I have a tendency to dream things that make Super Mario Brothers 2 look like Inception:
I was on a vacation in South Korea, where I was myself at three different ages and also Sonic the Hedgehog, which was a fictional character in that world.
I I was taken by an elf through an inch high door that somehow allowed my entire body through it, into a strange afterlife.
I was in a world where rocks were living things that assisted policemen. Everything was in strange, bright colors. This world's most popular sport was to take bears that could turn into racoons, put them on rafts until the vibration caused them to change and then shoot them. It was a spectator sport with some danger, as if the raft ran aground, the bear got loose.It was even weirder than it sounds.
I was in a world being consumed by an encroaching darkness. I ended up trapped in a room, the last thing in the universe, when I saw a brick wall in front of the darkness. I rubbed the wall, revealing a window, and went through the window into a peaceful park with some guys and the Grim Reaper.
I found myself in an alternate reality where I had a different skin color and hairstyle. My father was a man with giant horns on his head and a metallic goatee. He took me down to his basement through stairs made entirely of floating discs.
These, by the way, were mostly good dreams. Realistic dreams are usually horrifying.
I was on a vacation in South Korea, where I was myself at three different ages and also Sonic the Hedgehog, which was a fictional character in that world.
I I was taken by an elf through an inch high door that somehow allowed my entire body through it, into a strange afterlife.
I was in a world where rocks were living things that assisted policemen. Everything was in strange, bright colors. This world's most popular sport was to take bears that could turn into racoons, put them on rafts until the vibration caused them to change and then shoot them. It was a spectator sport with some danger, as if the raft ran aground, the bear got loose.It was even weirder than it sounds.
I was in a world being consumed by an encroaching darkness. I ended up trapped in a room, the last thing in the universe, when I saw a brick wall in front of the darkness. I rubbed the wall, revealing a window, and went through the window into a peaceful park with some guys and the Grim Reaper.
I found myself in an alternate reality where I had a different skin color and hairstyle. My father was a man with giant horns on his head and a metallic goatee. He took me down to his basement through stairs made entirely of floating discs.
These, by the way, were mostly good dreams. Realistic dreams are usually horrifying.
