9 Jul 2024
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There are bits and pieces of dreams I remember across weeks. I was in a new location, resembling Mack and Darcee’s abode. I had my cane…but it was a symbol of power and submission? The elastic broke through, and my metal cane peeled like a growing bamboo. Before reforming, it was…like that everytime I tried to defend myself.
There were times where there was another person…seemingly representing Alfred from Batman’s stories. We were living a somewhat mundane life—when suddenly something blew us into the water. Including a white dog. I managed to save myself and several others, and the dog I saved just in time.
There was also…a time where I was attending a large party? Food was being served, and there was a choice we had to make between several opposing forces? I was also able to remember…Chase? Who was so accommodating to me…I kept flashing above ground with a flourishing business and a underground water location where monsters lurk every turn. I kept picturing, Mack’s bathroom—having to use it…but something in it prevented me from flushing and exploded.