First off, WELCOME TO TAPASTIC!! I think I speak for everyone when I say we're super mega glad you've joined our ranks and can't wait to see you around.
Next: I only remember like 2 or 3 dreams per year, and I've been having the same ones over and over for as long as I can remember. Also, they're all hyper violent and disturbing.
So! A sampling of the most recent ones:
â I wasn't in this dream. There was a pristine indoor marble pool. Instead of water, it was filled with the blood and feathers and chunks of fur. A beautiful woman did a perfect swan-dive in. The blood didn't ripple, and she never surfaced.
âI was six or seven the first time I had this dream, and that's the age I am in it. My mother and I are at Wal-Mart, in the meat section. I'm looking at the clothing section, and that's when I see themâ velociraptors, hiding in the clothes racks. I watch as they leap out at all the shoppers around me, silently drag them back behind the racks, and devour them.
âA gang of old people tried to run over my students with an SUV so I tracked them down one-by-one and killed them very slowly by stabbing them in the spine with a knife sharpener. (I love my students, ok?)
âAnd arguably the weirdest dream piece? There's this treehouse that recurs in many of my dreams. It's in the middle of a redwood forest, about the size of a trailer and built on top of four or five story tall poles. Whenever I run into this treehouse, I realize I'm in a dream and can control all the events of the dream. Sometimes I'll be running from monsters, sometimes I'll be chasing down bad guys, sometimes I'll just be walking through doors that all lead nowhere. I end up in this redwood forest, look up at the treehouse, and bam! I'm ready to become the dreamgod.