I was at a hackerspace located at a university. They had a couch in the corner where there was a famous flashdrive stuck between its seats. Apparently at one point I'd frequented an IRC channel about it. There was someone sitting nearby and I asked them if they remembered what it was called. They said it was "The Lonely Flashdrive". We talked a bit more. They said their name was Eric and they asked me what my account on Clozemaster was. I told them I didn't have one.

I didn't wake up and everything still felt incredibly vivid. My martial arts instructor told me "of course you're having strange dreams, your blood pressure is skyrocketing". With how vivid and endless the dreams were, I asked him if I was dead. He assured me I wasn't and that if I was well...
woosh, there'd be nothing. I tried to mention the movie Waking Life, but got the name wrong. I asked him if he knew anything about the one I accidently named. I woke up (really woke up) very suddenly.

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After I woke up from the last dream I went to post about it here but my account had been taken over by someone else. I thought I might be dreaming again but it seemed too real so I dismissed the idea. I walked to into my bathroom but didn't recognize it. I walked out to make sure I got the right door but concluded that I must just not use this bathroom a lot. It was themed like my grandparents' house. My old martial arts instructor showed up and I immediately knew I was dreaming.

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I got up because something was making noise. I had a cat and it was acting strange. I'd left the door of the heater open and thought that was it. It became clear there was a second animal in the apartment. I tried to turn on the light but it wouldn't turn on. I reached for my phone to call someone about it, but somehow I realized I was dreaming. Someone else was in my dream and I felt like they were dreaming too, and it was because posting on the internet had connected our minds somehow.

I travelled to the country of Georgia with my family. When it was time to leave though it turned out the only way we could leave the town we were in was by train and there was an accident on the only train line so no trains were running.

I found a bunch of animation cels drying in my bathroom I forgot I'd painted. They'd apparently been there for days but they had drops of water on them that never dried. I picked one up and the water slid across the cel and made all the paint run.

I was at some kind of mall or university and I ran into someone who I thought might know someone who had written a bunch of really detailed notes in a copy of the Voynich Manuscript I found at the library. It turns out they did, but I couldn't talk for long about it because I had to go to work. I tried to get their contact info but woke up while they were saying their phone number.

I kept finding birds inside the house and had to let them out. I couldn't figure out where they were coming from, but as soon as I opened the front door they flew right out.

I went to visit my uncle and stopped at a gas station to buy stuff on the way and it took them forever to get their credit card reader working. When I got to my uncle's there was an electric organ there that I started playing around with. It started picking up AM radio waves and playing rock music.

Saw my grandpa who passed away. We talked for a bit and I got to hug him and he gave me candy.

I'd found a basement to my apartment that I'd never been in before. There were a lot of tools and opened packages of snacks down there, along with a bunch of weird looking bees.

I went to the grocery store. They'd moved a lot of the produce outside and they had a bunch of big round tables people were sitting at. Apparently the inside of the grocery store had three floors but they were only using one. Someone's younger cousin kept following me around and bugging me.

I was in a quiet little city and someone new there was talking about how nice it was when the train rolled through because otherwise it was eerily quiet around. Someone who'd lived there a long time commented that when the train rolled through it was so loud that you couldn't hear the music. When it was really quiet around and you listened closely you could hear the subtle sounds of the town and distant accordions playing a pleasant waltz.

I was at some kind of hacking related conference and they didn't have any chairs to sit in while watching presentations so everyone was supposed to bring a little mat to sit on on the floor. People would also sit on their mats in groups in the hallways and form little impromptu restaurants and stuff.

I went to the grocery store but they weren't scanning any items, you just had to guess at how much money you owed them and filled out a really time-consuming form on their computer with an amount you thought would cover it.

I was on a spaceship that I think was a school. I was new there, and I might have been from the past and dealing with futureshock. They were doing an improv night. There were these massive planet-sized space ships you could see out the window. When they travelled they left a glowing red swirl that tapered off into a point the direction they were going. My friend's sister worked on one of them. Every once in a while, all the students would go home to really normal suburban houses.

There was a marketplace I went to where you could buy fresh produce and everything was in Dutch.

I was Bart Simpson and I had to leave home early to catch a bus, but ended up convincing Marge to take us to a volcano instead. Then I was at the store and decided not to buy anything but I didn't want to leave without anything so I got a pack of gum. The cashier opened up my gum and took a piece. Then I had a to go to a dinner with the landlord for a place I wanted to move to and everyone was trying not to make a mess so it wouldn't look like we were messy people who would be bad tenants.

I watched a cartoon someone made to advertise their AI startup where the whole thing was just cartoon people praising how functional a cartoon robot was.

I was in highschool but I was wandering around the school instead of going to classes. I got on an elevator and it turned out that in addition to going to another floor it also went sideways and became some kind of shuttle that traveled outside the school.

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