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had the phrase “like the handgun in the first aid cabinet” come to me in a dream and damn that’s evocative. fuck if i know what it evokes though.

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Dream: Ablockalypse

I dreamt of a new kind of way the world could end.

One day massive stadium-sized, flattish, dark UFOs appeared above, all around the globe. No matter where you were in the world, you could see at least one. No one dared do anything, for fear of retaliation, so we all just waited. Not long after, perhaps a few days or the same day, people began to notice the appearance of blocks in the sky. They were all made of (mostly) one thing per block, but the materials were random to each block, like top soil, clay, lumber, tree trunks, bricks, and stone. They were only a couple feet and basically (though not perfectly) cubic, and not uniform throughout. While everyday physics seemed to work right, the blocks of materials just... hung in the air. Eventually people realized they were increasing in number, and the bottom layer of the blocks was getting closer. My husband and I lived at kind of a higher altitude, in a beautiful home we made ourselves. I think it was only one story high, but maybe it had an attic? I do remember it had a basement, though, unlike ours right now... The ship we could see was fairly close, but not exactly overhead, like maybe it could completely block our view of the moon for 30 minutes, tops. So when we found out that the blocks were just... replacing the matter where they appeared at, we got concerned about the fact that we lived at a higher elevation. We eventually saw the city near us, slightly higher up the mountains/hills, have its trees and taller buildings have chunks that were replaced by these blocks. And then we heard about the people who died in their beds because a block replaced parts of their bodies. For some reason the known deaths were, so far, only of sedentary or unconscious people. Hearing about that, we slept in our basement that night, then looked outside to see that the tallest tree in our woods had a block amongst its higher branches. I asked my husband to call his mother and ask how the blocks above her were. She lived at a lower altitude, so maybe we'd be able to go stay with her. After he called her, he told me that the blocks were already teleporting into the tops of the taller buildings in that city, as though the blocks were gently sloping along the topography of our planet. It would buy us more time, but not much. And as he said the word "teleport", something clicked. Many people had already made the connection between the non-realistic physics of these blocks and Minecraft. I had registered that the moment I saw the blocks, though they weren't a cubic meter, and they were realistic looking, rather than perfectly cubed textured image packets. "Could... this be Endermen?" I explained to him that a thing with Endermen was taking blocks and placing them down some other random place. They could also teleport. This felt like an important revelation, like maybe we should tell someone, but... Who? How? In the end, we didn't have the answer to that. So we had a choice... Do we flee to where we know everyone else will run to, or do we stay, and just accept our fate of being replaced by blocks? And then I woke up. While I was recounting this dream to my husband, my first thought was that I've been watching too many Minecraft videos, apparently. The next thought was that... this is legitimately a terrifying apocalypse. There's no true escape into space or an underground bunker (presumably). You're pretty much doomed to die in your home or be herded into a living grave with huge populations of other people... Then later I had another thought. What if that's what's below bedrock? What if what really happened is that there was a world that was terraformed and capped off by some invaders? What if at the end of my dream the invaders capped off our world with an indestructible block, and lived happily above the remains that no one would remember generations later? Anyway, I'm sure this will haunt me forever as a fun way my brain once combined Minecraft, alien invasions, and being buried alive, as an apocalypse! (Also, whenever the world ends in my dreams, I'm usually with my husband... Comforting, I guess?)

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Dream: Apocalypse and a Tree House

I dreamt that world ended and magic was real and my husband became a wolf.

It was a slowly changing world that picked up pace into a societal shift. It’s like if things just kept on a downward trend, keeping on as they are now. Eventually discontent turned into protests, protests into riots, and riots into mobs. In the dream my husband (from real life) and I lived on the outskirts of a large city. Far enough from the density of the worst aggression, but close enough that eventually our house was broken into and we were robbed. What they took all seemed so random, taking some furniture but leaving others, taking some tech, but leaving other ones... We tried to stay in our house for longer, but... I don’t know exactly what happened after that. I remember people dying in mass for some reason... perhaps a war? A famine? I don’t remember, but I remember the slowly emptying city. The next thing I clearly remember was us just... basically turning into nomads. We wandered into the country, and went into the woods. Eventually we came across a strange... aboad. A tree house that was large enough to comfortably have an adult or two live in it was just... in these woods. I don’t even think there was a trail to it, just a little clearing around it. I almost got a sense there was a settlement not far from it, but I can’t remember specifics. I think we decided to go around it to not get seen by the owner, but... then I heard something. It sounded like a woman crying out for help, and it was coming from the tree house. I can’t remember why, but I ended up being the one who (despite my acrophobia) climbed up into the house. Things get... muddled around this point. I remember seeing a woman, but I don’t remember if she was actually in need of help. I remember my husband getting into the tree house, but I don’t remember how or when. I remember being flung out of the house, down the 15 feet to the leaf covered forest floor via magic, but I don’t remember what I did wrong. The only thing I remember for certain is that I somehow failed a test, and he passed, ejecting me from the residence, locking us apart from each other. I climbed the ladder, and together we tried opening the trapdoor. As he got it opened on his end, the door snapped shut, the seam sealing, wood melding to one solid floor, as I yelled his name and pounded my fist on the bottom of this house. We could hear each other, but that was it... During all this, a spirit or witch basically made things clear that she saw my husband as worthy of protecting from the apocalypse, but not me. The tree house was a barrier that no person could pass through, so he had to stay there and never leave. Over the course of a few days, we tried different ways of getting him to escape. Through smashing the windows from either side, by fire, or by battering the walls, nothing worked. I can’t say what happened next for certain, but I think... he started reading things inside the house, and eventually found some magic spell. Whatever was involved in it, the next thing I remember is a big wolf or dog attacking a bear. I also got the sense that the fight with the bear was purposeful... When the danger of the bear passed, I remember knowing that the wolf was my husband. I genuinely can’t remember if this was the first time in this story he was a wolf. It could be he was a werewolf or shapeshifter throughout the dream, but what I think happened was that he bespelled himself into the wolf. If I were to make it into a story that made sense, I’d say it was magic that turned him into a guardian for me, and that the danger of the bear attacking made it possible for him to spirit through barriers of the tree house. I wrapped my arms around him and he then shifted back into a clothed human. I get the sense that he could transform between that canine and his human self from then on. And that’s when the dream ended.

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And what else could I say, But 'move out the way,' To every other feelin' When I could finally touch you?

My dream upon waking, apparently conjuring some alternate reality’s Ed Sheeran sounding song to torment me with how beautiful it sounded, but leaving me with this small snippet to hold on to just so that I could google it and know I would never hear the entire song ever again...

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Dream: Dinos V. Dinos

I dreamt about a man who somehow turned into a dinosaur, and he, along with a few others who also turned into dinosaurs, fought a bunch of other dinosaurs, trying to guard a group of humans.

I can't remember much of the beginning of the dream, but I'm pretty sure the guy turned into a T-rex. And a few other people were also turned into a random assortment of Jurassic Park the movie-esque dinos. I have a small inkling that maybe there was, again, a Jurassic Park-esque situation wherein some dinosaurs escaped some situation and went on a manhunt. Again, I'm not sure, but I get the feeling that the logic here was, "If some of us turn into dinosaurs, those people can protect us from the other dinosaurs."

I can pretend I don't know why he volunteered to become a dinosaur, but I'm pretty sure it was because he had a gf/betrothed/wife amongst the humans. I can lie and say it upsets me that my brain went for such a terrible cliche, but what can I say? I'm a dumb bitch for a, "turns into a monster to protect loved one" trope. (See earlier dream “Monster Lady”.) Now, based on what I remember later in the dream, she's... got psychic powers? (Like, Pokemon's version of psychic.) This is important because she can still communicate back and forth with him because of this.

So eventually there's a straight up battle between the two groups of dinosaurs, the humans at stake, and the humans-turned-dino standing between them and the man-eating-dinos. During the fight, the T-rex guy took a large injury to the side, in order to either protect another human-turned-dino or hit a killing blow (can't remember which).

At that point, the POV switched to the woman. A few of the victorious dinos showed up where the humans were being hidden, sans the T-rex guy. She read their minds and, as it was the other humans-turned-dino, they were like, "You need to come with us right now." She hopped on one of their backs, and traveled to near where the battle happened.  

When they got to a place near the battlefield, she saw the T-rex laying on his side, gashed open side exposed, multiple slashes dragged along it.

"What happened?" she asked him as she rushed to him, putting a hand on the side of his face.

'You know,' he answered, looking at her and thinking his reply to her, 'in the heat of the moment, I thought to myself that side injuries weren't a big deal. Kind of forget about how many important organs are generally around there, and how sensitive sides are. Like, that's the whole point of being ticklish, right? It trains young to protect their vital organs."

"You're rambling."

'A bit,' he agreed. 'Can you heal it, though?'

"Lucky for you, I think I can."

Walking over to his side, she put her hand on one of his gashed, feeling him flinch under her touch. Her eyes then glowed with a psychic light, and his wounds started slowly healing, but still visibly so, her willing his organs to knit together.

After she closed up the injuries, she explained to him that she couldn't do much about the blood loss, so he needed to still be careful of getting hurt again any time soon.

Going around, she then healed all the other wounds, though none of them had been nearly as bad as his. After finishing up with that, she tiredly rested against her bf/betrothed/husband turned T-rex, the two sharing a moment of rest.

And amongst the lull, I awoke.

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Dream: After the Fairy Tale Ending

I dreamt about the bride of a prince who's mother was a fairytale princess

I think this was dream where the majority of the dream was something else, and then I started reading a book or something, shifting the view. The reason for this is because I remember offering a Sun or Dusky Conure up for adoption to my little sister while trying to convince her that she should get a smaller conure first. The dream was mostly a POV of a young woman who was either recently wed to or about to marry a prince. She was trying to get to the bottom of some secret that everyone around her seemed to know except her. When she asked her... husband? betrothed?, he told her to ask her mother about it. When she went to her mother, SHE was ranting and raving about the Queen. "How could they dare to do this to me?! I'm the reason they have everything they do!" the older woman ranted. "Mother, what's wrong?" "When the princess had her tasks to complete, she struck a bargain for use of my magic to assist her, and now that she has everything she wants, she thinks she can be SO dismissive of me!" "What did she do?" Cue the mother ranting about all the assists she gave the Queen in order to marry the current King decades ago. I don't remember any except one where the Queen had to create something while trapped in a locked, empty room. No one was allowed to open the door, so the mother passed helpful objects to the Queen using a phasing spell. Every task had cost the Queen an additional deal with the mother, one of them being the wedding of their children together. "I was the helpful, magical hag, and now that the deals have concluded, she thinks she can just dismiss me!" (Btw, the mother was a beautiful middle aged woman, but looked like a hag when she helped the Queen. It was implied that she disguised herself as an old hag while helping the Queen, but Idk if that was strictly true? There was an implication that her youth was "returned" to her as part of helping the Queen in some way.) After pointing out that the Queen had been generous beyond what the deals required and such, she finally found out what had made her mother so angry. It turned out that the Queen had merely asked the mother to be out of the way while she had a delicate meeting with some foreign delegates. The POV character pointed out that the Queen had probably meant nothing by it and that the mother should talk with the Queen later. After all that, the POV character then asks her mother about the thing her groom told her to ask her mother. The mother gets a haughty, somewhat disgusted look, telling her that HE needs to tell her what happened. When the daughter's like, "I can't keep bouncing back and forth--" the mom is like, "Oh, he's not putting this on me. It's his responsibility to explain things to you. Tell him he has my permission to tell you about my own part in that." So then the POV character finds her man again, asking him once again about it, explaining that her mother has okayed him telling about her part in it. Then the dream ends.

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Dream: The Constants of Monsters and Me

I dreamt that I was helping to uncover a plot by or to fight monsters, or perhaps both.

I don't remember much. I get a vague idea that I got recruited into some organization. Some guy helped me on missions occasionally, but what was odd to me was the way I'd catch him staring at me sometimes. His expression would be of a sad longing. I remember growing closer to him over our missions and growing fond of him, maybe even romantically. Oh, and Arin and Dan from Game Grumps were apart of this organization, too? They had nothing to do with the story, but I figured I'd just... mention that. For posterity. Eventually, I put together that he was from another dimension, and far more powerful than I realized initially. (I think the Big Clue was that I eventually figured out that the monsters were from another dimension.) He was immortal and either had some incredible powers or highly advanced technology (I can't remember which). The part that I remember most vividly is him somehow showing me (through telepathy, maybe? or creating an illusion?) how he traveled through dimensions after these monsters. The rules, people, cultures, languages--so many things were different between each one, except one... person. He would meet some version of myself in nearly every single world. Not always, but he could never be sure I hadn't just been somewhere else in that world or had already died. I'd usually have a similar sounding name and similar personality, varying only reasonably within my circumstances. Most importantly he showed me how we would fall in love almost every time, and the few times that we didn't was usually because I'd already been with someone. He then let me know that he was able to collect the memories of the versions of myself that had consented to this. He offered to give them to me if I wanted that. I don't know if I took the offer right away, but I feel like we actually had a romantic relationship previous to me agreeing. The last thing from the dream that I can remember was all these memories of us being together. Some were of us living together until I grew old and was dying with him there. Some were of us fighting these monsters together until one struck a killing blow that he could not mend. Others, so many others, were of me saying goodbye as he left to go stop these creatures from colonizing and destroying other dimensions. I cried, sitting on the floor with him in front of me, overwhelmed by what we'd been through together over the years, but I smiled and embraced him, kissing him and saying his name. He smiled, saying my name in return. And that's when I awoke.

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Dream Fragment: Monster Lady

Dreamt that a woman had to turn into a buff monster. 

Her boyfriend (or husband? fiance?) got nabbed, she went to some cute fairy naga lady (I think she was red or pink?), and asked the fairy naga lady to give her power to save her boyfriend. The fairy naga did some magic and turned the woman into a BUFF naga monster. I’m talkin’ RIDICULOUSLY RIPPED. (If you’ve ever seen League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Mr. Hyde levels of monster muscle.) I think the fairy naga also trained her how to fight as a monster naga?  Now for the only bit I actually remember clearly: The dream had this cute tender moment where the woman (as the BUFF naga) was hugging the fairy naga and thanking her. For a moment, I could tell there was something more between them, but it was this... regret. Maybe the woman had been close to fairy naga, then chosen her boyfriend instead? I remember that their tails wrapped together a little, but then they stopped hugging, smiled at each other, and BUFF naga woman left.  I woke up, but drifting in and out of sleep, I got these glimpses of her rescuing her partner, him reacting with surprise, but being like, “This is crazy. I still love and support this new look you got going, tho. I love you, babe, and your new strength.” Also I have a vague recollection of her backhanding something trying to attack him, and it being BADASS.  Other than that, I got nothin’ else. 

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Dreams: Aliens and Monsters

I dreamt of aliens feeding on psyches, then I dreamt of a woman becoming a monster to be with the monster she loved.  TW: Gore in the second dream. 

The first dream had started off in some large metropolis. I can’t remember much from the beginning, but vaguely recall something about being a reported looking into something about aliens. I don’t think the beings from another planet were something everyone knew about, either. 

Mostly everything is fuzzy up until a point were I spot some of the aliens bringing a black, ovular sphere looking thing into a skyscraper. I had a strong idea for one reason or another that it was going to hurt a LOT of people, so I got in contact with some authorities and told them there was a bomb in the building. Now, the part that’s fuzzy is if I really thought it was a bomb or not because it turned out not to be...  Instead, at some point I found out that the thing was actually a device that drained psychic energy from people, and it being higher up would somehow make it more effective. Ultimately, it would force all the humans within a certain radius into a coma, then they’d die. All this was to feed the aliens, being as they were psychics (in an ESP/mental powers kind of way) and needed that kind of energy to survive. If it was before or after it was recovered from the skyscraper, I’m not sure exactly when I figured it out, though...  Whatever the case, my intervention did stop the aliens’ nefarious plans, at least for that time...  Then I kind of woke up and went back to sleep...  My second dream’s beginning is hazy as well. The clearest thing I remember was something about a magic circle and a naked, dark haired woman going into the middle of it willingly. Then, a man stood outside of it, activating its powers, turning the woman into a hideous monster.  The face grew long teeth and generally morphed to look much like an anglerfish’s. Her skin became dark and reddish brown (or perhaps she sprouted fur?), her body bulking taller as her arms and fingers grew eerily long, curling into ripping claws. A long, striking tail grew out of her, and finally, bat-like wings formed, a large wingspan to accommodate her new, larger body.    The next clearest memory is there being two of those monsters, midair and fighting off smaller and more human looking versions of this creature. The pair tore into the creatures, whipping them with their tails and ripping them apart and drinking their insides, long tongues lapping the blood up.  They then landed, killing one more, consuming what they wanted, then tossing it aside. They then looked around the courtyard they had landed in, the scene of dead, human bodies littering the estate.  The first creature’s form shifted until she was once again the woman who’d stepped into the circle, this time wearing a fine, black and red dress of ambiguously “period” fashion (perhaps Victorian?). Next, the second monster shifted into the form of the man who’d been outside the circle when the woman had first changed.  The two discussed at length how disgusted the were by the carnage left behind by the “nosferatu” creatures they had just killed. ((Side note: not only is “nosferatu” the thing they called these things, but they looked like bat-winged, reddish skinned (or furred?) versions of “Nosferatu” himself, too. What’s weird about that is I’ve never watched that movie, and the most recent thing I saw about it was how it was a reference in a new Gorillaz music video, like, months ago...))  “This is what happens when a vampire takes a human mate...” the man said, contempt dripping from his words. “Nosferatues simply act on animal instincts, killing and procreating at the outer edges of civilization until they can swarm larger areas like this...”  “It’s why the only responsible thing to do is turn your lover into a vampire as well,” the woman remarked, a sly smile flashing at him.  He got closer to her, taking her hand and kissing it.  “Of course,” he remarked. “And then at that point, the next responsible step would be to marry said lover.”  “I’m lucky you’re the responsible sort.”  Then there’s something about them talking things over with some humans about this whole mess with the nosferatues (in case it wasn’t clear, these things are vampire-human hybrids). It comes out that the vamp husband (the two vamps are married, in case it wasn’t obvious) has an idea as to whom the irresponsible vamp parent of the hybrids was, perhaps purposely siring them as a way to weaken the human settlements in the area. Apparently the bad vamp is a long time nemesis of the husband vampire.  (I can’t remember anything much more with this specific plot point, though, which is kind of unfortunate...They MIGHT have confronted the guy a bit later, but... I can’t really picture it too well.... Really wanted to see more of this.)  A couple things happened after that, one being something vague about the woman planning to have four vampire children (all at once or one at a time, I’m not sure). (Maybe the vamps have litters? Could be a contributor to why there were so many nosferatues...) Another thing was the vampire couple waking up, sitting in some chairs in the middle of an empty theatre. Weirdly, she was half-transformed, while he was in his human form. For some reason her hand was a paw? Anyway, some other woman was up on stage, but I can’t remember what she was saying or doing... I just remember the vampire guy grabbed his wife’s hand, and he reassured her, but he seemed... angry? I had some idea that the woman on stage had been hunting them, but either in a “stalker ex girlfriend” or “gonna get rid of all monsters” kind of way. If the latter, I’m thinking it would have to be she was trying to “rid them of the vampire curse” or something, seeing as she didn’t kill them right away...  In either case, I woke up before really getting any more out of the dream... 

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Dream: Silent Monk Jean Luke Picard

I dreamt of an alternate backstory for Star Trek: The Next Generation’s Captain Jean Luke Picard. 

I think that there was more to the beginning of the dream (vaguely a Star Wars feeling, and snips of Doctor Who’s (Matt Smith) Doctor and River Song). I don’t remember it, though, so we’ll start with the most vivid part. 

During the first frosted day after the Winter Solstice, a small parade leaves a city that’s encircled with a stone wall several stories tall. At the front of the parade sits a young woman adorned with a long, mostly white, and East Asian looking robe. I think she was carried on an open litter, but it could have just been a fancy seat on a decorated cart.  The precession eventually reaches a small open area in a nearby forest. Inset into a stone wall or cliff covered in vines was a wooden door, the old style with iron across it and a ring instead of a doorknob.  Someone reverently lifts a piece of debarked log that was in a cart right behind this young woman. Walking over with it in both of their arms, protected like a child, the person gently places it before her. Staring at it for several seconds, she eventually shakes her head “no”.  The person then picks up the rejected log and repeats the act a few times, rejection following each one. Eventually, someone goes up to the young woman and whispers to her that they have no more logs. She looks disappointed, then motions them to start the process again. She settles on the second this time around, countenance somber.  She then finally speaks, announcing to some “Silent Monk” that they have brought wood for his fire and that they pay him respects. After a long moment, the door opens wide, but no one can be seen.  And with that, the parade turns back to the city and leaves. 

(I’m not sure how I know that the logs were brought by the attending parade members--maybe one per family?--but it might have been someone narratively explaining it?)  From there, the scene goes to the Enterprise with Captain Picard and Riker, etc. They’re stopping at some planet, probably for “shore leave” or something similar, based on what I remember of people saying. Picard is being... weird about this planet for some reason, though... Like, more pensive and broody. Still, he makes his way down via the transporter like the rest.  The crew ends up, however, in a strangely familiar looking place. An old European-esque city with stone walls several stories tall... except that it’s now spring or summer. (I felt like maybe around the equinox?)  Eventually, Picard makes his way out of the city, alone, and wanders down the same path as the parade had on that cold winter day. He makes it to that same grotto, looking on it with an expression of memory....  And then the story shifts to that cold winter night again. Something unseen picks up the debarked log, bringing it into the fire lit room, door shutting behind. With the closing, a man appears, no longer invisible, and it’s Picard.  From there, I get a mix up of events and information; I don’t really remember what came in what order and how... but I’ll try my best.  Picard was raised by 3 witches--his mothers. They encouraged him to become the Silent Monk because the position extends the lifespan of a human somehow. Because they’re witches, they have long lives, but for some reason couldn’t extend his (perhaps it’s a species related thing).  The downside to being the Silent Monk is that you aren’t allowed to be seen or heard by most people. There are exceptions, which his mothers actually qualified as, but I feel like the special cases were... powerful... Like, the Silent Monk could only interact with “godlike” beings. Whatever they were, they’d apparently have an indicator based on their clothes to show he could talk with them.  Anyway, a woman ends up in his clearing, he sees that her clothes match the thing that indicates he can interact with her, and he lets himself be seen by her and strikes up a conversation.  They talk over a long period of time, end up falling in love, and then he proposes to her.  It’s then that she breaks down and confesses that she’s a con artist, thief, and prostitute, crying and apologizing. He just goes “As long as how you acted and talked with me was genuine, I still want to be with you...”  So he decides to leave his role as the Silent Monk... which infuriates the witches. The longer you remain the Monk, the longer your lifespan is extended, so leaving that role means leaving a potential for immortality... So they set a trap for the fiance, setting a curse on her after she transports back down to the planet from some business in space. The curse traps her in flux between materializing and “being stuck” in the transport. It essentially, SORT of preserves her in time, but his fiance is stuck in an agony of being pulled apart, yet reconstituted.  To top it off, the mothers then comment about how “the baby” will be fine as well... revealing that she’s 5 weeks pregnant at this time.  The mothers then tell Picard what they did and that they’ve already moved her onto a ship to send her far away until he completes a certain amount of time as the Silent Monk. He tells them no, then goes to figure out how to join Star Fleet in hopes that a combination of luck and his long lifespan will allow him to stumble on his fiance once more.  His long lifespan ends up being a huge factor in how he was able to become the Captain of the Star Fleet flagship, apparently, btw.  Things start to fall apart in my memory here, but I do know he manages to find out that his fiance has been back on this planet the whole time. He gets to her and finds that she’s not heavily pregnant because the curse only SLOWED her aging; it didn’t completely stop it.  I also vaguely remember something about the Q being the reason her clothes were “right” for him to talk with her. Like, he stopped time and altered her attire right before Picard first saw her because Q knew Picard and her were meant to be? Something like that.  Then the dream shifts from being, like, a 2 Part Star Trek TNG ep quality to grade school play... and it’s even more confusing. Like, I don’t know if Picard managed to save her? Slightly break the curse? If the curse was wearing down on its own and she actually found him? Not entirely sure, but I like to think he breaks the curse. 

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Dream: Terminator AU

I dreamt that Sarah Connor tricked the terminator. 

I’m not entirely sure about what happened in the beginning, but based on what I remember from later in the dream, I know the following happened:  Sarah Connor knew ahead of time, somehow, that the T-800 was coming. When she realized it was killing off random Sarah Connors, she put together that it didn’t know what tf she looked like. For some reason, she met and told the T-800 that she was Gwendolyn or “Gwen” for short AND that she was also hunting down Sarah Connor to assassinate her. And with THAT, the two of them team up to hunt down and kill Sarah Connor!  (The most sense I could make of this was that that T-800 found her at her house, and she had to make some BS up on the spot, but I don’t remember, and this was a dream, soooo--[shrugs])  OH, I just remembered! I think they time travel to the future, where she has to prove to Skynet that she can make a great asset by showing how good of an actress she is.  Also, she gave the T-800 a name, but I can’t remember it, so I’ll just write “T-800″ when she refers to his name, anyway.  At some point in their fun adventure, the two get separated. I remember a point where she’s in danger, and trying to hide from someone (or someTHING?) in a darkened area (it was very reminiscent of the last fight scene from The Terminator), when she runs into someone who grabs her and holds her close.  She has a brief moment of panic, then thinks, “Wait, I know these muscles.” And there’s this... moment where she kind of just stops and absorbs the sensation of him holding her like that.  She asks in a whisper, “T-800?”  “Gwen, come with me if you want to live.”  (Nah, I’m kidding. He doesn’t ACTUALLY say that. But could you imagine? That’d have made the dream SO much cooler.)  He affirms that it’s him, then... helps her escape? I vaguely remember a gun fight, but I don’t know if that was from this moment in the dream.  Idk, I just get these flashes of them going to some college campus (and maybe dorms?) for some reason. I also remember the T-800 getting more protective of “Gwen”, and her getting more anxious about the possibility of him figuring out that she’s Sarah, but... not for the “he might kill me” reasons, and more because she realizes she’ll be heartbroken over losing their relationship.  I’m... not sure what happens, but I THINK she just tells the T-800 that she IS Sarah Connor, and... he actively goes against his own programming and doesn’t kill her because he’s come to care about her.  Or maybe that’s just what I want to have happened. 

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Dreams: My husband and I travel to Florida, then other dimensions

I dreamt about a 3 day visit to Florida that became a dimension hopping, lucid dream adventure.  

Little bit of background for why I think I was having this dream: in real life, my husband has a work thing planned for Florida, and he initially thought he could take me with him. Something like that happened earlier last year, and we got to go see a rocket launch together. Now, due to transport plans getting changed, I don’t get to go. I think my brain drew on my anticipation and disappointment as the inspiration for the Florida part.  I’m almost certain that in the dream we flew there with only carry ons because that’s what we ended up doing when we had to unexpectedly fly to go to my little brother’s memorial service about 3 weeks ago...  Basically, there’s been a lot of traveling related things on my mind recently, so the beginning isn’t too surprising.  In the dream we were only in Florida (probably around the Coco Beach area) for 3 days. For some reason we were at this big, fancy hotel we were staying at? Dunno why my brain was like, “Oh, yeah, you guys would TOTALLY shill out this kind of money during this trip,” because we certainly would NOT. Anyway, while exploring this crazy big hotel with all kinds of interesting stuff going on in it, I came across my college Latin professor. I remember chatting with him, and him giving me advice, but I... don’t remember what we said.  We also saw a friend from college named Paul who lives in Florida now, though he doesn’t live near where we were supposedly visiting. (I was initially confused as to why he was showing up in my dream about Florida at ALL, but thought about it while typing this out, and realized him living there made it make more sense.) I think we saw him right out of the airport (maybe picking us up?), some time “in the middle” of our trip, and then he also saw us off at the airport again.  I don’t remember there being much to the trip besides walking around and seeing stuff like we did when we were there IRL, but one “scene” stands out in my memory more. It was the last day, and we’d decided to go to the beach just to kind of... chill there. We found some food shack that was nearly at the water, ordered some food there, and I went out to dip my feet in the ocean while my husband waited on our meal and watched me. I ended up coming right back out of the water, though, because there was some weird slime mold out there. I was like, “Ah, right. As everything dies from global warming, the mold is actually getting way worse.” Thought about that like it was a freaking obvious fact of life. I wasn’t gonna let that stop me from enjoying myself, though, so I sat in the sand, closed my eyes, and just... listened to the sound of the ocean. When I opened my eyes, the sky over the ocean was darkening in dusk, so I stood, brushed myself off, and headed over to rejoin my husband.  The next thing I really remember with clarity is being in the airport, carrying around our carry ons. I particularly recall a moving walk way that led to a section with food places and little shops. I think... I think this was when I realized I was dreaming.  All this reminded me of the last time we’d flown, and how it was for my brother...  Strange as this is, the last time I had a lucid dream--only the SECOND TIME I ever remembered a lucid dream--my brother had been in it. We’d been running from some people or something, and he and I had grabbed a car that I’d changed into this awesome looking red convertible (because lucid dreaming). That’s not the dream I want to record right now, though, so suffice to say, the moment in the airport was the moment in the dream that I probably mentally tried to “check” if I could alter reality.  From there, there’s just a direct “chop” in what happens in the story. The next thing I remember is traveling down some really clean looking sewers and coming across the freaking Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. In order to make sure they trust me, I make myself look like a female Mutant Ninja Turtle. Upon seeing me, they, of course, barrage me with questions while ushering me to the entrance of their hideout. Near the entrance is a FIFTH turtle with a red bandana over his eyes; his most prominent feature is that he’s about half the size of the brothers.  I approach him and go, “My husband told me about you,” without thinking about how the brother turtles can hear me.  They start asking questions related to my husband, and I end up having to tell them he’s a human. After answering some more questions, I’m able to talk with the Fifth Turtle Guy some more, looking him over and trying to assess what happened to him. He eventually asks me either if I know how this happened to him or if I can fix it? I can’t remember (I’m leaning towards the former, though). All I know is I had to tell him “No, I’m sorry,” with great disappointment for both of us.  At about that point, my husband shows up, coming from behind me. I think I say his name, and he’s able to tell for whatever reason that it’s me. He then gives me a kiss on the lips, and I’m all slightly confused and really embarrassed because he kissed me in front of people but also I’M A TURTLE PERSON??? Like, honey, you didn’t have to do that.  Anyway, we talk briefly about the Fifth Turtle, and then the next thing I remember is us being attacked by these two goons. Like, stereotypical cartoon buff guys in black 3 piece suits. The best part, though? One is, like, 7 feet tall, and the other is, like, between 3 and 4 feet tall, and, I must re-emphasize, BOTH ARE SUPER BUFF.  So eventually we get separated from the TMNT group, and I end up in a kitchen area with my husband (maybe in the TMNT base). I think I use my mind powers to shove a BIG double-doored fridge in front of the entrance, but I honestly don’t know. All I know for sure is the tall guy was after my husband and me, so I changed back into my human self, something got all over the inside of the fridge, and I tried making it clean again with my powers. For some reason, I could only get the inside partially cleaned, and I kind of got fixated on trying to clean it, like, “It’s okay, I just need to visualize it as being clean, and it will be!” It didn’t work, though, because I kept thinking of it as slightly dirty... until my husband was like, “Hey, can you stop dealing with that and deal with the HULKING BAD GUY TRYING TO BREAK OUR BARRICADE???”  So then I go over to this tall guy’s very long arm and grab it to keep him from hitting my husband or doing more damage. I then remember how my real husband in real life had jokingly tugged on my arm the day before and was like, “Huh, why’s it not coming off?” as a joke, and then I’m like, “Yeah, I’m gonna rip this Dream Realm goon’s arm off.” I then proceed to alter reality as I pull on this guy’s arm, and, over the course of about 5 seconds, RIP THIS GUY’S ARM OFF AT THE SHOULDER, LAYER BY LAYER.  He yells in pain, understandably, but I’m not a completely cruel god, so I made sure that he didn’t lose blood and that his shoulder instantly healed over... well, heals over the course of about 5 seconds. He backs off as his meat and skin heal over his shoulder (and to clarify his right arm is gone and definitely in my arms now). This goon--in the face of a power he cannot comprehend--comes back, sticks his head through the hole in the barricade and tries shoving his way through with the help of his remaining limbs.  Apparently one for not letting a BEAUTIFUL opportunity go, I turn his arm around and slap him with it. This does NOT deter the absolutely CRAZY goon, and he keeps going, finally pushing down what’s left of our barricade. I conclude that the limp slap was just not gonna cut it, so I use my powers to harden the flesh to, like, metal, and deliver multiple slaps, caving his head in as he turned to run.  At that point, his small goon buddy comes into the open space outside the kitchen, sees me, and seems like he’s about to attack me. I just look at him as he’s circling me, while I’m still ARMED with the weapon I used to take down his comrade, and I’m just like, “Do you not see this dude on the floor?! I will totally do the same thing to you if you come at me.” I’m not too sure what happens at that point, but I definitely remember freezing the short goon in time or something. I then try to figure out where they came from and discover a mind control on them. I actually feel really bad about it, so I decide to try breaking the control... by turning them into muppets? Like, felted, stuffed animal caricatures of their fleshy selves. (Can’t brain control with no brain?) I also definitely reattach the tall goon’s arm.  After all that, I get the feeling the goons end up working for me? For some reason? It’s weird.  Anyway, I take my husband and we exit that dimension and jump into another one for some reason? I feel like there were things we were trying to accomplish, but I don’t recall them. I also think I remember my husband making a comment about how this new dimension was a version of reality where Jesus didn’t happen? Or Christianity didn’t take off as being popular? I can’t remember the specifics, but it’s especially confusing that he’d say that because I definitely ended up in a catholic church (or a church with the same aesthetics and priest stuff as a catholic church). The weird thing was that there was a large sanctuary, but then also a smaller room with pews and a confession booth in another part of the building. I ended up being naked at some point when I was in the building (I think because any time I have a “oh crap no clothes!” dream, it’s always a church, so my brain must be like, “In a church? Time for no clothes!”). Anyway, I try avoiding the main sanctuary and end up in this small Pew Room with a bunch of old ladies in it.  They’re all aghast at my nakedness, and I then go, “Wait, I’m still dreaming. What am I letting this nonsense dream dictate that I’m gonna be embarrassed rn??” So I just alter the dream to have me in a night gown while holding my change of clothes and change the women’s memories to that of this simple gown. To them, the emotional reaction of shock is still there, but now they want to help me get into decent clothes. One of them suggests getting dressed in the confessional booth but that I should check to see if Priest [name] is in there because, even tho he’s not supposed to be in there yet, sometimes he shows up early. I can only check by looking through a foggy glass on the priest side, though, and it takes me a moment to see that, yeah, the priest is in there.  So I leave the... minituary? and make for a bathroom where I get my proper clothes on.  I eventually meet back up with my husband, and some other stuff happens that I can’t remember.  Then we hop over to another dimension where there’s some really famous school? I think? I only remember that I separated from my husband (again), and wander around what seemed to be a campus. I go down a smaller side walkway and see a boy and girl playing, maybe around 8 years old... I think. The girl wins the game, and the boy pushes her down, saying how his family is rich and influential, and he’ll make sure her life was miserable from then on for beating him. I decide to intervene, grabbing the boy and telling him that what he just did was wrong. He jeers at me, basically being like, “And what are you gonna do about it?”  At that point, I decide this boy had never been spanked in his life, and I need to change that (which is weird because I’ve never in my adult life hit a child, and I decided a long time ago I’d do my best to avoid it). Maybe it’s because I knew the boy was part of a dream, or it was because I was hoping to make myself into a greater force of antagonism in this boys life so that he’d forget and leave the girl alone? I definitely remember thinking the former... I just don’t know if it was quite at that point? Anyway, I spank him five times, not hard or anything--just enough to sting. I then run him out of the alley and check on the girl, healing her bruises and scrapes from where the boy’s assault had hurt her.  I don’t quite remember what happened with her or what exactly happened following the exchange, just that the boy eventually comes back to the front of the alleyway and, brandishing as large of a branch as he can yield, issues a challenge against me. (What was kind of weird was that he’d gone from looking like he was around 8, to looking like he was now around 12... Time traveling might have been involved, but, like, huh??) I think he thought he could come at me while I was surprised and unarmed, but the boy didn’t know I could summon a branch just as large and sturdy as his own. After doing so, I start approaching him with my own branch in hand, and he darts away, down towards a large, probably 100 ft tree (I assumed he’d gotten the branch off the ground around it). To his credit, when he sees I’m still advancing, he turns to face me and fight. We actually have a pretty decent battle, but ultimately his downfall is that he used his branch as a sword, while I used my branch to its full extent as a fighting staff.  He doesn’t like that I bested him and called me a cheat, making comments about how his family would find me and ruin not only my life, but the lives of everyone I love. At that point, I’ve had enough of his sniveling and poor sportsmanships, and straight up lift him with my mind. He hovers there, obviously scared out of his mind, as I give him a lecture on how he needs to learn how to be a better loser, and stuff about using his family’s influence for evil, petty revenge is disgusting. I wrap it up by saying if he ever pulls this kind of awful behavior again, I’ll come back for him, and, as he could see, I’m more powerful than anything his family’s money could do for him. Then, for good measure, I change the chemistry in his brain so that he won’t lash out with such awful aggression. I then let him down, and he runs off.  It didn’t occur to me until that moment, but I’d done that out in the full view of a few buildings and a main street. I just have a moment of “Eh, whatever. I’m too powerful to care right now. This isn’t even my dimension.”  I think I then leave the dimension and then jump back into it (the dimension "section” looked like a video game overworld man, btw) in order to get to be with my husband again. Might have complained about the boy? Something plot related might have happened, idk. I woke up not long after that. 

[idreamofinsanity]

That which you have created is wrong not to call iron, for if it were to fall, it would destroy so many lives.

my brain, while waking up this morning, with ABSOLUTELY NO CONTEXT

[idreamofinsanity]

Dream: Modern D&D Apocalypse

I dreamt I was playing as a doppleganger in a "modern fantasy" version of D&D. As a background, in real life, my TTRPG group I’m a player in (I DM a totally different group of people) is typically 4 people: M, N, R, and myself. M GMs one game, but R GMs the other 2. One of R’s games has more players and plays regularly, so I tend to see him as the Game Master of the group. None of these games are D&D, but my game that I run IS, so I tend to think in D&D.  I was playing a sorceress doppelganger, and she was married to M’s character. I think he was a fighter, but he was definitely a melee class of some sort. He was a big, broad shouldered guy with a head full of thick red hair and a bushy red beard, and really sweet to my character (yes, he knew she was a doppelganger). Never found out what was up with D's character (she was purposely keeping it secret from us as part of the game). I get the feeling she was in charge of something, but I don’t know what her class or race was. (Also, while playing the perspective would switch from player to PC.) Anyway, something weird happened and our characters either time traveled forward from a “modern fantasy” kind of thing or got into a parallel dimension where everyone was having to battle these shadow monster kind of things that had appeared all over the world and started killing people. The PCs ended up meeting at a house for a set up meeting of some sort. I remember being in the basement and having to interact with people. At some point M’s, D’s, and my character ended up grouped and talking.  I remember D’s PC asking me if I had been a familiar as we climbed the stares of the basement into the kitchen. I verbally stumbled back and forth, until we got to the kitech, then said something like, “Oh, well... Sort of. I was a very close companion with a mage a long time ago.” It... was weird. It was like my brain knew my PC’s backstory, but I honestly didn’t know what I was talking about while I was telling her. (I could make one up right now and have a reason she was a sorceress, but... I honestly didn’t have any clue what her backstory was as I was revealing parts of it.)  Eventually we agreed that I needed to infiltrate some organization for some reason that I can’t remember. And, of course, for SOME REASON BEYOND MY UNDERSTANDING, this organization was headed by Nick Fury. Who I decided to impersonate. For some dumb reason.  I went to the training field and for some reason asked someone (maybe an instructor?) to show me what he could, like I was testing him. He began going through the motions when I then started reading his mind, and he just... was thinking at me that he knew I was doppelganger because Fury would never do what I’d just done. For some reason he decided to think at me that if I left, he wouldn’t report me and have me imprisoned or killed.  For a moment, I held, unsure of if this was a bluff. Maybe he just randomly thought that at people he interacted with all the time. If I left, I’d be confirming for him that I WAS a doppelganger...  I didn’t want to risk it, though, so I bluffed some Nick Fury-like response to what he was doing, then left. As soon as I was out of sight, I turned into a woman (maybe my default form?) then high tailed it out of there.  I also have a vague memory of using a spell and surprising someone who knew I was a doppelganger, so maybe the guy followed me? I don’t know...  That’s the last bit I can really remember. I do think it’d be fun to actually play this game, but, alas, that probably won’t ever happen. 

[idreamofinsanity]

Dream: He is the Wolf, She is the Fox

I dreamt of people becoming animals. I think it was one dream, wherein I was reading or watching something, and that thing kept interlaying in the dream. Every time I consume a peace of media in a dream, it temporarily becomes the dream, so sometimes it’s hard to tell exactly what’s going on. In this dream, I remember enough context to say that it was likely an anime I was watching in intervals. The dream started out being about my husband (my real one) and I (possibly) traveling around. I don’t think the wolf thing had been in the dream yet, but I have some vague memories of the early parts. I then either talked to some guy, or started watching this (apparently Pokemon?) anime about a woman who would become an Alolan form Vulpix. I then began to ponder something about how things might have been if my husband could turn into a wolf… Then that became the dream. My husband had always been able to become a wolf at will. He was a black one with blue eyes, and was the properly huge size of a wild wolf… I had reminisced then about how when we were engaged, the others of his kind had been upset. When a “werewolf” (in my waking, I would call them something else, but that was what my dream decided) mates with a human, the offspring can’t become wolves, after all. His family didn’t like that, and basically cut him off from them. I also have this vivid memory of lying next to him in a large bed at night with him as a wolf. I studied him for a moment, then hugged him, practically sinking into his soft fur. (It reminded me of when I was a kid and my dog would sleep next to me.) Anyway, the rest of the dream was pretty “mundane” traveling stuff. The most exciting part was something where my husband got tired with being stuck in traffic, and drove off one road, onto a large grass strip, then onto another road (with me yelling about how we shouldn’t do that). As we were still on the grass, we saw flashing lights in the mirrors. We got onto the road, and pulled to the side with the other cars, only to have the police drive right passed us. I just looked dumb-founded and was like, “Well, if that didn’t get us pulled over, I don’t know what possibly could in this state!” Then there was the matter of the other part of the dream: the whole vulpix… anime. Throughout the dream, I would be watching some of this anime, and it starts off with this woman having the ability to turn into a vulpix, but having to be careful about doing it because the more she does it, the longer she stays as one, until she’ll eventually be stuck. Eventually I skipped ahead to see what happens (this is the only indication I have that this might be a book or manga, because I never skip ahead in shows or movies unless they’re just BAD). The ending was these people doing a dance thing (I actually remembered the dance being in the main dream, and actually got confused seeing it in the anime thing), then this magic thing happening? maybe? The scene shifts to the vulpix resting in a room, then perking up and looking at some pretty glittery thing happening (the stuff was implied to have happened because of the dancing. The love interest (this guy with hair that was patches of black and white and kind of messy), looked up from what he was writing at a desk to see the pretty thing. He commented that this was their way of showing their gratitude for her sacrifice. She starts talking to him (where I’d left off in the story, she’d not been able to actually speak english like that, so I got confused AGAIN), and the mouth was awkwardly layered over her snout in the animation. I immediately just FOCUSED on that, unable to pay attention to anything else going on in the anime dream thing. Anyway, that’s basically all I remember, so there you go! P.S. Don’t have time to proofread, so if it’s messed up somewhere, WHOOPS! 

[idreamofinsanity]

Dream: Parasites of Power

I dreamt there were parasites that were sentient and metacognizant .  The dream focused on a young man who acquired a parasite that gave him super strength and super endurance (and also a weapon?), but made him look... well, a little monstrous. Extra folds of pink skin would push out and act as armor, and bones would jut out like horns he could use as weapons. Given some things I remember, he probably had a lot of control over the parasite and how whether he was even activating this other form from one moment to the next. I also think he was actually given it by another person? (I don’t remember the exact scene, but later context makes me believe he was given it.)  He quickly learns his purpose in having this parasite is to fight other parasites and keep them from spreading to others. Now, the parasites for each person were really a singular being each, rather than an overrunning of many different ones. This meant you could have a conversation with them, basically, and /maybe/ destroy one without killing its host (though that was unlikely from what I gleaned).  Over the course of the dream, though, the protag began investigating the parasites’... community? At some point he meets this woman with a parasite, and they entire situation there is just... off. Eventually he gets the parasite in this woman to tell him something that leads him to a realization... (I just want to note that the scene flashbacked to the parasite’s “younger” years, and there was this microscopic view of conversations between microscopic creatures going on. It actually looked kind of cool?)  The parasites had all been fighting each other, and that was leading to dwindling numbers, so in order to combat this, one particular parasite hatched a plan. If the parasites had one common enemy, they would more easily work together, right? So this parasite created another parasite and scenario where whoever had this parasite would fight others with parasites.  It would give the parasite to host who would be steered towards wiping out the parasites. The parasites would recognize this powerful parasite and the threat it possessed to all of them. Banding together as a community, they would work to foil the anti-parasite and its host, and, most importantly, stop working to foil and kill each other. (I almost get a sense of longevity of the parasites, and perhaps host jumping, because this protag wasn’t the first person to inherit the anti-parasite parasite.)  Anyway, the guy learns all this, and stops fighting the parasites. I remember something about working as a fireman? Or at warehouse? Idk.  Something happened where either his parasite or its creator forced him into fighting again, but... that was near the end of the dream, so I don’t remember it too well.  The whole thing felt very anime, and probably had to do with me (re?)watching Beyond the Boundary recently. 

[idreamofinsanity]

Dreams: Oh Husband, My Husband, My... Monster?

I dreamt two different dreams, but both end with a husband. (And please bear with me for grammar/punctuation/nonsense wording. I’m very tired and typing this after work.)  The first was of me being at a job or college. My husband was apart from me for a long term reason that I don’t recall, but I was making friends and the like to keep the loneliness at bay (I presume).  One of the men I had befriended had a particular... interest in me. I can tell the dream “borrowed” this chemistry guy named Erik I knew in college. (I personally didn’t have a strong connection to the real life guy, just to clear that up ahead of time.) We hung out a lot, and it became clearer and clearer that he had feelings for me, but I didn’t have mutual feelings for him.  At some point, I think near the end of my time at whatever thing this was, he asked to hang out with me doing something, and I had agreed. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but it was just the two of us. Then he pulled out a bouquet of flowers and some other gift. He told me he loved me, and just needed me in his life.  I was genuinely sad for him because I knew what I needed to do. I told him, quite frankly, that there was no way we could be a thing because I was /married/. I already have a husband.  (Now, it’s entirely possible that a the beginning of this story, I wasn’t married. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gone from single to “wait, no, I’m married” in a dream. Real-life husband cuttin’ in on my fake-dream romancin’. Just pointing that out as a possibility.)  The next thing I remember was saying good-bye to this Erik, and meeting up with my husband. I told him I’d missed him, then we walked off to his car. 

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The next dream I had involved me going to a Lady Gaga concert.  In the dream I’d heard something about how during her show; she was distributing “Love Letters from a Monster” to her front row (or first few rows?) concert goers during the show. I think it was a promotion for an album titled “Monsters” or “Born a Monster” or something. (I only know that’s not a real album because I LOOKED IT UP. I’m not a big Lady Gaga fan, which is part of why this dream is puzzling. I just know she calls her fans Little Monsters or something like that and she has “Born This Way” which is probably how that happened in my brain.)  Anyway, no one was putting these “letters” on the internet, or there was a wide variety of them or something, so you basically had to be at this spot to know what was up. And these letters were said to be fucking HEART WRENCHING. If there’s one thing my little asexual heart loves, it’s a monster in love.  So I guess dream-me had the extra money, because I ended up at a concert. It was one of those stadium-sized ones where she’s on a huge stage in the middle, surrounded on all sides by audience. I think she was blonde, rocker paint on her face, wearing a black leotard, netting leggings, and some NICE black boots.  I was REALLY thrown for a loop because Gaga basically gave the Letter-Getters her discography list and was like, “Okay, for this concert, we’re doing a special thing where these front row people who obviously are big of fans of me get to choose my songs for this.” Then she did a song, and we were basically supposed to choose while she was playing it.  And dream-me, like real life me, doesn’t know squat about her songs. I was like, “oh no, I only know her popular songs and i’m only here for the Monster Letters” and freaking out looking at this list.  Now, I don’t know how it was we were supposed to choose, but it got done (voted for an individual song? ranked them? idk), and the concert went on. I think we reached a song about monsters, and that’s when she finally threw the letters to her first few front rows.  And when I say “threw,” I mean “threw”. Like, scattered them to us. Yet she got all of us. Because she’s a boss, apparently.  At that point, my attention went to this letter. (Because I’m apparently too rude to wait for the end of the concert THAT I PAID TO WATCH.)  I don’t remember the words, just the emotions and how GOOD it was.  And then, as happens when I try experiencing media in my dreams, my view shifted to the woman that this monster was in love with.  I can’t accurately give you what this dream was because I feel like I’ll accidentally mix it up with a story I’ve recently been toying with for my game I DM. (No doubt it’s where the dream sprung from.)  I just remember a feeling of turmoil, rejection, then acceptance. I don’t know from who or of what each of these things related to, just that the end result. The Monster married woman, and they had a son. I think someone was trying to hunt them or something, but... well, I woke up, and I just can’t remember more.