foot in a country, alerting authorities immediately. Maybe I could have confronted the first few and explained the situation, but I''ve fled on sight too many times now. My record of criminal "trespassing" is too large now.


    Tonight was a deep, dark blood moon. I *needed* to get to shore. *Need* because the creatures not of this world, not Animalian, would be re-emerging; they''d be materializing from seemingly nothing. Black mist would form their very real physical bodies. It also did not help my criminal record that I''d appear in tandem with these monster out brakes... It was for my own safety though!


    Shuddering at the thought, I took the form of a sea turtle, hoping that form would be enough to fend off the first few strikes of a beast, should I be targeted.


    It was beyond dusk now. Light pollution was minimal, so the stars were vibrant and clear. The blood moon would have looked beautiful among them if it didn''t instill so much fear into the living. As the sounds of the shore grew closer, there was a distinct lack of seagulls- gulls or terns.


    I breached the surface, scanning the sand and nearby waters between the waves. My fins carried me as fast as I could drag myself. I didn''t want to alert the beings of malice by taking another form. There were a couple of wispy silhouettes of shadow forming already.


    Once a town bell rang out, fires from torches and potentially otherwise were lit. The humans were ready to fend off the monsters. That left me a chance to take the form of a human and run into town while they had more appetizing prey to pursue.


    I ran far into town, finding myself in someone''s backyard. Again, I was like Beast Boy. My skin had an irremovable green tint to it, and I was wearing a similar purple and black bodysuit.


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    Instead of attempting to explain myself, and have some encounter where the signal coming off of my body takes priority over words, I decided to lie down in the relative safety of the yard, keeping my eyes open for hostile entities, while pretending to be asleep.


    The town was successfully defended. I got to sleep peacefully for a time. When I woke up though, I was in a room of thick wood with vertical bars of metal over a window. Seeing that I''ve awoken, a man resembling Theodore Roosevelt, a man I knew did a lot of hunting, but one I hoped wasn''t him, knocked on the door.


    He obviously knew of my record. Thankfully, he didn''t execute me on the spot; instead, he calmly asked questions, to which I explained the numerous misunderstandings regarding my several entrees of entering countries, usually for my own temporary safety before being driven out by unrelenting law enforcement.


    Surprisingly, Roosevelt seemed disinterested in my history, instead he asked for help fighting a rival group fighting for control of the town and nearby settlements. Somehow, I agreed to join him.


    Taking the form of an archer fish, I flanked the wooden steamboat. A creature resembling a Nopon, a fuzzy, round animal with prehensile ears, swam on the right, as we gradually progressed down the river with forest encompassing all that surrounded us.


    We were looking out for an enemy ambush for the most part, and I did my job. Alerting the others to an enemy chameleon attempting to blend into the bark of a riverside tree, I shot my bursts of water out it it repetitively. The chameleon unable to move in its daze, was spotted by the crew.


    A battle between two groups ensued. One side launching a number of arrows before I could spit water into their eyes with pinpoint accuracy, the other speeding up their ship and responding with a few arrows of their own. One of the elders of the ambushing group was hit fairly bad. Her granddaughter rushed to her side, eventually staring vengefully through me.


    Her words were along the lines of "I didn''t think you''d go for the kill," which really left me feeling awful.


    Still, we progressed onwards. I had transformed into a levitating Mew at this point. Sakka-Robin apparently joined the crew on the steamboat, as I filled him in on the course of events up to now. It wasn''t long before we arrived at the source of light pollution, a technologically advanced, highly crowded home. A party occured as Roosevelt, Sakka, the rest of the crew and I decided to join in, with the exception of the Nopon who was tired from swimming.


    Within the very wooden house, the people were celebrating access to a sudden wave of new inventions and prosperity. One man was trying on a mix of foundation, contour, and lipstick. Someone was repeatedly shooting a T-shirt cannon. Things felt resolved, and the dream ended.

 A Dream of Confusing Time-VR-Reincarnation Shenanigans and Sledding Over Bear Burrows (1/28/2024)

    There was some whole reincarnator  getting reincarnated into the body of someone that the reincarnator very much admired, who ended up being them from the future of the reincarnator''s personal timeline. They had somewhat of a "flew too close to the sun moment:" Approaching their oshi, a performer standing above others from within a crowd, the person they would later become- they fell down from the platform they had climbed. Instead of landing, two magnetic hover-vehicals that were already on a collision course for each other had an extra, bloody flesh barrier to absorb the impact.


    That''s when the reincarnator traveled from one body to another. From there, they either journeyed into a different reality, or maybe just started playing some game resembling VR chat.


    ...


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    The snow was mostly gone, but there was still barely enough compacted into the hillside to consider sledding. There was an orange, plastic sled buried underneath some layers of snow at the top of the hill near the sidewalk.


    A small group of others nearby were talking. They didn''t pay me much mind as I descended down the somewhat slushy slope. I say descended down, but it was more diagonal. My path b-lined over some uneven, feces covered terrain, and straight into the thick, single tree nearby with a thud.


    Content with not doing that again, I was warned by someone in the group nearby that there were bears nearby. Not only that, but the feces that had now been blended into the snow was from a bear. Even more worrying, apparently they were hibernating underground in the "uneven terrain" that I had just slid- (sledded?) over.


    Now with caution, I made light, designate steps around the underground den in an attempt to not disturb the bears'' slumber anymore than I already had. The group did the same as we all made our way back up to the street.


    One of their parents hurried down the street to get us away from the area. I was assigned to putting various plastic poop bags into a larger plastic bag as we fled.

 A Dream of a Soldier, an Assassin, and a Family (1/30/2024)

    Two different factions/clans/small armies were in the same location. They weren''t planning on meeting the other there, but the atmosphere was tense. Each soldier had uniformity in their stance and armor; the two generals from either party resembled somewhat colorful Fire Emblem characters. Each group had one male and one female general.


    Some soldiers tensed in combat stances until one general from both sides decided on a ceasefire. The other two generals were either undecided on what to do, or didn''t want to agree to peace in this scenario so easily.


    One of them was quickly vindicated- without any indication, his aorta was cut. The general slumped to the floor as the soldiers under his command tensed once more. An invisible force started to dance among the forces of the same affiliation, more conspicuous in its bloodshed than with the initial attack on the general.


    The squadron was quickly reduced to a sorry state, being in no condition to fight, before a general on the supposedly not hostile party ordered the invisible force to stop. A soldier in dark and sharp Spartan -looking armor reappeared in the gap he left before. The rogue soldier ignored his general''s raged expression and suggested that they "strike now while the opposing party is in no condition to resist."


    Much to the soldier''s chagrin, his general refused to attack. She would honor the ceasefire agreement to the best of her ability despite the catastrophic insubordination.


    ...


    There was some kind of steamboat scene with a bunch of ladders, ropes, and workers climbing tied to those ropes. They were most likely transporting and treating the wounded by bringing them onboard the large vessel(s?).


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    That same soldier went on to become an assassin. One extremely skilled with the abilities to turn invisible, partly intangible, transform himself, *and* transform others. He has been known to wipe out entire armies in chaotic frenzies. The assassin likes that reputation for himself, but with this last squad attacked, there was a survivor, a man who was away for just enough time to go unnoticed by the assassin. The assassin would later pursue him as prey exclusively after learning of his completionist failure.


    The man in question was able to take a break from work to be with his family, consisting of a wife, two daughters, and a large, yellow Labrador doggie. The couple went on a tangent about how a humidifier is extremely desirable and in high demand at the moment before the husband remembered that they owned a Hello Kitty branded one. Assembling the Hello Kitty humidifier, the man looked to various items in his closet- distinctive hats, costumes, coats, knowing each and any of them could be taken and warn by the shapeshifting assassin after his head.


    The assassin had a date he would strike and notified his target as a courtesy. The surviver, husband, and father then went on a journey flying over islands.


    A being''s voice rang out "Regirock."


    Directly below the man a decent ways down, was a rock titan awakening. The man felt enlightened in that moment as well and returned to his home feeling enlightened.


    His family has been transformed into wasps and other similar Hymenopterans. There was one more among them; one of them was the assassin waiting for a chance at taking the man''s life.


    With revulsion at the thought he could be hurting a family member, the man began to wrestle the largest of the insects and pry the stinger off of it.


    ...


    There was also this plot about huge walls on either side of a tiny stretch of barren tundra. Whoever the main character was, was sick or not feeling well for a minute to leave their post on the ice-plated wall, only for the post to be engulfed in an enemy explosion.


    A not exactly enraged, but vindictive, Dragonite flew towards the attacker''s ice slabbed wall, flying against the structure and knocking slabs down across it''s path. Only after the spontaneous action did the the dragon flying type realize the space where it could be bombarded by ice from above and a number of other directions probably was not the best place to be in.

 A Dream of Bizarre Team Composition and Ice Cream Shopping (2/1/2024)

    A team of tiny representative figurines consisted of a Spheal, two Marill before I put one back, a Lombre, Combusken *and* Monferno, and the trainer was considering an Ariados. Instead of Ariados though, the young trainer was given a mystery ball from within a pair of shoes that were too big for him to even attempt to wear. Whatever was in the mystery ball, I''m pretty sure it led to more type overlap within the trainer''s team.


    One of the Marill had water absorb as its ability, the other had an unfamiliar ability that boosted the power of any moves when used underwater or specifically Dive.


    In the communal area between the larger room inside and the outside expanse of route was the entree way. Cubbies of nearly hundreds of pairs of shoes in a number of sizes were there to choose from.


    A character who was part of a team or group similar to the IWTTS cast seemed to be some mix of Louis, Denzel, Wallace the gym leader, and the "I Cannot Stop Twinkling" guy from My Hero Academia. Professor Kukui(?) had a plan for this character to be the member of the group to confront a pair of guys returning from the wild.  Instructed to shout something like "you think poaching is some sort of game!?," as more people would start to filter by the foyer. The rest of the group would come by and back him up.


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    After the nerve wrecking confrontation with the two goons nearly made the blond trainer faint, the group headed out for the route. Lewis was now a separate character from the trainer with mostly a resemblance to the "I Cannot Stop Twinkling" character. The cast of Kalos rivals were mixed among the group as well.


    Serena was leading the party along the beautiful, flower blanketed  route 4. I can''t remember who most of the rest of the group consisted of, but it felt like a full party. The character from before now took the form of a blond Calem with a black hat, and from that black hat was a white, translucent bridal vail extending from both the front and back of the hat.

 A Dream of a Sad Zoology Lab and a Dystopian Kaiju World (2/3/2024)

    There was an earlier on dream of a Zoology lab room being absolutely destroyed by not even "hooligan zoologists," but "delinquents who couldn''t respect dead animals enough to be considered zoologists." The old, sad professor was at a loss with how five of the roughly seven students in his class had desecrated the lives of beings taken for the purpose of studying how and what features they use to exist.


    A tortoise shell shattered, as did one of the last remaining good desks. Papers and other supplies fell to the floor. A couple of the boys started to fling the formaldehyde preserved corpses of marine invertebrates at each other. Feeling sad and guilty myself, I started to attempt to clean and salvage what I could in the chaos, as did the one other student not taken by the maddened craze of the others. She and I somehow led to a few others to stop participating in their class-failing flailing and help with the cleanup. The professor was still sitting in the chair behind his desk, long resigned to the continuation of the disaster. He wasn''t quite sitting in a Shinji pose- his head was resting on the desk, his hands tearing into each other with the force of their grip; regardless, the pose had the same effect.


    ...


    Miles Morales and a civilization dispersed and preyed upon by Kaiju-


    Miles was in a high school. He had a decent reputation among his peers, a less favorable one among his teachers. At one point, he escaped school either during or unrelated to an immediate Kaiju attack. A dark, shiny orb was disguised to resemble a soccer ball. It happened to be the front half of a questionably functioning hover-device. Using a hover-machine that only worked if the two spherical halves stayed in close proximity to each other, Miles took to the air.


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    Escaping his "educational" prison, and clutching the soccer ball knowing his life depended on it, Miles flew over the expanse of hilly plains. A myriad of diverse, cute, and mostly fluffy Kaiju filled the landscape. Some of the more worrying Kaiju to encounter while flying resembled a mix of gremlins, furbies, or Pu from YuYu Hakusho. Ironically, his destination, the next closest human settlement, was placed on the side of a sharp mountain. It''s ironic because mountains that aren''t flat enough to be used for housing or farmland are some of the only areas left for habitat specialists to live on. Careful to avoid any avian or otherwise airborne Kaiju on his flight, Miles steadily approached his destination.


    Upon arriving at the mountainside structure that resembled something akin to a medieval church or castle, Miles was greeted by an old man clad in a hooded tunic. Miles couldn''t tell if the man looked more like a priest or feudal peasant, but the man began referring to Miles as "the prophesized hero." Colored light brightened significantly from the stain glass windows overhead at the moment of the announcement.


    It ended with Miles at some point turning into Link, again from Tears of the Kingdom. He traveled through the air in bursts of movement, riding some sort of device that allowed him to evade the molten spheres of earth, launched in rows of five or more, gracefully arching through the air before causing mass destruction. The projectiles that would easily crush the entirety of Link and his vehicle with their size; however, Link was able to continue evading with ease, despite aim constantly being adjusted directly to him, as he advanced to the source of the projectiles.


    The source of the lightly glowing magma spheres, and the surface he ascended to, was a ping-pong table larger than most mountains, at least relative to Link. Getting to work, Link began sealing up all of the smaller pores in the tubes that had previously been allowing lava to gush out and form magma boulders.

 A Dream of a Form-changing Cauldron, Evil Team Battles, and a Yacht (2/3/2024)

    On the part of the mega yacht full of content creators, I was somehow let in by tagging along behind someone. (After cauldron) (???)


    There was this cauldron with a liquid inside that would alter your physical form to a more desired appearance. A woman submerged herself into the sizzling, yet not hot liquid. She emerged with an almost- no definitely unhealthily thin waist and concerningly large regions above or below. All visible skin was emitting a dazzling reflection.


    There were apparently two cauldrons, one for resembling one gender''s "ideal form" respectively. The presumed witch motioned me towards one; I shook my head and hopped into the other. In the liquid, I visualized with intent to manifest a form I could accept, as I accepted the loss of some parts in exchange for the creation of others.


    I didn''t think things through I guess, either that or parts of my clothes dissolved. Either way, a girl in the surroundings that now happened to be a party crowd was quick to speed over, mercifully wrapping me in a towel. In my new form, I was directed upstairs to go take a shower and hopefully change into someone''s spare clothes after. Slightly paranoid, I coiled an electrical wire through the made of the door and something similar on the wall a few times as an added countermeasure beyond just locking the door. Maybe now I''d finally be able to let myself sing in the shower without my usual, fearful restraint.


    ...


    On the part of a mega yacht full of content creators, I was somehow let in by tagging along behind someone I recognized either as an animation or Pokemon related YouTuber. He made a shooing motion with his hand; to which, I responded with a curt nod and abrupt pivot to the right. I was considering trying to use the bathroom but received a comment for attempting to enter one, and wasn''t going to attempt to enter the other. I left in search for a less populated area.


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    Now having escaped the crowd I had attempted to join, I had a still sizable boat on the larger ship to myself. Noticing a darkly dressed group of maybe five rush to the boat I was on, I started locking all the doors and even the blinded windows as I found a place within the vessel on a larger vessel to hide.


    I chose not to hide under, but beside the bed in a tight crevice obscured by futon cushions. I laid in wait. A window was shattered. Four of them resembled Team Aqua grunts, while the fifth resembled an intimidating Omega Ruby, Alpha Sapphire Archie. All of which had a dark, navy blue uniform, almost black but still distinctly blue.


    With my unobstructed view of them, I realized it wasn''t long until I was spotted myself. Thinking to myself, to no avail: "this is a dream, so I can just make another cushion appear and hide myself better, right!?"


    In my panicked state, Archie seemingly sensed the fear as his eyes darted to meet mine. A fight and chase with his four goons played out, as I ran around the boat.


    Actually, I''m remembering now that instead of a boat on a ship, I might have just yoinked one of Aqua''s hostages and jumped overboard to swim to a side of the large river we were in; Team Aqua did not like that. They pursued in a comically tiny raft-sized ship as I held the hostage with my legs and paddles with my arms in a sort of backwards butterfly stroke. The hostage managed to disappear at the heavily windowed boat to battle Team Aqua on, I guess.


    Anyways, the encounter ended with Archie having turned into a tablet, and myself swooping in to shatter said tablet with over-the-shoulder force into the wooden deck. Parts splintered off into the brackish waters, shards of glass somehow found their way to being embedded in the right side of my mouth, causing my gums to become a mess of coagulated blood as I attempted to slowly remove the shards. The Aqua grunts stood purposelessly without command from their leader now.


    The hostage, who evidently resembled Team Galactic''s Mars, attempting to either say something profound or trauma dump to myself, who now resembled IWTTS Grace, but I didn''t really hear what she said.

 Various Smaller Dreams (2/06/2024 to 2/14/2024)

    (2/06/2024)


    Earlier on, there was a dream about hiding in various neighborhood houses inside of a GBA graphics style world. I guess a "speedup button was pressed occasionally because of the bursts where time would rapidly pass by; items would spawn in and out of existence across a number of tiles. A golden Pokeball appeared in the over world of the room for a split second during sped up time, but was quickly replaced by the usual Pokeballs appearing and disappearing. Rocket grunts acted as a force occupying the GBA sprite town that I would hide from. Usually, I''d be cramming myself into a corner of one of the identical looking houses, which formed grid-like rows and columns.


    ...


    My mom asked if I had "Comp," my class at 9:55am. With it being 9:45, the class time was 10 minutes away. I responded that I didn''t know, but that I would check.


    There was indeed class, with a filled out "I read the syllabus" form due too. My greatest hope was to drive over and run, hoping that I wouldn''t be too irredeemably late. I was still new to the campus the class was on, so I wasn''t too confident in knowing where I could or couldn''t park.


    ...


    (2/08/2024)


    I body swapped with someone. The person who was in my body was complaining how deformed and hairy my back was. It looked like the entire surface was covered in a layer of poison ivy rash.


    ...


    (2/10/2024)


    There was an extremely muscular guy trapped in some kind of barrier within the Distortion World or a similar place. The man attempted to ram the barriers multiple times to little effect. His team of 6 non psychic or dark low level little guys wouldn''t help much either.


    Having felt defeated, he sat on the moon-like surface, illuminated faintly by purple and red.


    The Legends Arceus shiny sound awakened something in the overly muscular man; he sent out his Joltik (or found a new Joltik friend) before turning to the potential source of the noise, a Ralts staring him down.


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    The next scene was Ralts poking into the barrier alongside the bodybuilder attempting to work alongside Ralts to pry open a hole in the barrier he now knew was formed by the powerful Alakazam. It shattered.


    ...


    There was also this vague Hogwarts & Harry Potter-esque plot of a student who resembled Harry drawing seed-like near circles on a whiteboard using a seafoam green Expo marker. He was deep in thought on if he would really need to sacrifice himself along with three of his closest friends in order to save everyone else or not.


    ...


    (2/12/2024)


    I was in a nuzlock competition, teamed up with four others. I spent some time fumbling around with the settings, having been stuck with slow text for an uncomfortable amount of time. I also clicked on a button that looked like it was "mobile" mode as opposed to "sitting at a table mode." Whatever the difference was there, I was unaware of it. We were all separate, but running the same game, either Heart Gold or Soul Silver- actually, despite having the Johto player sprite, we had Sinnoh starters.


    My starter was a Chimchar that was egregiously over leveled to the point where it was an *Infernape by either the first or second gym.I led with a level 6 Mankey- died to a crit against Onix''s Rock Throw. I sent out the Infernape powerhouse despite being over the level cap. Because it was over the level cap though, Infernape has been reset to level 1, and I guess got to level 3 again somehow.


    I wiped. At least it was earlier on and salvageable; I was fairly distracted from the game earlier on. Now though, I could give more attention to the challenge and make up for my previous poor playing- that is assuming I''m allowed to restart. I didn''t see my save file among the other''s.The three save files were formatted as (Real Name) - (Trainer Name) with mine being gone. I didn''t know if trying to start another save would cause problems like potentially overriding the other saves or not.


    ...


    That and there was another one where I became outcasted from most of my family. I sought out my lesbian cousin and her girlfriend since they were also outcasts from the rest of the family.


    ...


    (2/14/2024)


    There was one where I watched one of several tanks as in whatever well funded and maintained facility I was in as a crab and duling a mini crabrawler were swallowed while by a third resident of the tank. I want to say that third aquatic resident of the tank was another crustacean, but that really wouldn''t make sense with having swallowed the other two whole. You could still see the two dueling, flailing inside of the tank.


    A little worried that maybe that wasn''t supposed to happen, I got the attention of the closest responsible-looking adult, Albert Einstein Attenborough.


    Attenborough was hard at work at a standing computer desk that I''ve seen professors sometimes use; *(I don''t remember if it actually happened in the dream at this point or not, but it would be fun to say he was editing a video about Clodsire.)*


    I made my inquiry about if it was okay that one resident of the tank eating the other two at once, and very likely hurting itself from the inside in the process given the lack of much of a side difference between the three. Albert Attenborough reassured me that, although it was sad to see, we shouldn''t interrupt their respective struggles to survive. The one having engorged itself on the other two would likely go without food for months after having devoured the dueling Crustaceans.


    I began to ask Professor Attenborough more questions about animals in general, which he seemed happy to answer. The only thing was others who were my age or younger were starting to line up to ask Albert Einstein Attenborough whatever questions they had as well.

 A Dream of Powerful Humanoid Creatures Bonding (2/14/2024)

    I was some kind of different humanoid species. I had red hair down to around my shoulders and looked androgenous, or may have actually been hermaphroditic.


    I apparently lived in the same large building with gothic architecture as almost an entire civilization. The outside environment always had a thick blanket of cloud and looked pretty dull. I was close to where the either pre, or elementary school was.


    At one point it was thundering pretty bad and one of the toddler aged kids was getting close to an open window as I somehow felt a lightning strike approaching that exact spot. With the apparent superhuman speed and perception, I was able to dash between the strike and the 2 to 3 year old; the lightning struck my hand as opposed to the little child''s. I was staring out at all the birds under some trees out the window at that time.


    Later on, in that same dream, a powerful trio came approaching our community castle like building by sea, each on a separate wooden ship.


    For whatever reason, I took it up on myself to approach them, by air since I could also fly now. A battle between us broke out and I thought I was able to eliminate all three of them, but once I got back home, one of the attackers was sitting on a bunk bed in the children''s room eating popsicles with no regard for spilling it on the top bed below him.


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    Using the children as a hostage, the guy with a goatee, pointed ears, and pale skin had us walk into another room to talk.


    That ended up with us both sitting on my bed and just talking until the dream was over.


    ...


    This one involved looking around at temperatures across a weather map of Japan to potentially find work as an English teacher there. It was significantly colder in the west and north, but otherwise fairly warm all around.


    That somehow transitioned into three marine demi-human guys racing around in an aquatic obstacle course inside of a facility supporting it. One was a Merman, one had the upper body of a crab with a human lower body, and one was a whale/squid that could change size and take humanoid form.


    They were having fun racing around in that scene.


    It then cut to a group of young adults in a movie theater with some popcorn. The setting was still in Japan apparently; almost all of the theater goers had black hair. The blond woman with glasses had a fairly big popcorn container, and when another woman took the empty seat next to her, she started to sneak some of her popcorn in. Thinking that was rude, I forget if the first woman decoded to move over a seat away or not.


    Regardless, the movie ended and a man started making an announcement regarding English teachers and foreigners in general.


    That led to the theater being attacked by giant tentacles longer than most trees were tall.


    The three aquatic demi-human guys came into play again, and one was conflicted on how to handle the situation, the shape shifting whale/squid; the others immediately stepped in to help defend the terrorized movie theater. It ended with a line of, "it''s about the ''B'' and the monster, not the rat and the bat," of which those titles were apparently each a respective character''s.

 Various Smaller Dreams (2/18/2023 to 2/28/2023)

    (2/18/2023)


    A group of children of various ages live together up about 4 or 5 flights of stairs. They were being picked off one by one if they tried to leave their safety to go downstairs "R" all throughout the night.


    One of the teenagers among them tried exploring the basement one night, but came back up empty handed.


    The scene that I woke up on involved an 8 year old, in front of a 4 year old holding a baby. They started to go downstairs only for the 4 year old to lose grip of the baby, and both the baby and 8 year old started rolling down the stairs, while a couple of teenagers rushed in to attempt to save them.


    ...


    (2/21/2023)


    The concept of a Banana hat in Pokemon go: if the trainer is wearing a Banana hat, there''s a small chance whatever encounter, wild or raid boss, will also have a Banana hat.


    The 6b49 raiders were doing Regirock raids to get a Regirock with a Banana hat, and while they were passing nearby, I attempted to make a B-line for my home gym, attempting to reach the raid in time, only to end up remote raiding anyways.


    ...


    (2/26/2023)


    Some essentially evil, blond-haird landlord or relative was trying to charge a guy over $300 to use cooking ingredients, while also claiming that it was free. She was saying something like it''s free, you just need to pay whatever fee it was afterwards.


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    Being outraged by that, I decided to use my own leftover spam marinade to make spam musubi, but she got to it before me and put a tiny bit of the marinade into plastic bags, that it''ll slowly leak out of, around a table, some on plates and some not on them.


    I tried to save as much of the marinade as I could by draining them onto one or two plates, but more than a couple drops of the dark brown liquid stained the vibrant, white tablecloth.


    If that wasn''t enough a tiny, slightly larger than a Chihuahua dog somehow jumped from floor, to chair, to table to snatch the spam and step in the marinade.


    Already overwhelmed by the situation, I grabbed the tiny dog by the scruff and gently lowered her to the ground with a couple other dogs just below. Somehow the mauled spam was left as intact as it already was after being sent to the floor. I decided on rinsing it thoroughly to get rid of the hair and dog saliva, rinsing off a lot of the marinade too even if it should have been thrown away at this point.


    I think I declared that I''d just just go to the store to get more ingredients, but realized that I still had everything I needed to just make more marinade there where we were staying.


    ...


    (2/28/2023)


    We were a squad of Legend of Zelda BoTW/Scooby Doo-esque group of 5 or 6 each with a different unique piece of armor.


    We were entering a dangerous other dimensional fortress/base, which we had access to through a segmented net with zippered flaps. Staying in the shadows to avoid our armor reflecting any light for sensors to pick up on.


    Both Fred and the Shaggy-Link character managed to get past the first security guard drone with a rounded, axe shaped camera for a head.


    Shaggy-Link managed to sneak into the next room to the right down the hall, with Fred attempting to go after him.


    The rest of us went left and started hiding behind conveniently placed obstacles around to avoid a security bot''s light detecting us.


    We were circling around respective large objects to not be detected for a bit, and eventually made our way to the exit to escape for another day.


    A few of us made it through, but as I was wondering, with worry, why no one else was coming through, I was forced to close the entrance to prevent the swarm of now alerted drones from descending onto our world.

 A Dream of a Journey Along U.S. Coasts (2/15/2024)

    I had traveled to a restaurant on an island in a river towards the Coastal South West area of California. The island was tiny, just large enough to fit the coastal restaurant itself and more or less a front yard to it; it might not even be *on land* if it rains. I started the building, tried some of the noodles offered to me, then realized the guy who offered them did so that he himself could escape from paying for the decent, but overpriced food...


    Luckily, I was able to escape as well!


    Standing in place near the table by the entrance, I started to flap my arms. I gained enough lift to fly through the front doorway. There was just enough of a burst of energy for me to elevate myself to the roof with the power of arm tensing, straining flaps. On the roof, I noticed a couple of quarters, a few silver dollars too. I then scavenged the roof for any and all coins including some foreign currency in addition to the standard USD. Also on the roof, were a handful of security cameras. Some were angled down towards the entrance, or around the perimeter. One was pointed to where I had just been on the shingled roof seconds ago.


    Luckily for me, there was also a screen to watch the camera feed; for some reason, that was also here and not in the restaurant itself. Content with accepting that I was on the roof camera and not overly revealed on it, I spread out my arms again and took off.


    Angling my open palms back at roughly a 45¡ã angle, I gave myself forward momentum to cross the river and head towards the city. Narrow, cobblestone walkways and rarely any plants in sight, I walked along the trash ridden path. The salty sea breeze made me more eager to explore too. I tried traveling to the beach, which was entirely obscured by rows of tall buildings with little variation between them.


    Underneath one of the wall of buildings was a stairway leading straight down to almost toxic-looking sand.


    Upon stepping down not even a few steps, the mechanism that resembled a roller coaster seatbelt-lock thing somehow combined with an extra sturdy laundry bin rang out with a click, blocking my escape. The robed, unkempt lurking figures along the downward leading stairway and along the waterfront littered with more trash than sand were alerted to the sound, drawing a number of eyes towards me. A little too late, I realized that this might be a spot where the city directed its homeless to.


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    I did not know how to get past the lock mechanism despite my attempts. Seeing this, a Lickitung, looking like it would in the Detective Pikachu movie, overly detailed & hyper-realistic, ascended from the steps with a jiggling prance. The Lickitung offered to help open the path for me again. I winced, expecting to hear that followed up with "for a price," but no such condition came and the eel-like tongue slid through the spots it needed to, leaving a trail of slime in its path and an unobscured exit.


    Moved by this, I decided to give the Lickitung my apparently cherished ziplock bag of over a hundred jingling pennies.


    At the top of the stairs past the trap mechanism, I noticed a tall, cardboard container of various chocolate hearts of different flavors and brands. They all shared the same shape, but their shiny foil wrapping varied greatly. There were Thin Mints, Snickers which I avoided (peanut allergy,) various chocolate brands (I caved and grabbed a Crunch in the shape of a heart since they were free and it probably would not be supporting the company to take one at that point,) fruit flavors, a number of cereal brands for some reason, and some common ice cream flavors too. I grabbed a handful with some variety before turning to the path again.


    Back on the cobblestone walkway, I met the founder of the homeless shelter, a woman who seemed to be pale, frail, and malnourished despite the abundance of chocolate hearts just next to the top of the stairs beside her. She asked what I thought of her shelter. There was a feeling of respect and closure until I asked "so you did this all for Furbies?.."


    That was responded to with a deadpan "yeah." The scene zoomed out a bit to allow for a tumble weed to roll by with the sound effect of the wind it brought.


    ...


    I had now traveled to the other coast of the United States. I was now somewhere in New England, along a rocky shore with muted colors at or around dusk.


    Rival gatherings of students, being young and stupid, started throwing rocks at each other as I tried to pass by, just wanting to get to the water. One even used a stone put technique to launch an excessively large boulder at the smaller group, who thankfully were able to escape its path. At some point throughout this, I was recognized as a famous sport player- I wasn''t actually one though, I just faked it till I made it.