Dune Video Reviews | A Drone Self-Destructs | A Screaming Telemarketer

Dream 1

This dream involved fake video reviews of the movie Dune (2021) interrupting my sleep, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

This dream took place outside during the evening or late afternoon in my parent’s yard, and I was standing up talking to my mom near where the dogs should be.

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Business Stuff | Joey Diaz In A Library | A Woman Trying To Kill An Animal

Dream 1

This dream took place outside during the day in a parking lot of a store, and a woman and I were helping each other.

She had a chocolate-like candy bar product that she had to figure out how to sell, and so she was going over business stuff.

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JE Wants A Ride & A Mafia Hostage Situation | A Witch Coven Revenge Hostage Situation

Dream 1

It is night, 1 AM, my brother GC and I are trying to return home to a fictional version of my parent’s house.

GC stops outside a church in the yard, possibly near a tiny graveyard, and I walk over there too.

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Walking Around A Slightly Fictional DeRidder

I had more dreams & there was more to this dream, but I did not bother to record them; this dream took place during the day in a slightly fictional nicer version of DeRidder.

In the dream, I walked around the city to different slightly fictional areas doing various things while meeting various people, unfortunately I can not remember any of the details.

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Forgetting To Record My Dreams

Unfortunately, I did not record my dreams that I remembered, even worse, I did not record them later when I remembered them at work, and eventually I forgot what I dreamed about.

I know that one of the dreams involved something normal, probably something from my waking life.

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