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Date: 6/13/2019

I was the protagonist of the dream. My goal was to her through some challenges, it looked like a platform game. My first challenge was being a poor guy who ended up with everything, because I made him a golfer, as he dreamed to be. But was alone. He suffered, and ultimately went insane after he was cursed by the dungeon. I was controlling him. He didn’t want this. Later and lastly, I was a boy in the dream. He was tested on in a lab. “I have a bigger me growing inside of me, I have to get back to them.” They laid down onto a table. I’m not sure what was happening, but he closed his eyes and i felt stretching. I, they, what ever, were about to die because they were running out of time. They stared at the screen. “One percent in the head, and in the arm!” They did their stuff with the head. And then they did their stuff with the arm, it almost tingled. “I have to get back to bigger me...” it echoes in my brain still. When I woke up, I was on my side, my left arm tingled and felt like it was stretched like an elastic band. That was a memorable dream.