2 Nov 2023
Dream
It was more like a chain of dreams that lasted the night. All I mostly remember was one of them taking place in a fancy play/musical theater and it's stage and the last one, but they all involve me hating this 1 guy, who was the same guy in every dream, so much that I somehow killed him and a lot of people I know in real life also getting killed via collateral damage. Like I said, I only mostly remember the last one. And in it I had a fire in my room so I wouldn't get cold and it was on the plushie pit right next to my bed. And then I wanted to put it out because I didn't want it to grow, so me and my friend Hans decided to put it out with hair spray. Then, the fire basically became a white glowing mass and I was like, "Oh shit I better get out of here before this thing blows!" So I run to the door and I was like, "I should tell people to leave as well..." but then, "Oh wait I want that guy dead. Oh well, I really don't care about the others, as long as he dies." And then I booked it out of the house and right when I was in the field infront of my apartment, the whole thing exploded. And I didn't care about the other people in there. I didn't feel guilt. I didn't feel remorse. Then, my alarm woke me up.