Damn you made me remember last night’s dream where I handed someone three bags, one of them contained dirt, one nutella, and one poop. They were all indistinguishable visually and somehow not even via smell. And then I ran away. I don’t know why I was so panicked that they would come after me but I woke up panicking.
I still remember yesterday night’s dream where I was being driven to the coast in Portugal, where Portugal was just a 1km wide strip. I have never been to Portugal.
I’d actually love that. Last night I dreamed I was playing something akin to X-Wing Alliance with my dad’s Thrustmaster joystick and actually feeling the g-force of all the movement. The fucking alarm clock went off while I was trying to land inside a Star Destroyer (which had an entire brick interior decor for dream reasons) after bombing its turrets.
That would be so cool. I often dream about taking pictures of wonderful landscapes, but the phone has always some kind of problem that prevent me to do so. Sometimes I also have the explicit thought of “damn, too bad I’m in a dream and it won’t save to my phone anyway”.