Let's talk about our dreams last night

>the taps in my kitchen aren't working
>my teeth fell out

>squeeze my toothpaste
>Blood and hair come out

>>38431909
>be a homeless teddy bear
>find this weird place with a playground in the backyard or something
>chill out there as an exhibit for this group of people
>hanging out in the bar with arteezy who is another exhibit
>he is in a circus show they do and notice something on the back of arteezys jacket
>says something that pisses arteezy off and he gets mad at the guys
>they slit his throat and I run away scared and angry
>wake up

>>38431909
>get a call about a "contract" or something
>okay whatever
>walk around in the middle of the night
>two guys show up, ones a drug dealer I knew irl
>chat for a while, without thinking I pull out a gun and shoot them both multiple times in the chest
>police sirens instantly
>went home, a black girl on a motorcycle rides up to me

and then I woke up

>>38431909
>someone stolen my kar98 (disclamer: I don't own one irl)
>go to undergroud station
>get approched by some hobbo
>he tells me that furries have stolen my gun, because they are trying to resurect Paul Mauser
>he gives me small sword
>go around killing furry station masters
>they are all hot grils underfurr suit
>can't touch them for some reason
wake up

>I'm in bed and three people suddenly come in my room
>There is shit everywhere
>I see my cat lying next to me watching a different cat walking around
>I grab the revolver I keep in the nightstand and point it at the people and yell "what the fuck" (which apparently was out loud according to my roommate
>all three people walk into my closet and disappear
>have a bunch of variations of this dream over and over all night, except no people, just two cats.
I also frequently hallucinate in the mornings so it may have been that. I probably should not keep a gun in the nightstand or own one at all really

>kicking the crap out of a family member
>in a weird house
>walking in my childhood neighborhood
>it's summer and a bit bright but cold
>bunch of dogs come out of nowhere to smell my junk
>cover my junk and German Shepard bites my leg

>>38431909
>Be a nigger slave in 1850
>Picking cotton
>Get hit by a thunder
>Wake up
It was really weird.

>>38433865
>hit by thunder

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>go to chic fil a
>for some reason they sell hotdogs
>mfw
>buy the biggest one they sell
>this thing is 2 feet long and 6 inches thick
>eat that thing (nohomo)
>tfw wake up and realize there are no hotdogs at chic fil a

i still dont know why i had that dream

>>38433884
>only hit by one thunder
pleb

>>38431909
I don't have dreams
I want to dream

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series of vignettes from my school days except I improve my life instead of throwing it in the toilet

>>38433884
What, you've never been thunderstruck?