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Had a dream where I was at sixth form (though it looked much more like my secondary) and for whatever reason I had my synthesiser with me. I was messing around making patches for it and whatever I did I couldn't stop recreating the synth from the Boards of Canada track Over The Horizon Radar. No idea.
Had a dream where somebody I did not know in any way got murdered (offscreen) and I had to convince a teacher that I wasn't smoking crack through a convoluted chain of events. I wasn't smoking crack, it just really seemed like it to an outside observer. The guy getting murdered wasn't involved at all, that just also happened for some reason.
Had a dream where I lost half of my left pinky finger and also my entire left hand. It wasn't gory at all, they just came clean off my arm and it was instantly a stump. I think I tried to superglue them back on. It didn't work.
Had a dream where I was being chased by clown vomit JPEGs. Not literal clown vomit, like random datamoshed looking colours. Also Animal Crossing was real life for about a minute then the dream continued on like it never happened. It made as little sense dreaming it as it does in text.
Had a dream where I was writing about a dream I had.
Had a dream where some guy was stanced like a gargoyle and was teleporting. It wasn't actually that scary but I was scared at the time. Also I think Garry's Mod was real life. I don't know how else to explain it, it just felt like the Source Engine.
Had a dream where I had to (for some reason) buy cheap shitty digital watches for my friends for some undefined Thing we were doing that week. The watch faces looked pretty similar to Sennheiser HD280 earcups (specifically in silver) if you put a digital watch screen on them, which would make sense if I didn't own Beyerdynamics instead. They were arriving the next day to my house but I had something family related going on so I couldn't attend the Thing nor hand out the watches to people, but the undefined Thing got rescheduled later in the week for some reason, so in the end it was all fine and didn't matter but I was still inordinately stressed out.
At the end of the dream after all that I was in my living room with my friends eyeseeyougood and georgie using an obnoxiously large laptop (like 17" to 19") to play some weird game that had Sonic in it but played nothing like Sonic. I think I remember it being an ice level? No idea beyond that. Way nicer than the rest of the dream anyway.
Had a dream where I walked out of my old secondary school listening to Sunny Day Real Estate, specifically Friday off of LP2. Would have been a complete anachronism since I never listened to LP2 until sixth form, but it was really nice. I think in the dream I had come to school on a day I wasn't supposed to be in so I just kinda walked out as soon as I realised. I was always really late to secondary so the school being empty when I arrived actually wasn't that much of an indicator.
Had a dream where I got jabbed in the chest with an umbrella and got internal bleeding. I know it was internal bleeding because my dream basically stopped for ten to fifteen seconds to explain that I had gotten internal bleeding. The umbrella wasn't a sharp tip (the bleeding wouldn't have been internal then) but it left a small cracked and bloodied spot on my chest where it had impacted.
Had a dream where I was playing a haunted GBA cartridge that would have been scary if I didn't kick this ghost kid's ass at Mario. Like I was just too good at the game for it to turn into a creepypasta.