I had a long night of intense dreams. There were people in my dreams. I died a few times and came back to life in an old English village. The other people thought we were trapped in some kind of video game and kept trying to change it back into normal reality. I saw Danielle there and she cooked up a casserole. I helped her. She told me when people eat the food they will go back to normal. Sherlock Holmes was our leader. I smoked a joint.
The dream went on and got really weird after that.
WordPress doesn’t like my dreams and just deleted most of that last paragraph. What a crock of shit.
I like my dreams this morning. I like the fact the rain has passed us by. I have a busy day ahead and need some time this morning for tea and some relaxation. Lucid dreams are cool, very cool.