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My first memory in this dream begins as a failing police officer in the state of Colorado in the USA; I had failed a weapons proficiency test, I’d left countless errands piling up, and my boss had reminded me multiple times that head office were unhappy with the tasks I’d left undone.

Looking for an easy way out, I tried retaking the proficiency test first.

I failed again, and blamed my “old” equipment. My boss told me my equipment was new, and recently obtained just for this this test. Dejected, I decided to run some of the errands I’d meant to catch up on, but all my coworkers were gone.

I took to the streets of Colorado to clear my head, and my memory as a nameless officer ends now, at least for that particular scene. Continue reading


Beginning of the End

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Last night I dreamt I lived on an Earth in a corrupted timeline, a universe that only had a month left before the end of time.

There existed three large moons around the planet; Luna, Celeste and Kingmaker. The existence of Luna was standard, though Celeste and Kingmaker were both unique to this Earth; I didn’t know how either of them had gotten their names, but it was told that they would only appear in the sky near the end of the world. What this meant was a complete mystery to everyone and what to do about it even more so, but in this dream it fell down to me to do something about it. I wasn’t sure how or why, but deep down something told me that it was up to me to fix this universe to keep it in existence using the appearances of the three moons in existence. Continue reading


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I’ve been exhausted as ever lately. I’m busy as I said, but my workload hasn’t let up like I thought it would, and at this point, even typing with perfect grammar and capitalisation is taking a little bit of energy. At the start of last month, I went to a music and gaming festival in the USA, flying from England. I had no rest at all after flying home, of course, but enough about exhaustion.

Ever since then, nearly every single dream I’ve had has been about that festival, and I can count on one hand the dreams I’ve had that haven’t been about, and even then, those all came after a literal one month solid block of nothing but dreams about it and the various aspects of everything about the trip. Continue reading