Dreams: Stockpile #1

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The pufferfish

I've been invited into a stranger's house and feel like washing my hands. I wander around while looking for a sink. Eventually I discover the bathroom and notice there's a pufferfish splashing around in the tub. I freeze and we just end up staring at eachother for a few seconds. Perfect stillness and then his lips start moving, like he's whispering something I can't quite make out. I apologize anyway and close the door.

Dinner

Busy waiters are passing packed dinner tables that were placed between the shopping aisles of one of the bigger grocery stores. I'm sitting at one of the tables and listen to my dad. He's talking about how he's had another operation and that he doesn't remember being young anymore. I touch his hand and smile. One of the fluorescent tubes above us starts flickering and then the room goes dark. Within the darkness there's a baby making himself known.

Slide

I'm lying on a mattress listening to music. My bed levitates upwards and tilts until I slide to my feet. I realize the dream but also realize I'm struck by blindness. I lift my eyelids using my fingers and feel like my vision has improved. I hover through the opened door and hear myself breathe.

Brazil

In Brazil there's a man sneaking into public toilets. He's holding some sort of device and dips a sensor into one of the urinals. Beep, bop, bizzz! His facial expression changes into something indicating a mix of skepticism and curiosity. He produces a telephone and starts punching in numbers. Another man in a soccer stadium grabs his phone and monitors the display, same as some third man who's currently sitting in a living room somewhere holding a playstation controller. The game begins and the german national team scores a quick goal, and a second, and a third. The referee gets called to the sidelines.

The beast

It's a sunny day. I'm sitting in the middle of my old schoolyard facing a typewriter. There's white smoke rising in about throwing distance and lingers there like a wall. Suddenly a horned beast, about two storeys high, darts out and sprints torwards me. The world slows down and panicked kids flee into every direction. Bedlum! Some of the kids get knocked over, dropped toys everywhere, but I refuse to get up and keep sitting in the middle of chaos. I manage to get a few more words in and finally get up and grab my typewriter. I'm janked back halfway like someone was pulling my chain and realize there's an electrical cord that's plugged into the ground. I hesitate before I rip the cable out and start running.

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The normal madness ;-))

Yeah, probably. I remember talking to a woman who was claiming she had been dreaming about sitting in a tree singing that song about stolen coconuts. Meanwhile Jordan Peterson seems to be dreaming about his dear grandma doing arts and crafts with paintbrushes made from pubic hair. That said, it's probably safe to assume we're all uniquely weird, at least subconsciously. Maybe some more so than others, but it puts our notion of normality into perspective.

It sounds like a perfect dream diary, it makes a good read.

P.s. I didn't discover #weird yet.

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