In my brain

Date: 7/27/2022

There is some preamble about being at a cottage with friends, but I don’t remember this part. Now I am inside my own brain. It is a dark cave with a rounded ceiling and a flat floor. The floor is soft, unlike stone. All colours are blacks and blues and dark purples. There are small creatures like trilobites on the ground. I am with a woman, a friend of mine. There is a window, but it’s dark outside. She tries to help me get out. She can channel something. The trilobites scurry away. It almost works, but not quite. She uses a lamp to illuminate the ground and sees glowing traces of someone else. She uses this to get out. Now I am in the cottage with a large group of people. The woman is there and a man with a bald head and heavy brow, and two twins with growing goatees, and a nervous looking man. I know them all, and they have names. There are also a dozen cats, my two and many more that came from my basement. We all talk and it’s good to be outside my brain. I notice that it’s still dark outside the window. I ask if anyone has seen the sunshine, or if anyone has left the door. No one has, but don’t seem perturbed. I realize that I am still trapped in my brain, and these people are all personifications of my mind, split into different agents. I am a controller, the woman is a helper, the bald man is an observer, the twins are collaboration, and the last man is doubt. There is a Christmas tree with only a few presents. One says to open early. I convince the group to leave. We do so, but the nervous man enters a glowing bedroom with a half closed door instead. It’s revealed that I’m still in my own brain. The sun is false. Now we must complete a challenge, guiding my breathing. We all have a role to play, and are each in cubicles with a script and an intercom to talk with the others. As we complete tasks successfully, the cubicle gets larger and we are in the same room together. With effort, we’re done. Something else happens which I forget. Later, I am in my own house, but larger. There is sun. However, I see the woman there and we exchange a glance. The bald man goes up the stairs and makes eye contact with me. It’s clear I’m still in my brain. The men upstairs seem unaware of the situation. In a later dream, I’m explaining how heat radiators work on space craft. * before I went to bed, I was reading Wikipedia articles about depersonalization and ego death, and played Deep Rock Galactic, which no doubt influenced my dreams. I woke up scared.