Sixth week of my dream journal entries

29-12-22

Went to work, forgot something, went home. Saw a wolf. Wolf decided he was our pet now and only responded to the name Wolf. (he was really cute >.<) We went to church (never been to church in my life) and took Wolf with us, but an elderly woman accused us of stealing her dog and tried to call him to her but Wolf would only listen to us.

30-12-22

Cypress was staying with me for a while, and once in a while I stayed at his place. I got home and he was in my kitchen, apparently he felt comfortable enough there to decide to prepare sauerkraut for dinner. Cypress shifted into Ink for a bit- I stayed over at their apartment. We went out for a walk near a highway and stumbled across my dream!themepart, which was really exciting because I remembered my weird dream from a while ago and desperately wanted to find out why it creeped me out so bad.

We climbed under the wall and discovered the park was quarantined to keep a chupacabra inside. It escaped (we never saw it) and we went to a butcher to get the biggest slab of meat ever (like the size of a tree) to try to prevent the chupacabra from unleashing Hell on earth. (I remember thinking my mom was right about watching Lost Tapes)

There was something about a commune, but I left to go to a student house in Oxford. I met my friends, some guys studying French and chemistry, but their 'leader' was some Byronic fellow (I don't like him). My friend Yvette (not a real person) had been staying with him (I think they're dating?) but that morning she'd woken up next to his murdered corpse. There was an investigation and I don't think she was a suspect. 

I went upstairs to her room to see her and she was with two mutual female friends; we chatted very casually with her about students and partying and drinking beer before 11 am. Yvette and one friend went downstairs and I told the other that if I saw her boyfriend so much as raise his voice I'd take Yvette straight back to the commune. My friend warned me that that wasn't a safe plan. 

I went downstairs as well and drank apple-flavoured sparkling water made by their French teacher and sat with 'Byron' (he was supposed to be dead, btw). I talked with the inspector about the murder and he said he wouldn't listen to anything Yvette told him because she's 'whippy' (made up offensive slang for a mentally unstable person. Not a real word. Never heard it in any conversation before). I screamed at him 'don't you fucking dare call Yvette whippy!"

31-12-22

I know I dreamt a whole storyline about the sims and Yvette might also have been there, but that's all I can remember

01-01-23

Remodelled a part of my home so a friend could stay with me. My room was very functional with a small loft, theirs was huge with two floors and the most beautiful mosaic bathroom. It eventually got even bigger and turned into a restaurant.

There was some kind of lab where we were figuring out a way to keep a decapitated head alive. A doctor came up with a sort of pressure chamber, kitted out with a detachable breathing tube- but when she got in to test it, it wreaked havoc on her reproductive organs, giving her all sorts of disorders and infections.

Still, we placed the head in (which I then morphed into) and the machine worked, the clipped on tube providing airflow. However it disconnected very easily and felt awful.

I was Colette now, driving the Impala (because yes, I had watched SPN with Dino that evening and apparently my brain was sucked back into superwholock tumblr). The head, which turned out to be Dean, was thrown into the car's trunk and Sam (who was sometimes also Silas?) was helping me try to smuggle Dean across the border. Inbetween my pov kept switching between Colette and Dean, and the airflow kept disconnecting and reconnecting and it felt so horrible omg.

We arrived at the border, (I was now a disembodied floating entity watching this all go down) Dean nearly suffocated a couple of times, but we managed to cross without major injury. Instead of calmly getting in the car and driving far away, Sam/Silas decides to grab Colette and make out with her on the car hood (I have no great love for SPN or Sam, so feel free to judge me for this turn of events. Lord knows I'm judging myself). At this point I gain some awareness and begin to lucid dream for a while; I remember thinking I hope this doesn't wake me up. I think I do wake up for a little bit but go right back to dreaming.

Mom and I take a long train ride to Canada, eventually we have to exit because we get stuck in the snow. Finally my mind decides to reproduce some knockoff plot of Bridgerton but with my ocs. I swear, my inner self is still stuck in the mindset of a fourteen year old on tumblr.

02-01-23

Genuinely no clue.

03-01-23

Still no clue, though I do remember running through a few scenes right after waking up.

Oh fuck no that's not true I remember I was in the local pub- it had been completely stripped bare in preparation to be converted into a house. Then I was in a different house and had to find all the hidden purple buttons. If I got the amount wrong the big demon in the corner would eat me. Weirdly enough this wasn't particularly scary.

04-01-23

New year's party that I was really anxious about (don't remember this).

Went to Sixflags with my parents and was extremely shocked to recognize all these areas from my dreams- like a country path, lined with a ditch and across from a farmstead that was one of the entrances to my dream!themepark? I told my mom I had to go there to investigate but instead we went to a bouncycastle arena with mud. I think there might have been a sort of contest/show. 

I was in a Victorian townhouse; I'm some sort of guy staying with my buddy (i show him my pecs, never gets brought up again). We give our housekeeper a facecream that immediately proves to be super agressive and burns her face. We offer her a different facecream but she understandably says no thank you.