Thread:Kat2wind2archer/@comment-26863232-20170401023530/@comment-26863232-20170401141843

Oh man, that is one intense/scary nightmare. I would not want to witness that in real life or in a dream.

RIP   woman who had a child.

Most of the dreams I have are sad or something. Normally they take place in a gym, a combination of the public library and my school, or a combination of my friend's house and a church I go to. Once I dreamed I was taking a walk with my nonexistant dog. (I dubbed him Pyro because I felt like it.)  We passed by a lake when a huge squid-jellyfish thing appeared and tried to eat me or something. Then Pyro bit the tentacle that was holding me, and the squid dropped me and picked up Pyro. I can't remember the fight, but in the end the Pyro kills the jellyfish-squid thing but is tangled in its tentacles. When the body of the dead jelly-squid sinks into the water, it takes Pyro with it. I had multiple other dreams with similar themes where something saves me from death.

Screw it, why am I always in trouble in my dreams?