i had a dream

This is probably the oldest dream that I remember. I was in my crib and I was facing this door. The door opened (or was open), and a cluster of big round eyes looked at me. I have no idea if I had this dream while I was actually still sleeping in a crib or not. Maybe I never even had this dream. I dunno.

I realized that everyone who I loved was dead except for my mom. Only people who I didn't like were still alive. However, my mom was an evil bizarro version of herself. She hated me, and wanted to kill me. I escaped the house through a plastic alligator slide that was in one of the windows.

I was being chased through a house by Plankton from SpongeBob SquarePants. I have no idea why he was pursuing me, or why I was so afraid of him. I remember standing at the base of a stairway, looking at him. He was at the top of the stairs. I pressed myself against the wall, and tried to scream as loud as I could. Only a whisper came out.

I was Burnt Toast, a My Little Pony pony with dark brown hair and a black mane that billowed like smoke. I found a symbol in a book while I was in some kind of underground area. I had an analog version of Google Translate that existed entirely on paper. I discovered that the symbol meant belief. Later, the dream broke out into a musical number, where I was singing to a girl pony who had a mane that was textured à la Chowder with a space pattern. The only part of the song I remember was "...and that means belief. No more..."
I don't remember if this was in the dream or not, but Burnt Toast was singing something on stage to a small crowd. He drinks some slightly pink water from a glass, and collapses, writhing and trying to scream (but failing) before dying. Whether I dreamt that or not, it's what happened.
An artist I follow on Instagram asked her followers to send her their My Little Pony OCs (without saying why) and I thought it would be fun to draw Burnt Toast again and send it to her, and she drew all of the characters people sent her! I was so pleasantly surprised. (Apparently the post got removed for some reason... I only took a screenshot of the part with Burnt Toast in it :( )

I was at the house of a family friend who we would sometimes travel to Maryland to visit. It was dark, and everyone was asleep. I don't remember what led up to this, but I was in the middle of this specific kind of staircase. I can't find an image online of what kind it was, so I'll just draw it for you. There was a ghost girl at the bottom level, and we were in a standoff. I wasn't moving, and she wasn't moving, but we were looking at each other. I decide to run up the stairs to get away, but just as I start to move, the stairs are completely gone, and there's just a flat wall. Regardless, I jump really high, clearing the entire lack of staircase, and successfully escape the ghost girl.

I was attending a great feast at a big long table in a huge room. Various desserts were being served. David Paetkau and Michael Cera were also in attendence. I was sitting near one end of the table, which had a microphone. I grabbed the microphone, and shouted "The Ice King!". Once I did this, a wave of ice crashed through one side of the wall and spilled into the room, making everything slide around. I got kicked out of the feast, and end up at a train station. I drink a recall potion to get home. It does not immediately take effect (and never does). I overhear someone at the station say "I can't believe that black people have to wait longer for their recall potion to take effect!"
I decide to just start walking home while I wait for the potion to take effect. On my way home, I come across a shallow pit. It's like a square of stone lower than the surrounding stone that makes a pit. A bunch of birds of sundry natural colors were in the pit. As I walked around, looking at the birds (who were not startled by me), a guy who's around 50 comes up to me and starts giving me tips on how to interact with the birds. They were called "magpies" (they were not magpies).

I got up from bed, and went to grab the doorknob. A large mosquito (kinda looked like this) was crawling towards the doorknob slowly. Other mosquitos of the same size joined it. I wanted to grab the doorknob, but I didn't want to touch them. I yelled "Hey!" at them, and they all lurched back and paused. I kept yelling "Hey!" until they were all far enough away from the doorknob so that I could open the door.

I was directing and starring as the bad guy in a movie. The movie is about a dad who kills all of the other dads at a birthday party sleepover (which the dads are staying over for too I guess) with a thick purple poison goop until the final dad has to fight the evil dad. I only wrote down one scene that happens in the film. We're on the deck at my grandparents' house, and one of the dads is in the backyard next to the deck. He starts feeling the effects of the poison. I say, "Oh, what's the matter? Turning purple?" and taunt him as he gags and collapses.

I received word that time-travelling Arabians were coming to kill me while I was at school. I end up hiding in a hole in the wall of a hallway. I had a machete, and was killing the Arabians who came into view. They did so like shooting gallery things, leaning into my view and saying some quip or short phrase before dying the second I hit them. I also got some cuts myself. After a while, a random Arabian kid pops out, saying something like "I'm just a child!". Instinctively, I hit him on the top of the head with the machete. It gets stuck in there, and I exit the hole. The kid's mother confronts me and yells at me for hitting her kid (who is lucidly standing there with a machete in his head), and I retort by explaining that a bunch of other people were trying to kill me. Later, I'm walking through school, thinking about what I'm going to do about my injuries. I can't go to the nurse, because I'll have to explain what happened, and they won't believe me if I tell them the truth and I didn't feel like coming up with a lie. To avoid anybody asking me what's wrong, I go to this weird dance class thing where the students, who are much younger than me, are lined up along three wooden bleachers. I'm given a script that I have to read with a little girl. I couldn't recall any of her lines, but my first one was "What's wrong?" and the next one was "Are you alright?". After I say that line, another line I need to read appears in between the first one and the second one. I say that we should try that again from the top and I wake up.

I was asked to help put some guards on the border between Norway and Denmark. I declined, citing the border's intense complexity. The border did have lots of odd features, such as loop-de-loops and lines that branched out like trees. I compared the border to the Mandelbrot set, and then pulled up the article for the Mandelbrot set on Wikipedia. There was a gif on the page of a sawtooth wave expanding and contracting while changing hue against a black background, as well as a gif of colorful dots "zooming in and out of the gif window" [sic]. Eventually, I decided to help anyway.
Later, I'm a doctor, and I am interviewing some guy. He explained to me that he didn't know how to ask women for sex, and I agreed. While talking to him, I kept referring to a clipboard that had criteria on it. Suddenly, my focus switched to another person, who said: "I'm a Bulgarian with a bug on the inside of his TV screen." and I saw an image of a sad troll face looking at a TV with a dot on it. The person who said this ran a gimmick account on Twitter. I woke up after that.

I was at a party, held at my grandparents' house. I didn't like anyone at the party, and I knew that later, there was going to be some kind of cult ritual and something bad was going to happen to me, so I decided to escape. I was standing at the front door. Instead of the actual door they have, which is a normal door, this door was a big sliding sheet of corrugated steel. I pulled the door aside, and I ran outside towards a pickup truck to drive away. Some guy was already in there (who dream-me knew) and he started to drive away. I managed to grab onto the pickup and hold onto it. He drove it into the lake behind my uncle's house (which, in the dream, wasn't there), forcing me to get off of the truck. He started walking back to the house, and I began following him because "he got me". As we were walking, he turned to me and said "Y'know, this wouldn'ta happened if you weren't Native American!" and I was like "What?!" (My great-great-grandma was Cherokee). He also mentioned how I was Jewish (I am Jewish by birthright, but I am not practicing and I am not really connected to Jewish culture in any way). I was walking backwards, facing him as he walked forward. Instead of going to the house, we began walking down the road that leads out of the cul-de-sac that my grandparents' house is in. Then, out of nowhere, Jake begins to walk alongside him, and he says to me: "You know what? Your Minecraft skin is, like, one of the most common ones. I see it everywhere, it's unoriginal. And you know what else?" and then I woke up. (I made my Minecraft skin. As far as I'm aware, nobody else uses it)

I walked up to a tall electronic display at a museum. It was a virtual tour of the United States capitol building. By moving my hand, I highlighted an area of the building by turning it red and raising it (my area of influence glowed red, but had a border that turned green like a thermal camera). I touched my pointer and thumb together, like I was using my Oculus Quest, and selected an area where there was a large metal insignia in the floor. A tooltip appeared that read "The Capitol". I teleport to the capitol, and I am standing at "The Capitol". It is a wide circle, and depicts a shield with some text around it. Surrounding "The Capitol" are many marble pillars. Atop each pillar is a winged person holding up a three-dimensional shape. From left to right, the number of faces that the 3d-shape had increased. So on the far left it was a sphere, then next it was a pyramid, then a cube, etc. Each statue had a name. One of them was "The Weather Vane".
In the next part of the dream, I was watching footage from a documentary about a guy who got arrested. Howard Stern was in it, and so was someone named Kha(???) 1,000,000,000. The thing that stood out to me about this documentary, however, was that Snoop Dogg was in it, and he was white. He had flowing straight hair, and he was a judge. I was like "What the hell?! Why did they do that?!"
In the next part of my dream, I'm in a high-school class with a guy who looked like one of my roommates (who I did not go to high school with) but had darker hair. I have my Chromebook out and am screwing around. My roommate lookalike (henceforth "Carl") had his head down and was looking at his phone. A teacher who looked like my high school art teacher came over and asks Carl what he's doing, and he responds "I'm lookin' at guitar stuff." The teacher writes something on a sheet of loose-leaf paper and drops it in a pile, indicating that he now has an F. Later, she puts a piece of paper with my name on it in the pile. I go "What? What did I do?", and she responds "You had the most screen time this class. I think you have autism. Why don't you fill this out?" and she gives me a form to fill out, that would prove that I had autism. I thought that this whole situation was bullshit and I was grumbling to Carl about it.

I was in a strange house that was in the same location as my house but had a different layout. All I remember are short, strange sequences: Me going out to tell my uncle something, who was standing behind the tree outside not doing anything, me telling my mom that I read somewhere that Russia had changed their name to Rusiya (and being interrupted by my alarm clock when she asked me how it was spelled), and me standing outside side-by-side with my dad, my mom, my grandparents, and my uncle, all of us Animal Crossing humans, in order to sing "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" from a third person perspective, as per an Easter tradition.

I was in a large elevator by myself. I got a DM from Care (when I only knew her on Instagram), and she asked me if I thought I was a kind/good person. I started to formulate a response in my head, mulling over what I would say.
In the next part of the dream, I walked on foot from my grandparents' house to an event in the forest where I wanted a job as a performer of some kind. I had to keep dodging speeding cars on this secluded road, and all the cars had the norwegian flag somewhere on them. When I got to the event, a lady was announcing the entrance of a performer who was already there, but instead, I crash through a cork wall with my grandfather's motorcycle and slam into an adjacent wall. Nobody is there except for the lady. She asks me what the hell I'm doing and I tell her and she says "Well you better explain yourself to the cowboy, he's pissed." I look over and there's this angry tall guy who isn't dressed like a cowboy. Later, he and his grandfather help me "fix" my grandfather's motorcycle but really it's FUBAR. One of the main things we do is we place spikes in the motorcycle, affixing loose parts back together. At one point, the cowboy got frustrated threw a handful of spikes into the forest, and his grandfather scolded him for doing that. Another thing we did was get new plastic coverings for the wheels. The wheels were small cylindars of metal covered in a green plastic with treads. We "unrolled" the cylinders, converting them into a rectangular prism of metal, which allowed us to remove the plastic and put a fresh clean one on.

I was at an awards show with George Harrison, who was singing a song about Bandcamp. I was standing at the top level of bleachers of a square arena, harmonizing with him. At the very end of the song, I held the final note (..."Bandcamp") and simultaneously launched myself all the way down to the center of the arena, flawlessly holding the note and floating around the perimeter of the arena. When I finish singing, I fall onto the ground on my back. I stayed on my back and panted as everyone cheered. A celebrity (possibly Beck) was in the bleachers pretending to be a goofy bumbling character. He messed up and somebody chastised him. I forgave him for whatever he bungled and hugged it out with him. As I hugged him, people around me speculated whether we were best friends or even lovers. After the show ended, I was still there, even though the lights were off. I saw Beck, who I had previously seen wearing a red and blue cowboy costume, and I wanted to go over and talk to him. I was wearing a costume too, and I wanted advice from him because I thought that my outfit had a 2000s look and I figured that Beck would be able to help me pull off a 2000s look. I realized that it was not Beck that I was approaching, but rather Michael Cera. I said, "Oh, hey, I was looking for Beck and he was wearing what you were wearing and he was standing in the same spot that you're standing, anyway, I wrote a song about you- I mean, a song that has your name as the title, bye." and Michael Cera was like "Hey, wait, can I listen to it?" and I was like "Oh yeah sure."
For pretty much the rest of the dream, I'm trying to find the song in my BandLab projects on my phone so that I can show it to him. I follow him everywhere, trying to distract him with small talk. I said, "I liked your album." and he was like "Huh?" and I said "Y-Your album that you made, from 10 years ago." and he was like "What?" so I decided to drop it. When I finally find it, the title is stylized in all caps. I only remember one couplet from the song:
Six Dick Van Dykes
Six brands died
"MICHAEL CERA" by Ben in a House had very angry and cynical lyrics.

I was in a romantic relationship with a girl. She had the name and gender identity of one of my friends, but she had the voice of a different friend and a new sona that was made by my brain. She was a light green featureless humanoid with two thin protrusions on the top of her head, like long blades of grass. I remember cuddling with her and watching things happen around us. At one point, I was really excited because I was going to spend the night with her for the first time. She told me that she was going to kiss me when we slept together, and I got so giddy that I woke up really early. I went back to sleep in the hopes that she would kiss me. She was in the dream again, but we didn't kiss. I ended up waking up at 7 AM.
This dream permanently fucked me up. First of all, she was kind of based on real people, and had the voice of someone I don't like beyond standard friendship. Second of all, it gave me serious doubts about identifying as "aromantic", something i was previously very confident and comfortable doing. Stupid green girlfriend. Making me feel stupid.
I spoke about the dream in my discord server after having it: "It's like if there was a prize at the top of a steep incline and when I'm awake I look at the prize and I don't care about it and I don't want to exert the effort to try and get up the incline because the prize doesn't seem worth it to me, but then I go to sleep and I have a dream where I'm already atop the incline and I have the prize and I'm beaming with joy because the prize is in my possession."

There was a section on Lucas' Bandcamp page that recommended other musicians. I assumed they were people she knew, so I wanted to talk to them. Their addresses were listed under their names on the page. The first house I went to was the house of a musician with the pseudonym "xxxx xxpc" (the Xs were letters that actually spelled something). While I was walking there, I was trying to think of what her name meant. I realized that when read backwards, it spelled "cp [6-letter name that had an M in it, and I think some As and an L too]". i wondered what "cp" stood for, hoping it wasn't what it seemed like, and tried to think of some chemicals with those initials. When I got to a parking lot outside her house, I asked her if she was xxxx xxpc. She said, "Yeah, you wanna know why I'm called that?" and started to walk towards me. I stood completely still, and I assumed that "cp" stood for "carbon phosphate", a chemical compound (that doesn't exist) with similar properties to pepper spray. I calmly said, "I know what you're going to do." and she stepped in front of me and sprayed a bunch of carbon phosphate in my face. I kept my eyes shut, protecting myself from the gas, and stepped away from where it was. She bolted, and I tried to run after her, shouting "I want to hear your music!" but she was faster than me. I was really pissed off by this whole experience, to the point where I wanted to make a channel in my server called "#uncool-people" (there's a channel called #cool-people, and I made a thread for it called uncool-people but I decided to delete it) just so I could put her in it.

Sometimes I have dreams that are supposed to be continuing plots from other dreams. This dream had an established fact that something bad was going to happen to me in one day. I had received a warning via DM from Ponyzilla, an artist I follow on Instagram. She warned me that somebody who hated me was planning an attack against me that would be carried out on a specific date (tomorrow). She couldn't tell me the identity of the attacker, nor could she tell me what exactly was going to happen. All she could tell me was that the attack would be done via a cat who I lived with, a black cat with long hair named Mimi. I have never had a long-haired black cat, no less one named Mimi (I just remembered now that my dad has a long-haired cat but her name isn't Mimi). The attack itself was a neurological attack of some kind that would involve numbers, and would require me to be looking at Mimi for it to work. Ponyzilla told me that I had to avoid looking at Mimi for the entire day. If I didn't, I would get brain damage so severe that, per an example provided by someone whose identity I don't remember, I wouldn't be able to count for decades, if not the rest of my life.
On the day the attack was supposed to happen, nothing happened. I even forgot about the attack and pet Mimi, looking at her for minutes. But nothing happened.
In another part of the dream, I was at my grandparents' house. This version of my grandparents' house had a secret passage behind what I believe was an empty refrigerator. When I went through the secret passage, I entered an identical version of the house. In this part of the house, I existed in between everything. I could go through walls, and through people. I remember standing too close to my grandmother, partially within her hitbox, and asking her if she could see me. Staring ahead and expressionless, she said "No, but I can hear you."