You know this backroom level that is like a huge pool?
I dreamed that I was in it, alone, swimming. I tried reaching the end but it was endless. It was also very sunny idk why, but it still was scary.
There were abandoned boats everywhere, and holes in the floor of the pool. In the end I drowned I think, and I woke up.
I still remember it clearly, it was super scary for me.
I had a horrible nightmare that started out as some sort of evacuation drill and then turned into this creepypasta type thing in procreate where all my drawings got a creepy layer that made all my drawings look like zombie husks and scared the crap out of me, and this little demon started wreaking havoc on most people’s lives and this guy was able to stop him with a special healing elixir but he only had so much of it and more demons came back to cause even more trouble and even more horrible messed up stuff happened.
In my dream, I saw a book YouTuber reviewing my novels on YouTube, calling them racist and homophobic, and a "misstep in American literature." (?) (Note: I never wrote anything racist or homophobic that I'm aware of. One of my characters is a Japanese lesbian.) She never named me in the video, but some of the comments acted like they knew who she was talking about. They said I was a good writer, but had a limited vocabulary. (Whatever that meant), and that my poetry is better than my stories. I woke up wondering if this really happened, but couldn't find anything...thank God!
It was a work dream and my manager was insisting we have stuff/someone working on some project, but we were totally swamped and didn't have enough people on the floor. Sounds a bit like today, actually with a little foreshadowing.
that my brother could play violin well despite never touching an instrument before, and that the he was playing it like a guitar and it sounded like a guitar as well.
