Dream log
Decided to keep one of these. Don't expect it to be updated a lot, since I usually forget my dreams as soon as I wake up. But in case I don't, then I'll write them down here! Dates are the date when I woke up from the dream. Beware, insanity ahead!
Previous posts about dreams: 2025-04-21, 2026-03-30
2026-09-02
Another super weird dream! This time I dreamt that my parents keep locking me in a room with nothing to do (no electroooonics) every day for hours on end and I just toss and turn around on the bed all crazy and they wouldn't relent. One day I managed to escape and run outside, but I couldn't buy anything to eat or drink because I don't have my phone. Then my parents caught up to me and berated me for ruining the business meeting so now they couldn't get the deal, because apparently every day they were meeting clients and stuff in the living room which was why I had to be locked up inside, and today the clients saw me run outside (presumably in pajamas).
And then I was at this place that felt like an office with its decor. I spent some time going up and down the floors. I went outside and it's like a beach or something and there are a lot of people playing. A giant inflatable figure dropped a cat onto the sand inn front of me. I tried looking up the lyrics of Black (which was stupid because the 'lyrics" are just "make her a member of the Midnight Crew" repeated over and over), but found that I needed to connect to a VPN first, and I did, and then the narrator said "you can groom a kid with that!" And then I was back in a room inside the office-like building, except this time it was more like a dorm. A friend was drawing. I was talking to her. At one point she got up to open the window, saying frustratingly "the west side is all wind, this side it's so stuffy and hot." There was indeed no wind coming in from the window at all and the outside (it looked like a wetland)'s plants and stuff were completely still.
2026-09-01
We got a brain operation that involved slicing horizontally through our brains, but leaving a small bit unsliced so the two parts are still attached, and just leaving it in our heads like that. Says this procedure will revert us back to who we were in 2025, so we could live in 2027 with only memories up to 2025 (who would even want this? what does this accomplish?). So after the operation, we helped some of our other friends shoot themselves in the mouth. Then I left with two friends of mine. At this point, I had started to feel a weird sensation in my head whenever I talked, or thought too hard, but I didn't tell that to anyone. Friend 1 wanted to buy a shitty art kit with shitty art on it and I convinced her not to. Then we went to a shopping mall and started playing in those rotating teacup things, and that was when I told my friends that after the… brain surgery… I now have this weird feeling in my brain whenever I talked or thought to hard.
And then I woke up, feeling that exact feeling in my head. It flared up a couple more times, but stopped after the alarm rung and I got up. What was that about?
I feel like I have a basis on why I dreamt this dream! Because in the August recap blog I wrote about the MRI and brain scan. I neglected to mention that the brain scan's results didn't come out before I left China (even though they said it would be out the next day). I didn't say it because I know for sure that it must be out now, and since my parents didn't say anything about it it must've been all good; but I think the thing just lodged itself on the back of my mind. Also the MRI said there was a bit of inflammation in my brain, which was nothing to be concerned about, but also might've contributed to this dream. What I'm concerned about was the weird sensation, because that part was obviously "you felt this IRL while sleeping so your dream self explained it in a weird way," but I don't know why my head decided to do that! Sometimes I get the same feeling in my forehead if there's a sharp object dangling in front of my eyes, but in that case the sensation is in the forehead, but in the dream and after I woke up I could clearly feel that the sensation is inside my brain. So weird.
2026-07-04
Argh, so last night I dreamt that I was watching this really good movie. It had spies, mafia gangs, betrayal, all that bag, and it had a lot of yellow in its promotional materials, like police tape.
And then I woke up and realized the movie did not exist in real life! How disappointing!!
2026-05-27
First part involved a bit about going to a movie, getting a thick volume of book that went with the movie, the second book had a way bigger font than the first.
But the core of the dream was this fictional world that was plagued by three different types of deadly rains. Blue Rain, Red Rain, and Green Rain. Green Rain was the most deadly, but I forgot what exactly Blue Rain and Green Rain did. Red Rain followed you wherever you go, so you can't just get out of its range; you have to wait for it to stop. But other than that, for now the people in the world don't know of any negative effects of Red Rain. Blue Rain was the most common, Green Rain the least.
Sometimes I was a player or reader, experiencing fictional media that took place here; sometimes I was literally inside the world.
At one point I got stuck in an elevator. I called for help and was saved.
At one point I found a catalogue of media surrounding the world, the most prominent being the original author's comics, and a series of fancomics made by a fan, which are heeded as canon.
The Blue Rain happened many times while I dreamed, and the Red Rain once, right before I woke up. They could both be fended off with an umbrella. The Green Rain happened during the protagonist (not me)'s backstory, where her village got flooded with green flood, her cat drowned in two panels, and her little house elevated high above the ground with a new rhombus-shaped hole near the bottom.
I do wonder if I could make use of this idea. Would be helpful if I remembered what Blue Rain and Green Rain actually did! If you, dear reader, got inspiration off of this, then please do make use of it.
2026-05-01
I forgot the first part. Usually when I forget too much I just don't write it down, but come to think of that maybe I should write them down anyways.
The first part involved some mishap at a company.
And then there were these creatures that would take the form of a human you know, but they would often have something weird about them, and that's how you know they're impostors.
I met two of my IRL friends (A and B), but I suspected they were impostors, so I very angrily asked them questions about where they'd been and what they have been doing. They answered quite normally. I felt something off, because friend A would usually have gotten mad if I was this hostile for no reason. But I couldn't find any concrete evidence that she's fake, so I let her be.
We went into a room. Sitting on a couch was friend C, who was emitting sprinkles. I immediately pulled out my gun and pointed it at his head. He said, whoa, whoa, let me explain. Let's go outside. So we went outside. He was emitting more and more sprinkles, and they had gotten larger, like colorful plastic balls. And he said, do you know? When you eat sprinkles, there's a 10% chance you'll start emitting them!
And then I shot him in the head twice.
I turned to see friend A coming towards me. I looked into the room again, and friends A and B were still there. I knew immediately that the newcomer was the real friend A, so I went into the room and shot the impostor friend A in the head too.
And then there was a bit where I was holding my gun to someone else's head and threatening to pull the trigger or something.
And then there was a bit where I was walking up a slope when I turned around. There was a car passing, and when it passed it revealed two copies of friend D behind it. One started chasing me, and I ran for it, shooting behind me.
And then afterwards, it seemed like after the entire impostor thing ended, all of us went to this facility in Washington state (no idea why it was in fucking Washington) where it was something about these impostors, I don't know. But the people who worked in the facility are all my little ponies. Except that we see all of them as humans, and they see all of us as ponies.
2026-04-04
I was telling people a story about this flight attendant. Apparently something was wrong with the flight she was on, but she piloted the flight and got everyone to safety and was regarded as a hero.
And then suddenly I'm in the story. It happened a long time ago, but now I'm inside of it, experiencing it as I walk. I sat in a car with the flight attendant (it seemed like the kind of sightseeing buses, all window with barely anything to block your sight. Or because I'm dreaming so I can see everything anyways), driving to the plane. And then suddenly we're on there. There may be a gap of events I don't remember, but now the pilots and all the first-class passengers disappeared.
The plane was… waking me wouldn't describe it as a plane. It was like a building that dream me somehow just believed was a plane. I walked around exploring, walked past a big spot that looked like a wedding restaurant where there's a big stage and a bunch of tables, and then I came across these elevators. Two of them are for normal passengers, and the third was reserved for first-class passengers. There were 3 floors, I was on the first. For the normal elevators, one of them only carried you to the second floor, and the other only carried you to the third. But the first-class elevator stops on all three floors. So I went in that one, wondering why they couldn't have just made the normal elevator stop on all three floors too. I exited out, it was either the second floor or the third I don't remember, and there was just this creepy space that looked like either an airport terminal or a subway station, eerily dark blue with no one there. I realized this was a place where only first-class passengers could reach, which is why they had to awkwardly design two different normal elevators, because of architectural reasons and they had to maneuver the normal passengers around the place.
I went back to the restaurant area and sat down with the heroic flight attendant at a table (who was apparently not piloting the plane at the moment but who the fuck knows). She received a note saying "I'm at the Architectural Archipelago. Come meet me — Hitler." It was in German but I understood it. The flight attendant seemed super hyped at the prospect of meeting Hitler. I woke up, but presumably if I hadn't she was going to fly us to the Architectural Archipelago next.