Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 9/5/2019
By Ether_Erebus
Multiple dreams: 1. We’re in someone’s house and it’s really pretty and huge. I’m wearing a really fancy dress and I’m making out with a random girl. I wake up and go back to sleep. 2. We’re in the basement BUT it’s much larger. We’re doing some sort of testing or something when the computer transports mysterio as the next combat person to fight. He’s actually not a crazy guy and this one’s powers are actually real. He’s really sweet and somehow only I know that his name isn’t mysterio and about his real identity. Something happens and he has to leave but he calls me on the phone. And I speak to him, and I know someone else in the house has the phone on too and can hear what I’m saying so I consciously say through the phone, “whoever has the phone on better turn it the fuck off” and I add a threat in there too. I’m sexually attracted to the mysterio and I speak like I’m in love with him. I tell him not to say his name over the phone because he asks me why I keep calling his mysterio instead of his name; I tell him I don’t want anyone to know his real identity. While I’m on the phone, something happens and I wake up again and go back to bed. 3. The last one I remember is being at a nighttime carnival with crazy arcade games. I’m playing a game where I have to toss a white golf sized ball across a pit of balls and into a small wired container connected to a tube. I throw one and I get it back and it keeps going until you lose all of the balls. Every time I throw it it goes in and every couple of shots, the balls divide and become 2, so I would get 2 points. I look over at the score board and I’m at like 29 points. The game shuts downs and I’m waiting for my prize when where I’m sitting on the ledge Keanu Reeves shows up and is talking about the game being so wildly sought after. I tell his it’s because the NBA overtook watch time over the NHL that’s why Canadians are going crazy. Fast forward a bit, we end up at home. It’s Daman, Savleen and i. We’re watching something on the TV and the kitchen window’s blinds are open and it’s still nighttime. I don’t even know why but I care a lot about how people see me. So as I make my way to the kitchen, I know there’s a part going on beside us and they can look in and see who’s in the house. And I walk around like I want people to see me and not be disgusted. I’m eating those gummy bears which taste like mangoes. And then I wake up.