Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/7/2016
By CharmDuck
I'm in an episode of The Flash for some reason, and I don't know why, but I'm Iris. Barry dies, and Dr. Wells cuts his body in half the long way. Barry from the future appears and says that they figure out how to bring him back in five years. His face shows no marks of being sliced in half. Then he leaves. I go off to the forest to grieve, and a metahuman with fire powers finds me and decides he wants to roast me alive. But as he has me tied to a bunch of dry branches, an ent shows up and saves me. I take the ent back to Central City with me, and he messes up the city because he's an ancient tree and doesn't know any better. So I go back to the forest with him so he can go to sleep, because apparently that's what trees do. When he falls asleep I start to leave and trip over a pumpkin. I pick up the pumpkin and I'm no longer Iris, now I'm me. I say, "wow, that's a really big pumpkin." Even though it's a pretty small pumpkin, and there are much bigger pumpkins scattered around on the ground. I set down the pumpkin and leave the forest to find I'm on my grandparents property. Their dog, Maggie, except for some reason in the dream she's called Taylor, is waiting for me at the edge of the woods, so I run to her, and then we start running to my grandparents house. Then there's suddenly a wolf chasing me, and I can even feel its nose on my butt. Me and Taylor start running at breakneck speed, and we make it to the porch, but the stairs are gone, and for some reason there's a child safety gate? I open the gate and jump onto the porch, then I pull Taylor up and close it. Not bothering to look at the wolf, I run inside to see my grandparents living room rearranged, and my grandpa watching tv (something he doesn't do very much) my parents and uncle were also there, and so was my uncles wife?? (He's not married irl) The only person who came outside with me to look at the wolf was my grandma. It turns out the wolf was actually a dog, and she was just trying to play with me. So we brought her up onto the porch, and she and Taylor sat down together on a bench. I named the dog Topeta after looking at her collar and only seeing a rusty ring for ID tags on it. My grandma decided Topeta needed food. We went inside, and there was this huge bin full of chicken feed, and she took an electric razor and ground up a bunch of chicken feed with it. (That's when I realized it was dream, it was so weird it couldn't have been anything else.) We put the the ground up chicken feed into a blue bowl and added water and then gave it to Topeta. She loved it. Then me and my grandma went inside because it was time for dinner, which was chicken feed and bell peppers. I looked at everyone sadly and said, "sorry guys, I have to wake up now." And I did.