My dreams consist of individuals drowning themselves in doppler radar, being chased by a boulder in a catacomb version of my home, driving horribly in the middle of the night, magnificent strolls in otherworldly nature, finding lost deceased cats after many years in radioactive sewers, back home or in caves with baby versions of themselves with green hair, running a guinea pig breeding zone where they can be turned into edible donut-sized tires, new NS issue or music while simultaneously moving extremely awkwardly in a store half-asleep much like irl, gliding, waking up because I died by falling/flying into something at intense velocity or because my furnace exploded, waking up because I had slugs in my mouth, more gliding, waking up because I was so pissed off that I was in a dream only to realize that I was still in a dream and keep being more pissed off until I was instead pissed off because I actually wasn’t in a dream, demons in my closet (it’s always just cats), hyperventilating with apnea and an unhealthy douse of insanity while I devolve into further insanity as either the happy face on my PC begins to glitch out, or I’m put into a mental institution for being excessively exhausted, gliding angelically, and worst of all, working as a cashier again.
My dreams do not consist of me owning this thread. That is just boring reality.
