dreams

Our friend's strangely-shaped recreational ship had a railing bent when waves pushed it against the dock.

My boss is looking for a doctor and I'm certain he wants the same prescription I have (Deltek) so I recommend my doctor, who turns out to be a vampire.

There are some dangerous people watching me curiously. They haven't hurt me yet. I'm levitating down a steep cliff, showing off, trying to get to the bottom.

The only connections with the real life in this dream is my bed's position next to the window and I do have a ghost of a cat.

I was in bed, lying on my side, almost falling asleep. I felt a cat hopping on the bed and settling by my feet and I happily thought: that's the ghost settling. Then I felt the second cat curling up against my back. Nice feeling but two cats all of a sudden? Then I felt the third small body leaning against my shoulder blades, letting out a screeching sigh and reached a very short hand on my shoulder. It really freaked me out, I awoke and tried to move but couldn't. Alright then, I returned into the dream to sort it out. I reached over my shoulder and grabbed that little hand. It was a raccoon. Below it were also two very fluffy gray cats, I believe nebelungs or angoras. The cats were merely annoyed by the movement and stayed in place while I hurled the raccoon out of the bed and got on my feet. The raccoon hissed and tried to hide under the sofa but I dragged it out and pushed out of the door. I went back to bed, little bugger climbed up the downstairs neighbour's conservatory and tried to jostle open the window, I had to lock it. I went downstairs and talked to the neighbours outside, one of them apologised for his cats breaking into my room but everyone's was pissed about that pushy raccoon. Apparently my downstairs neighbour has two Alsatians and a timid cat, the next door couple has a rabbit.

So many animals...

I'm in a huge indoor public space, like a shopping mall. Cruel people are following me, recording and editing my memories.

I'm laying down to rest and they're on the stairs above me, laughing. I try to chase them off but I'm no threat to them, and they're pretending to just be normal shoppers, but we all know they're there for me. Their goal is to hurt me using whatever technology alters my brain. I see it once, but it instantly changes into a harmless radio or something because they changed the memory of it.

I'm looking for drugs, and I found a guy that has them but can't escape these thieves.

Trying to get some tasks completed, I'm carrying huge armfuls of stuff up and down the corridors, hoping they'll leave me alone.

I was standing on my friend's art project; the wooden frame was broken. Not sure if it was me, but I apologized. He was disappointed but not upset. I tried to phase through the floor to get out of there

We're on a trip, stopping to stay the night in an unfamiliar place.

Everyone unloads their stuff and there's no floor space.

I can't find my bag of hats, which I need for a performance for the people here tonight. It starts anyway, there's music playing so I start to sing.

I'm looking for my hats as I sing and dance, rustling like an idiot through bags and luggage. I whisper to my brother, "I don't give a shit about this performance at all" and my mom yells through the crowd to remind me where I left them.

I asked my friend to drive close to the edge so we could see the ocean and our car tumbled off the highway. I used telekinesis to catch us and lower us down, but everyone was in a bad mood after that. We were looking for a new place to live I think, after dropping out of school

I'm anxious and afraid. The kids I got seated next to have a huge bag of drugs and it's spilling all over the seats. I'm afraid I'll be on camera talking to them if they get busted. One of them made sure that I interacted with them so I wouldn't rat them out; he wants me to be liable too. One of them used my backpack without telling me, and I didn't want to start a fight so I let them search through it. Their stuff is going between and under the seats.

I'm frustrated by my inability to add "red" to my inventory. Picking it up doesn't work. Transferring from storage to inventory doesn't work. Buying it doesn't work. We're running out of time. My team is sympathetic but we need to get this done or we'll suffer catastrophic failure

It was an email survey or something that I filled out, and now I'm standing here sputtering. No, I don't remember my "chosen passcode". I don't want to do this anymore.

We form lines and run out into the arena to a cheering audience, but there's danger waiting for us. I think we've been tricked into participating.

We were sharing a very small room off a hallway, it felt like a college dorm. They'll be around so we don't exclusively have this place. I opened a drawer by the bed and found it full of the last guy's stuff; his presence is still felt here. Someone walks by the door and my brother and I raise a blanket to hide from them

We're in a guild which has voice chat. I can't remember who each voice belongs to.

My brother grabs my keys to leave with the car and I stop him because they're not his. One of our guildmates comes over, Cory, in a hoodie. He sits down on the bed with his shoes on and laughs at me.

I remember thinking it would be too bright to look at. We know where it's going to strike but catching it is difficult

My friend Topher set a trap for me inside a portal while I was flying. He and his friend waited for me to go inside, and I sensed something dangerous so I flew away. They threw their hands up in frustration, "come on!" and we all laughed about it.

There's a group of three or four people rummaging through drawers and files in my apartment. The premise is that they are looking for some information, but it's really just to make me powerless and watch them going through my stuff. They are here to be abusive, not to find something. I hate them.

They set up a meeting with the president, he and another staff member are seated in a video on my television. It's humiliation tactic, they are trying to make me defensive and explain what I'm doing is if it was wrong. It's just a recording and I call their bluff.

They never show any weakness or admit anything. They are well trained on making their victim feel hurt and powerless. They are smug and confident the entire time.

My friend Ben is an old man now, barely able to move around. Residents of his apartment building keep robbing him. He's got nothing left. I want to help him.

It's a crappy place to live, and the other residents are young but mostly into drugs. Some of them are attractive. I'm seeing a lot of the ceremony that goes into preparing to use, and there's flirtation going on. I see the drug I want. These are the same people that robbed Ben, I think.

Later I'm on the roof, flying around like superman. Looking for something, or someone.

In the gym, the army is interrogating someone. Most of us have drugs and I'm quickly hiding them under some blankets. I argue with a sergeant about relapse and the difficulty of staying sober to protect one of my friends. Somewhere I find a cardboard box containing grenades, pull the pin and throw it at them, but it bounces away towards the students.

I'm staying in a dormitory that looks like a corporate office. My cat got out and excitedly jumped at a woman who was working

My purpose there was to help a few drag queens get ready for competition. I saw the scoreboard but didn't understand any of it

Earlier I had given them my forest space to get ready for the show. It was misty, gray and muddy.

My report is too many pages but I found my grade - barely passing. My brother is bravely discussing a transfer to a new school because his grade dipped below the threshold.

On my way to the next place, I hitched a ride on the back of a car that was going out into the harbor. Quickly dodged to one side so I wouldn't block the driver's view as he backs up. Jumped off and sank under the waves as they began accelerating.

I wander back into class after a long time away. Comfortable. Couches. A classmate has grown up since the last time I was there. She's happy to see me but confused, "I thought you dropped out"

Our world has a pocket dimension where our valuable stuff is stored, but so does the parallel world.

My mom doesn't believe in it, so I take her by the hand and stand up. Everything turns brilliant white. I'm asking her, "what do you see?" so she'll believe me

the people gathered around me are asking what I'm going to make, it's an important decision and they need to know if this will work. I told them, "whatever it takes" (it's a low-quality orange squid lol)

The map shows we're on Earth, but the seasons are wrong. Same planet, but in the future? I'm with Andrew, a friend

In a dark place, there's someone here. I'm uncomfortable but not threatened.

He lives here. He's sick. Dirty bandages. I can't tell if it's disease or drug addiction. He's beautiful, it's heartbreaking

I can't fly exactly. It's like a jet pack and I don't know how much fuel it has. I'm happy, swirling above the crowd on my way to my next task.

It's beautiful and full of fun people. I'm on a boat looking at Something Fun or Dangerous in the water. I have to find a new place to live because I'm going to fail out soon

I'm in a dark hotel with some friends or teammates. I can fly and use telekinesis; I'm exploring to find an exit or the stairs. There's some danger that I'm scouting to keep my friends safe. Some hallways lead down into a cave with many branching tunnels. I have to fly up onto a ledge to get back into the hotel. Eventually we bed down on mattresses on the floor to sleep.