Dreamt that a small snake, that lived in a small wooden bowl on a shelf, kept escaping and trying to bite me. It managed to, but through my clothes so it didn’t hurt, and I kept trying to put it back into its bowl. I kept having to hold its head so it couldn’t wiggle away.
Then people came into my house, which was enormous and modern looking, and turned the music up too loud.
Dreamt that I had created a new game. A row of hoops (much like in Quidditch, but many more) separate the two teams down the middle, and the aim is to throw the ball through a hoop and hit the opposing team (much like dodgeball), except standing in waist-deep water. Falling over/getting hit results in being out. Attire includes jogging bottoms and vest tops.
Dreamt I went to the park and conjoined twins were there, but the slide wasn’t big enough for them. I then went and bought a burger that tasted like cheese, and my sister told me the twins had died.
Dreamt that @Chris_Toffer101 got kicked out of Ubisoft (where he worked apparently), because he had an argument with them about the shape of snowboards. We then had an in-depth discussion about how snowboards are just shaped like large skateboards.
Dreamt about how I used to wear long socks in Primary School, and used to roll them down to my ankles.
Dreamt I was walking a dog through woodland, trying to find a missing child. Came across two large dogs (possibly dire wolves), and I thought to myself “those dogs could quite easily rip my dog to shreds”.
I walked home with them on leads.
Dreamt I was standing in a street at night, with a barricade of oil drums/explosives. Started running away from swat cars, police, helicopters etc around the sides of residential buildings with my sister and @RyanSyrett. Managed to out-run and dodge a load of cops with guns, and scaled a muddy bank down to a river. @MrAnthonyDR was with us now, and we tried to hide under an overhanging part of the riverbank, but a police boat found us and pulled us onboard. My sister pretended she was pregnant, so not to be manhandled to much, and Ryan (now with strange long hair) tried to take the blame for whatever it was we had done.
Dreamt that I had just given birth to a little girl, which was pretty painless to say the least. I was explaining to my mum that giving birth to Harley (actually a girl’s name I like) didn’t leave me any scaring or damage. My family, including cousins and grandparents who had come to visit, then insisted that my daughter’s name was Joey (the name of one of my Aunties, and also fellow podcaster @JoeyDale13). After trying to persuade them that her name was in fact Harley Sarah (after my sister), I began to forget what her real name was and started calling her Ivy.
Storming out because I was angry with my family (my mum was upset because she had a pen engraved with ‘Joey’ for my daughter), I ran into a guy trying to save two cats, one of which was fine, while the other was almost drowning in a bath. After getting soaked myself I managed to save the cat, and we had to carry them both through the streets of some ghetto city. I commented on the state of gang culture around us, and everyone was wearing a certain colour, much like in Saints Row. My friend Andrew (from real life) turned up to walk me down a street, pretending to be my boyfriend (grabbing my arse) so no one bothered us, and took me to Portsmouth Station.
There I was joined by hundreds of people at what seemed to be a team competition, probably gaming related. My team and I were interviewed by the press a few times, and the Pixies were playing in the background.
