I remember hiding in a house similar to the one I live in during waking life. I can’t remember who I was hiding from. There was a scene where a purple circular tablet thing was in my food in my fridge. A friend found it and I took it and looked at it. I threw it on the ground before it exploded. It wasn’t a big explosion, but it would have numbed my hand and possibly be fatal if I swallowed it…
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Plastic Gun
I can only remember a scene that took place in my parents’ house (pre-2004 renovation). I don’t know why I needed it, but I had a gun. It was cool because it was so lightweight and the grip was the right length and the slide was easy to pull back…
This Guy is Evil
The part I remember was being in a house that’s like my house, but my TV was smaller and against a different wall. I read a book about a Frankenstein’s monster type experiment where they brought life to a dead person. They expected him to be like his old self, but he was like an empty shell with no memory and had to relearn all personality and social things…
Sleep is Important and Being on the Water
I remember attending a conference in “the movie theater,” but it seemed also like the Union Terminal in Cincinnati that I visited recently. I got to the auditorium doors and sat on a bench. There were others waiting and talking as well. I asked what time it was and I still had 10 min…
“Cool” has Entered the Conversation
I remember a vague start to the dream where I was in a bedroom with no decorations (I don’t decorate, usually) and I was sitting at a computer. I can’t remember what I was frustrated with, but I remember cussing and then worrying about the door being open and others hearing me. There was also something about me wanting to post answers to some quiz that was too easy, but might help someone…