Understand My Dreams

Dreams need

I found many black tiny dots on my fingers and my feets too, it's like the one that you see when you type trypophobia(?) on google. I was surprised a little bit since i've never seen such a thing so i want to get rid of it. I squeeze my skin near the dots so i don't need to take them one by one and it turns out to be a black tiny insects, not sure what kind of. But instead of flying, they're crawling in the floor towards the door in front of me. Then when i continue to clean them on the other body parts of mine, i saw a small jumping spider, i think it's Heteropoda Davidbowie. I think it's cute so i said, "Hey, you're kinda cute" because i love spider. Then i woke up.

Dreams of the light Who was there Me My Dad My Mom Where At the yellow house in Catawissa, Pennsylvania We were using an extension cord for electricity from a close neighbor. My dad said here, take this and plug it in…. I said we have free electricity? Then I follow the long cord from the blue living room all the way to the wood room and into the loft. It was dark because there were only electricity lights on in the blue living room. I then saw all the lights come on shortly after I entered the loft and said to my mom, hey we got power now! I suddenly was at my aunt Donna's place alone in my cousin's room and then I was in a rush to go to the bathroom….I saw a building with a post office but it was closed so I parked outside a store and was late frustrated that I needed to get in the building. Then a few strangers yell that it's open. The post office building is a deterrent but this one is open. I was in dismay and unsure but I said thank you and weirdly walked to enter. When I did the whole place was covered in feces and urine overflowing vomit snot and any other repulsive human liquid including blood pus and mucus seeping out the clogged urinals and toilets even sinks. I seldom took breaths as it was unbearable. I was in the shopping store for groceries and overnight workers were helping me find items because they were closing and I was the last one and they wanted me to finish and go home.

The computer keyboard is so dusty I can’t clearly see the letters on the keys. I’m not a good touch typist, so I need to see those keys. I wipe the dust away, but it just keeps getting thicker and thicker. I try to type anyway, but I hit the wrong keys and have to keep hunting for the backspace key. I’m frustrated because I have to write. As I frantically wipe away at the dust it gets thicker and darker until my keyboard is covered in the rich, dark, grass-flecked dirt of my flower beds. I keep trying to dig through the dirt and type, but the dirt gets deeper and deeper. I can’t see my keyboard at all, but I dig and paw at the dirt, trying to find it.

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