Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 2/12/2026
By montyroz
It was someone's birthday celebration (unclear who), and there was a large group of us hanging out at a local park. We were all getting in our cars to go to the next part of the party, which was taking place at someone's house. As we all walked past, a teenage boy said something in passing about how hot we all were. We crammed ourselves into various cars and drove away. When we arrived at the house, it became clear that we all had the ability to transform into dogs. Alegra was there, and their dog form was so tiny that the host's Great Dane (just a regular dog) kept harassing and scaring the shit out of them. We all sat down and someone informed us of a tragedy: Karissa, who had taken her own car, had been killed in a traffic accident. We mourned, and it felt unbelievable. As the party came to a close, there were hundreds of pieces of clothing scattered across the livingroom (we had all gotten gifts for some reason) and I started to make piles of everyone's items. In the next part of the dream, I lived in an enormous house with a bunch of friends. There were so many bedrooms, winding corridors and secret doors. Max owned the house, but plenty of people had a room, including me, Kit, Joel, Julia, Sho, Holly, Anamaria, Amber, and Alegra. Rhys lived with us too but wasn't home. It was late evening, and Max mentioned that they were worried that we were using too much power and the fuse box would blow, so they asked me to go around the house and ask people to turn some lights off and unplug stuff. I did. I wandered through the maze of people's rooms. I accidentally woke Julia up from a nap and she seemed peeved. People accommodated and cut their power use. Then we suddenly had a different worry – that Rhys was coming home infected/possessed/pursued by some sort of evil force or monster. We all started magically looking around the house for places to hide, but there were just too many of us. When Rhys got home he was totally normal and we were all relieved. In a brief interlude, I was on the side of a suburban street with Max and Joel. We were parked near some heavy police activity with sirens and speculating as to what it was. We talked about how surprisingly and devastating it was to hear about Karissa's death. Then, for some reason, I began to climb an enormous nearby tree. Max and Joel watched and became nervous, telling me to come down because it was dangerous. They were worried I would fall and be impaled on one of the sharp lower branches, or that the police would come and I would get a warning. In the last dream, we were at some guy's thrift store style sale of all of his nerdy items. He had collectibles, video games, art books and game guides. Somehow I was also an instructor, and I gave the “class” (Julia. Sho, Mika, a few others) instructions to pick a video game and sketch out what changes you would make if you were to release a new and improved version of the game.