The dream began in an autumnal forest at night, the moon low on the Western sky. Gazing upon it, the outline of a man sprinting towards me disappeared from view, raising an unnatural panic in me. I began sprinting away from the man from the moon, running towards the break of dawn through the winding forest. I looked back to see it gaining on me, it looked rather like a horrid gribbly gangly man from an old flash adventure game I played called exmortis, looking like a corpse you'd stuck in a river, its jaw broken and the top of its head flopping this way and that. As it got close enough to smell its rancid stench was so overpowering I began to rub onions on myself just to smell something better, I could see its teeth stained with blood and bile - before it caught me I fell down a sloped incline and when I stood up, found I was in front of 800 people delivering a speech naked. I was unsure why I was naked and rolled with it, delivering my speech with regular confidence, confounding the audience who was sure I would remark about my nakedness. This is when the creature from the moon bursts into the hall and charges through the terrified crowd towards me - however, now imbued with confidence, with one hand I grabbed my wood, with the other a wooden bat, and began chasing the creature. Terrified, the creature fled the hall and out into the woods as I chased it with the rising sun behind me, chasing it back to the moon.
The next day's dream was much more tranquil. I was back at home patiently waiting for some fish to arrive close by the surface so I could catch them with my tiny net, as if I was seven again. In the dream however I was not seven, I was wearing my work suit and didn't seem to mind resting on the moss and wet rock in it, with occasional passer-bys checking to see if I was all right as I waited by the canal for seven hours. I watched them so peacefully that even when they were passing up to the surface to see me, I did not use my net, instead being content to watch them.