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Dream Journal, Entry 3

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From some time in 2009.


This is an old dream I had.

I was sitting in a theatre, listening to a professor giving his lecture on stage. The auditorium was structured so that each member of the audience was sitting in their own little room — and these rooms could double as showers. Many of the members of the audience were showering while the lecture was going on.

It was then that I fell asleep, and had a dream within my dream. I do not remember this second-layer dream, but I remember “waking up” into the first-layer dream. The professor was furious at me for sleeping in his lecture, so he went behind the curtain, removed his face, and revealed he was a triceratops, and ordered a golem to kill me.

Following that, I don’t remember much before waking up.

Dream Journal, Entry 2

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Date: Sometime between 2009 and 2010.

I remember this being a brief nightmare.
I was standing in the middle of a white room, where the walls held a lite glow. I felt something bad was approaching, but didn’t know what. A sensation crept up my back, and rested on my shoulder. It was a hand. When I turned around to see who it was, I saw my father; he was naked, and his mouth was split open in a Chelsea grin from ear-to-ear. Blood ran down his mouth, chin, and torso and he heaved and gurgled as he laughed.
I woke up with a start, and lay in bed wide awake for a while after that.

Dream Journal: First Entry

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From: Tuesday, August 30, 2022

Like many dreams, I remember it from the middle. My father and I were traveling to a city that doubled as a maze. We made it to a police station; our goal was to report a police officer for some crime he committed. We didn’t know which officer to report, but we had a picture of him. I opened the envelope, and saw that it was Andy Sipowitz.
From there we looked around the police station. I saw a small creature. It appeared to be a pig the size of a doll. It was just wandering around, and when I tried to follow it, it led me into an abandoned office. A cat — also the size of a doll — was also there; this cats front legs were missing, and it could only walk using its rear legs. The office was deserted — cleared out, would be a more accurate description.
I then met a young girl, hiding in the office. I knew her name was Mia — not because she told me, just because it was known in the dream. I knew her father had been the police captain, and that he had died. She was homeless, and living in the abandoned office with the small pig and small cat.
I left the office, feeling sad. I woke up after that.