"Who cares?"

 It felt kind of like a video game and kind of like real life. I was a white dog who lived in a tundra. My goal was to kidnap a baby from a man's house, which looked like a two-story shed. I did this a few times. Later, the man was shown bottle feeding the baby. As he was bottle feeding, a train pulled up, and he gave the baby to people on the train. Someone showed me a map that looked like a map from the old Wolfquest game of the area I lived in, and explained to me that my main goal isn't kidnapping babies but getting the people to trample down a sheet of ice covering a large puddle so that they would no longer be able to get to my den. I wondered why they couldn't run through a puddle but decided to go onto the train to seek out more tramplers. I walked to the back of the train and got onto a round bridge that led to the conductor's cabin. The bridge had several deformed babies, one was just black sludge in a pillow case. I complained about how ugly the babies were, which made the conductor very uncomfortable, and took the pillowcase baby back to the main cabin. Everyone on in the train hated me and waved weapons around me. I felt someone draw an x on the back of my neck.
I woke up as a human in some kind of office in a room with a bunch of kids laying on lounge chairs. I understood that they were also in trouble for kidnapping babies. I heard a crowd led by a man yelling about killing me come up the entrance of the office, so I tried to hide. I ran into a laundry room and crawled into a hamper. I woke up.


This is a draft from a few months ago that I just got around to finishing.

 I was in a neighborhood and went inside one of the houses. There were two cats there, one a ginger and white tabby, and I think the other was gray. I stole them and ran around the neighborhood with them. When I got tired of running, I brought the cats back to the house by quickly sticking my head inside with my eyes closed and screaming "You look like you're racist!". I think I repeated that a few more times, but I'm not sure.

 I was in a building that was supposed to be a church. Apparently, I caused a lot of damage to the church, and I heard someone tell me that that had to run from a werewolf as a punishment for it.

Something lead to me arguing with a mouse that was as tall as I was, he got pissed off and started shooting at me. I still heard some of the gunshots as I was waking up. I went back to sleep and had another dream.

A man asked me if I had any way to stop his kids from running onto the road in front of his yard. I thought about it for a long time and decided that he should build a playground so his kids will be more interested in playing on it than running into the road. As soon as I suggested this, a floating large purple hexagonal tube with a narrow platform next to it appeared. I realized that that idea was stupid as hell, and the man and a crowd of people started laughing at me. I looked at some kind of social media page filled with memes people made about my decision, most of them involved knocking the tube down. I went back to my front lawn that had a rectangular hole in the ground, a truck with some kind of mascot painted on it that was supposed to carry supplies for the playground, and some kind of person that reminds me of the mouse from the previous dream. The hole filled up with water, and me and the person sat in it. Occasionally, a pelican would come to the hole and try to attack me. apparently, he was supposed to work on building the playground. I tried to unhook a tiny fish from a fishing hook to feed the pelican, but the person broke it into several small pieces. The pelican rushed to eat all of them. When I woke up I wondered why I never thought of telling the man to build a fence.

I was riding in a car with my friend and her grandma. She drove off a ramp, flew into the air, and dove straight into traffic. The two front seats were crushed, but me and her grandma were safe because we were in the back seats. I went to a place that looked like a pharmacy to file papers about my friend and another person who died. I was thinking about how strange it was that two people I knew died in one day.

I remember waking up this morning and thinking about how great my dream was, only to completely forget what it was about a few seconds later.

It's also my birthday today, if anyone cares. Maybe my sweet sixteen will improve.

I was little, around 5-7 years old, and I was playing outside in a place that looked like my childhood backyard. Then, me and my family had to hide underground because everyone was required to go to space and the government sent robots or humanoid monsters to kill everyone who didn't. The place we hid in looked like the spare room from my house, the hallway it opened into also looked like the second floor of my house. It had two mattresses, and the frame around the door was damaged, you could see the wall's frame (is that what it's called?). As time went on, people would disappear, and new people would reappear. At one point, when all my family was gone and I was with a group of college-aged men, The door was always open, but no one panicked. I think I could see a robot and a monster pass by. I thought that since people were beginning to slowly disappear but not reappear, I would be alone forever.

This time, I was in front of a preschool-like building on a tall hill surrounded by forest. There was a steep ramp going from the bottom of the hill to the building's front lawn, I remembered thinking that I went to this place as a little kid. I recalled that there used to be stairs at the start and end of the ramp, but they were removed for wheelchaired people (one of the best things about dreams is that you often don't question the realism of the situations you're in)

(Shit, I accidently published this in the middle of writing)

I went up, in a half float half crawl (the way I usually get around in my dreams) and got to the front yard. There were a bunch of brightly colored metal lawn ornaments, I think in the shape of flowers and bugs? and an empty garden plot or two. The building was a one story rectangular building, with a brown or dark red roof and whatever those borders around windows are called. I thought that it must be a Sunday school building. I went inside, and it looked like a generic preschool, except that the walls and almost all the furniture were a muted brown, and there were no children in sight. The furniture was bubbly shaped also, I think. I remember some other person telling me that it was time for a meeting, I think it was some kind of church service? I tried to look for my drawstring bag that I usually carry with me in public, not sure if I found it or not, and went to the service in another room. This room was decorated similarly, and there were a few other women with me.
I don't remember what happened after this, but when I woke up I was reminded of another dream I had in the past, where me and my family went to a church service/opera show in a church similar to our own, except much more crowed, and with a lot of purple.


Well, it's 22:17 now. What do I have to post about other than dreams I happen to remember? Maybe something will come up.

Huh, I just wanted a blogging site to post shit on, someone I know has a Dreamwidth account, so why not?

I plan on posting drawings, maybe pictures I really like and don't want to loose, but at the same time, I don't want to use up my 500mb storage limit so fast...

I should be doing schoolwork, not this.

...I don't know how to upload images directly from my device. I'll figure out.