Since I obviously haven't been to sleep yet, but want to make a post just to test everything, I'll type up an entry from my old notepad. This one is from the 22nd of March, 2009.
( it also may be slightly better written, since I'm not just 5 minutes out of my bed and prodding the keys with wild abandon... hahaha )
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The earliest recollection from the dream, was of myself and a friend in a local tabletop games store. I was purchasing a few packets of miniatures, and currently standing in a lengthy queue, waiting to be served. I checked my money on hand, probably to be sure that I had the correct ammount. I had mostly a collection of brown £10 notes, though there was also a £50 note mingling with them, which I believe was also brown in this dream. Upon attempting to place the money back in my pocket, I managed to drop a few of the tenners, though was lucky enough to retrieve them before anyone else in the queue caught on.
Somewhere along the queue, the miniatures shop became a cafe, and for some unfathomable reason, the line was much longer than it had been when I started waiting, now spanning down an entire corridor, with the cash register at the far end. Behind me, the shelves that held dragons and dice had become tables and chairs.
At the end of the line, I saw another of my friends, who was at the time ordering a cake from the owner of the cafe. He shortly left, walking back up the corridor with his prize on a silver tray. The cake looked like two different gateuxes ( I have to admit I have no idea of the proper plural term, here... ) that had been sliced perfectly in half and placed together. One half white chocolate, the other dark.
At some point I suppose I must have been served, as the next note is about sitting at one of the cafe tables, arguing with fans of a video game( specifically NiGHTS into dreams... ). The topic of argument is oddly not the video game in question, but a "subscription art program" that doesn't actually exist. The brush tools in particular were the cause of much ire amongst the group.
Though eventually the argument does get on the topic of the video games, and the issue of Reala's Journey of Dreams design crops up. Most of the people, funnily enough, were arguing that the rest were being far too negative over the design, and show some footage of what could have been a "Reala Expansion" where you got to controll him instead. He had upward-scrolling levels, and there were small, glowing, gold objects zipping around that you had to avoid. Though, according to these people, it would never happen due to the unnecessary complaints.
It was around there that I woke up.
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Thoughts and observations:
One of the more common things I see in my dreams crops up here: corridors.
If I were one who believed in dream interpretation, I'm sure I would find some meaning behind it. As it stands, however, I just find it merely interesting.
And on a more amusing note:
How dare my friend get such a delicious looking cake and not at least share it. :(
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I believe that if I awake with no recollection of the previous nights' dreams, I shall type up more entries from the notepad( Untill I run out, I suppose ). :)
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