So a friend and I were messing around upstair but his SO came home so we rushed downstairs and he grabbed what looked like a box set of books (but it was something about baseball??) and handed it to me. She was getting out of her car while I hid around the corner for a second as he went outside to greet her or something. Then I started to wander out and said hi to her as she headed in. She smiled and nodded and continued on her way. She didnt even seem phased by it.

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Maybe it’s the sleeping pills I take but I had some really odd fucked up dreams. And no, I do not take sleeping pills that often at all! Maybe 2x a month because I do not like how I want to sleep for everrrr!

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It was a dark destroyed world. Cityscape. Red glows of either lava or runes everywhere. Humans had to hide from the minions that emerged from who knows where. There was this especially large one that we were kind of tracking like a wild animal as if to study.
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Now this dream was probably HIGHLY influenced by my Fallout 3 playtime lately. lol

It was a destroyed town. People kept looking or me, yet they would still give me things. As if they forgot i was wanted for something or maybe the bombs or whatever caused the destruction also gave everyone short term memory. I kept sneaking around this broken set of stairs in the corner of a building. People would shout that there I was and start coming at me but then forgot me and either turned to do something else or handed me something that might be of use in the destroyed land we lived in.

Yep, this one was a bit awkward.

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My friend was over. We were just hanging out. I do not recall if messing around was involved, but his daughter was with him. I snuck him out and went back to my room. The door knocked, his daughter had forgotten something. I remember finding her sunglasses in my room. My mom and step dad were out in the living room. They had answered the door. I led my friend back to my room, gave the sunglasses. But then my step dad came in and wanted to show us all something on the computer. Some “amazing” blog online where the author never used names or locations. Then he went to a site where my brother had filmed himself popping a pimple on his back with his shoulder muscles. Then as my friend was leaving it seemed as if they were quietly discussing something about me.

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Odd, very odd.