And that is made of dicks!
I had a dream that I was talking to some girl and she was smiling.
It was the most non-descript dream ever.
I haven’t been sleeping well since it’s so hot. So no dreams yet.
WHY CANT I POST ANYTHINGS:
DIKSAPLENTY
Me and a coworker were watching the helicopters pass by our building towards the metro convention center when the building started shaking. We looked at each other and figured it must have been the gigantic dual-rotor choppers breezing in front of our building (literally hundreds of meters away.) Nope certainly an earthquake, as twitter reports.
Two weird ones:
One where I was a red version of the 10 foot tall creatures from Avatar. I was climbing these vines with another red skinned avatar chick. More happened, but I can’t remember before it switched to:
Me and I think maybe my brother were flying in ships that resembled a spaceship from one of Alistair Reynolds books, Absolution Gap. The ship is completely translucent, allowing you to see all the machinery that makes it run, and at the same time letting you see everything surrounding you. We were flying at dark over a forest when it turn to a giant opening. Upon flying over the opening we could see some sort of thing firing at us and we split in two directions. That’s all I can remember.
I remember running North through Toronto. I was trying to get as far North as I could, but I stopped along the way to meet a friend who worked at this ugly bar. It was a cinderblock building only a story tall, and the bar sunk into the basement. I seemed to know the bartender, but I couldn’t recognize who she was. I told her we had to get out of the city, but as I was doing so the dark grey sky lit up like it were the sun. We could see an explosion over top of the high rises in Downtown Toronto. Shortly after we felt three other similar explosions and the sky blinded us. The sound and shockwave came shortly afterwards. The cinderblock house protected us, and when the shockwave was over we watched the city as it was illuminated. It was extremely warm, as though the flames were radiating off the clouds. We weren’t scared at all, but instead just watched as the mushroom cloud got taller.
This is now solely about documenting dreams.
