8 Feb 2024
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The dream kept melding into other things, it was very chaotic. In the beginning of the dream I remember people preparing for something to come. It was dark and people were lighting fires. It seemed as if they were preparing for a spirit. A large black wolf came barreling through and people celebrated what seemed to be a demon. It got on me and started turning into a human form. After that, the dream changed.
At one point I remember being at my long-distance exes house that in the dream was down the street from my parents house. I still lived with my parents in the dream. I remember being attracted to him but also thinking about how much I wish I never met him. I’m not even attracted to him anymore in real life. I remember being naked and having a blanket pulled over myself. We didn’t do anything and I ended up leaving, trying to sneak out and back into my house covered with a throw blanket. I remember seeing him and thinking about him repeatedly in the dream but hating him still. Other random characters in the dream tried to see me naked in the shower at one point but I got them away and covered myself with a towel.
Towards the end of my dream, my parents told me his dad (who was only his dad in the dream, not in real life) heard something about us and was angry. The town seemed to be a cult with him as the leader. He and my parents had ruled that I be sent away to work. I cried and went to this strange object I had. Throughout the dream this object could bring either punishment or reward depending on if you deserved it. I pressed two buttons, selecting why I believed It wasn’t my fault. I pressed a button that said “girl.” A vision appeared before everyone. It was a little 6 year old girl walking around in a dress. A man was nearby and used a looking glass that imagined lacey underwear on her. When she crouched down to play with some toys, he approached her and lifted her dress. The little girl seemed like she was supposed to be me, showing everyone around why I am the way that I am. But in real life I don’t remember anything like that happening to me that young.
When I ran back home, I came across this alarm clock thing that I had pressed a few times over the course of my dreams. When I pressed it, the dream changed and was over. It was a way out. I saw a big open space with several rooms connected, each seeming to be a bedroom with bookshelves. Each room was a different beautiful color. A girl walked down and into the furthest one, a green bedroom. She said “now that I’ve finished both of the other stories.. I want to try a fantasy one.” On the night stand in each room was one of the alarm clocks with the escape button. Everything that had been going on was basically being put into different worlds.
