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Can't remember anything, although I know I dreamed of something, I can feel that...

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The last hour before finally getting out of bed this morning has been a semi-conscious mix between dream and reality - started when I briefly woke up and looked at the clock, and continued with me dreaming that I'm trying to wake up - and I know some of it was a dream since I saw construction metal rods on my nightstand

House & Cows

I don't remember much except for the las few moment before I woke up - dreamed about how Dr. House was preparing the have sex with a real life cow, drugging it included, in order to prove some weird and forgotten point... or just for the fun of it.

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Nothing much, don't remember last night's dreams, except for the one at around the time when I was waking up: dreamed I was playing HoN, loosing at the beginning, but turning the tide on the other team later one. And since I started winning, I distinctly remember hitting on one of the teams female characters

The Tower and The Broken

It's late in the evening, but I still can remember the dreams I had last night - the dreams that made me decide to start writing them down. Usually, I wake up from such dreams feeling tired, battered and bruised, but this was not here, as in both of them I somehow knew that they we're some sort of movies, not direct, 'real' experiences, but fabricated stories.

The tower

This was the first dream, the longest and the most complicated. As the story goes, two average, middle-aged couples got recruited into a 'game', something like the survival live shows you see on tv. The game was that the couples were to climb a tall building using some sort of teleportation device, avoiding all kinds of deadly traps on each floor. After about half of the 'movie' I learned, as well as the 'players', of the catch - at one moment when they looked down to a lower level from where they teleported they saw themselves below, dying in that floor's trap - the teleportation device actually created clones, leaving the original bodies right there to die. As they were already in the deadly building, the players had no other option than to continue, spawning clones further up and sacrificing themselves hoping that their clones' clones will have a better life with the prize money.

But this wasn't the end of the dream - at one moment, when 'teleporting' from a lower floor to an upper one, the husbands' new clones fell from the upper floor, presumably to their death - actually, they managed later to climb back up, although pretty injured. So now we had 4 pairs - the older clones, and the newer ones - and here is where I actually stepped in as a role in the dream movie - as they needed to finish as they started, 2 couples, I advised them that the newer husbands needed to be 'sacrificed', as they were already injured, and had not much of a chance to finish the game, and also that the older wives should also be left behind, as the fresher clones had more chances as they were more rested... and this is were it all faded, and I moved on to the next dream/movie

The Broken

This dream was more like a Men in Black type of movie - comedy, background moral values, and aliens. As it goes, an alien spaceship landed somewhere on a beach, bringing a committee representing all the races of the known galaxy, to decide if we were to be terminated along with our planet, as we were observed as a 'broken' race - all the other races enjoyed having fun, this was their reason for living - anything from disco to circus to fine arts, they enjoyed their time and themselves; of course they had their own occasional thieves and criminals, but not like us, the 'broken' race, who on a global scale seemed to spend most of our time hurting, grieving, and all that jazz... At around this time I woke up, but not before somehow learning the whole story - we were the only race that somehow evolved with the ability to love (not limited to just the family and friends, but we were able to experience in all actions something much more than just 'fun') - as the alien races didn't know and weren't able to have such a feeling, they saw as a 'broken', self-destructing race, not through wars but on an individual level, and the committee was brought here to decide if we were to be terminated, or given another chance to become like them.

just...

...my dreams. some are fancy, some are weird, some are tiring and some are sexual, but all in all, this is what keeps me awake at 6 in the morning...

ps. don't judge, just read.