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Dream Log Entry #17: Today’s dream took place while I was having a short nap this afternoon. I recall being driven somewhere far away by some family members. Apparently we were heading to a launch pad to go to the moon. I could see, by looking up at the bright night sky from the car window, that the moon was clearly visible, and already beginning to show signs of human life on the surface. We were somewhere in a cold place, judging by the large icy bodies of water surrounding the unstable road. Unfortunately, my family got into an argument, and the car veered off the road and plummeted into the arctic water. Frigid temperatures overwh

Dream Log Entry #16: Last night, I dreamed about living in a small/medium sized wood house, in a small field of dead grass and patches of dirt. This place seemed to have features of different eras of time, such as the very old tools used by factories of the 20th century, and a worn-down bed with raggedy sheets and a frame that could give you splinters. But toward the wall of my workshop, I had a computer; a large, bulky, beige machine that belonged in the 90s. Most of the house was like a toolhouse where I worked on handcrafted projects of wood and metal. The bedroom was small and had a large window in the back. But the best part of the hous

Dream Log Entry #15: The dream began with myself and a small group of people standing in the center of Antarctica. The icy wind was loud and chilling, but we had these devices on the front of our suits that radiated heat, making the cold nothing short of a small distraction. The leaders of the group put on goggles over their eyes, and held a mouthpiece to their teeth, which connected to oxygen tanks on their backs. We followed their lead and did the same. We all jumped, one by one, into a hole in the thick ice which was filled with freezing water. The water was a light blue, probably from being so pure. Again, we kept ourselves warm with th

Dream Log Entry #14: I had a dream that began with me standing on a pier above the shallow waves of a bright beach. Ahead of me was a purple wooden bridge that led into a large purple house. I could tell by the looks of it, that it wasn't inhabited, and that it was haunted. I could've stayed back and enjoyed a nice day at the beach, but instead I chose to walk inside, for reasons unknown. Of course, the interior was dark. The floor, however, seemed to barely glow between hues of purple and green. As I continued, things started to look strange and out of place. There were walls in places where they shouldn't be; doors that led to nowhere. Th