04/07/2022
Dreamed I was some mannish-looking lady traversing through Gehenna, except this Gehenna held very little in common with the New Testament's Gehenna. This one looked like Dante's Hell, but was populated by characters of a considerably more dharmic bent. There was no visible sky or stars, no sun or moon, and the only thing which convinced me that I was not underground was that there was an ever-present level of low light everywhere you looked. It was enough light that you could see colour, but the land was such a featureless expanse of black dirt, iron rich stones and ash. Only every now and then would I see the occasional brush of orange rock or red earth, or a place where the snow was falling black. I carried a quarterstaff which was an adequate defence against most of hell's denizens. Tall demons and hungry ghosts walked about carrying wicked spiked clubs, but they were too busy to pay me much heed. Spirits occasionalyl crossed paths with me, but were too caught in their own journeys or sorrows to notice me either. I was searching for someone - that I knew. I enocuntered something which looked like a tall woman swathed in blue cloth, but on closer inspection the mirage vanished as the pattern of the blue cloth woman was revealed to be the deceptive markings of a gigantic arachnid demon, who was coloured in bands of red, gold, black and blue. It hurt my eyes to look at it, but I dared not look away, as the creature was vast and I was likely to be vastly outmatched in speed or power, and so my only hope was to convince it I was more dangerous than I actually was. I was then somewhat disarmed when the spider-demon greeted me cordially, and checked a list with some incredulity, telling me that I should not be here as I was not dead yet. I said I was looking for someone, and would leave once I had found them. It scratched its chelicerae pondering, and asked if it could kill me so as to rectify the error. I said I could not allow it to kill me, as I still had work to attend to. I made to leave, but it continued to move and block my path, intent on obstructing me until I consented to death. A menacing wave of my staff however, and it bowed and let me pass. What a strange spider, I thought. The rest of the dream was spent beating back far too many cruel ghouls, who sought to eat my body and soul. I remember thinking it was very strange that I had managed to fight so many hundreds for so long a time and not feel any exhaustion, as I knew in any other circumstance my chances of winning against even just one would be poor.
05/07/2022
I dreamed I was part of an expedition in the antarctic, on our way to explore a cave said to lead to a subterranean earth rumoured to be a hollow earth. None of us were keen to die for so fruitless a cause, however we were all in a very difficult position. Our leader had been killed and replaced by the most violent in our group, and there was a mutual deadlock because he and two of his goons were capable of using violence to enforce their will upon others who could then be used against yet others. I was one such person being forced to keep order on the rest, and neither I nor the others could act alone, lest we be killed by one of our own team members. So together we worked on a conspiracy to launch a sudden coup, which would have metaphorically decapitated the goons by taking out their leader before they could act. With their leader dead, the goons would have no cause to continue violence, or continue the expedition - their loyalties did not run that deep.
The conspiracy however never did reach fruition, because we discovered that there really was an entrance to the hollow earth, where there was a tropical climate with dinosaurs and strange civilisations below. The only trouble was getting past the violently territorial penguins who sheltered atop thin ice - to disturb the penguins, or to disturb the ice was courting certain death. We had to proceed one by one, distracting the penguins with flashing light bouncy balls in order to make it past.
08/07/2022
Dreamed I was working in a place of death and mourning, with my job just being to maintain the shrines and burial sites. People tended to not last the night shift for some reason, the manager explained. I needed the money, so I wasn't too bothered. Whilst sweeping the leaves at night, a small palid child crept up on me, disturbing my cleanly swept pile of leaves. The noise alerted me and I turned around to see them standing behind me with a kitchen knife, smaller than my forearm. I gave them a cornetto icecream and they appreciated it, so I gave them another one. They put away the knife to hold two ice creams and were content to let me keep sweeping the leaves back together again. Going underground to vacuum the crypt, I was obstructed by a particularly tall ghost lady with fingers long and sharp like knives, whose skin was aflame with searing fire and screamed inarticulate murder at me. I felt this hostility was unwarranted and the fire was unsafe so I activated the sprinklers, which dampened the flames and swept away the crypt dust. Seeing the water pool in the crypt I decided to make the best of a mess and asked if she would help me bring the water upstairs to help water the plants. I showed her I intended to carry the water by hand, cupping my hands together to hold the water. She copied me and helped carry the water to the flowers instead of using her finger knives to fillet me, which was much appreciated.
I then dreamed I was at an old book store, or library, wasn't entirely sure what it was. But I was there to check out what they had, see if they had any rare tomes. The head of the book place was no doubt one of the muses, or one of the fates, because she seemed barely human and gifted with the powers or prophecy. She carried one eye in her hand which she saw with, and occasionally placed in one of her empty eye sockets, and laughed with glee at how I was welcome to pick any book - for the right book would find me, and tell me what horrible fate awaited me. I asked about the whole horrible fate thing, and she explained how the books always told the reader of the future, but the futures they foretold were always horrible demises. Being a brave and curious sort, I was much more intrigued than I was deterred by such a warning, and started perusing a book called Visions. On the front cover was a picture of a constellation of stars, with the stars connected by lines to form the image of a man whose mind has spread beyond the cosmos. Reading the pages however was just chapter after chapter of me with homoerotic undertones and suggestive content. I ask the book seller "yo you said this would be a horrible fate but this is just really gay" and she came over and read it with some surprise. "So it is," she said.
I then dreamed I was a newly promoted executive, on my first day of working with my peers in the C-suite. I had gotten in the way of some guy who was laying out a fruit platter and apologised to him before he apologised to me, then got into a massive argument with this soulless harpy about how executives shouldn't say sorry or thank you to people who are just doing their job. I was furious but mindful that I was clearly outnumbered and too underranked to make a point of it, so I began to plot how to remove all of them so I could seize leadership and make etiquette acceptable again
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