I was a boy wizard going to a wizard school. The dream was certainly Harry Potter inspired, but the school and its staff more resembled schools from my life and from other fiction than from the HP universe.
I was accused of a particular crime by a faculty member that I never knew what it was. It was a crime so severe, and the accusing authority was so trusted, that my fate to be punished for it was absolute. Nobody believed in my innocence, including my (not IRL) parents, who were part of the process for conditioning me for my punishment. I got this sense that my crime was not one of doing but one of being – like perhaps I was discovered to be the reincarnation of some evil demon or whatever.
People pitied me more than anything. They did not hate me, but I could not run free, and while my parents and others empathized, they were certain of my guilt and would not allow me to roam freely.
It was the zombie apocalypse again. Human survivors were scattered around. It wasn’t so sparse as in many zombie apocalypse stories, but the zombies still had the upper hand and survivors lived in fear.
I and some others lived in the top floor office of a massive warehouse/factory type complex. It was handy because we could monitor the floor below from the office window. Zombies would get in and wander their way near us. They could be taken out without alerting zombies outside, because it was indoors, but there was enough clearance room to have ample warning and reduce risk. It was a pretty good situation. Continue reading
I had a job in some big glass office room where perhaps a hundred suited middle aged men also worked. I had been apparently secretly collaborating with someone on some sort of fanfic movie of a computer animated porn movie series. Turns out the guy I was collaborating with worked there too. He was a hipstery Asian guy. Once I learned of this, I kept being worried that I would be found out by my employer due to this guy’s carelessness. Later I learned this guy wanted to keep it a secret too. So I felt better. Continue reading
I was in city. I’m thinking Paris or some other city in France. I was part of some sort of prank reality perpetuated by a cleverly designed parody/fake website made by an artist or group of artists. I kept having to go back to the same apartment to do the same prank over and over again, except that new people lived there and their children were openly contempt of my attempts. Not sure why I had to keep doing it.
I was the bad guy and did not feel good about it. Continue reading
I had a dream that my mom had a penis. I learned this when I walked in on her while she was masturbating. Awkward and a half. She later wandered into my room and told me in this dazed and monotone fashion that she had accidentally sliced it off in a nail clipper or something and needed to go to the hospital to ask what gender she was.