The dream starts with me in dire straits, in need of a good chunk of money fast. There's this guy, he seems to be my brother - even though I don't have a brother - and he confidently tells me that if it's money I want, he can hook me up. I follow him through the small town we are in, it's very much like the town from Back to the Future. Past a cop car, right through to the most central part of the town, and it's the middle of the day and people are milling about. We live here, but it's like we don't really know anybody. Right in front of everybody, my brother selects a woman with a particularly wealthy look about her and a not insignificant ring on her finger, and holds her up with a gun, demanding she fork over her ring. When she does, he tosses it to me. We begin to walk away. People start yelling "thief! thief!" and I'm starting to freak the FUCK out, but my brother says to me "relax, don't worry about it. We know something they don't know." At that moment, and in front of an old abandoned-looking storefront painted black and white, he grabs me. A white light begins to envelop me and I feel a sensation of great forward motion. When it stops, abruptly, we are in what looks like a very old house, extremely large, a mansion. The house has wood floors, and ornate wood trim. Sitting very much out of place in this room is the modern, almost art-deco yellow hallway/portal that we emerged from. As I am standing there, dumbfounded, a woman who was one of my office co-workers comes shrieking through the portal. She yells at my brother: "what are you determined to do to Tackyway?" My brother responds "whatever. In a few days, everything will die down. We'll stay here, and when it blows over, we can go back." Looking at me, he says "people's memories are short when you're in Tackyway." It appeared that this was the name given to this place. "Tackyway," as it was referred to, was a gigantic mansion with no obvious exits but the yellow portal. It seemed to go on forever. It had many residents, some who had staked a permanent claim to one of it's apparently endless rooms, others, like us, who just seemed to be refugees. It appeared to have been occupied by a wide variety of people, and these people decorated each room as they saw fit, so from room to room things were painted/decorated radically different to suit the tastes/whims of the people who either occupied them now, or had occupied them in the past. The difference when walking between the rooms could be very jarring because of this, and for this reason the name "Tackyway" felt appropriate, but I wasn't sure if that was the real reason it was called that.

At this point I started losing the dream (I have a laptop next to my bed to write them as soon as I wake up from them) and I left these notes about what was left in my memory, but as usual they are disjointed and don't make much sense:

• room with four doors nobody uses but one
• Aldous family striped door, very old, no one knew what it meant
• cats freaked out
• synthesizer collection

Making bread and people were in the house. It was very short and I'm unsure if that was all that was going on or that's just all I remember regardless.

People keep coming into my house. At first, they were coming in to steal things. I would catch them in the act of stealing something, and sometimes I would get back what they were trying to take, and sometimes they would just look at me and walk away, and I was unable to stop them. Other times people would just walk through my house like it was a shortcut to somewhere else, and when I would ask them to stop doing that, they would just look at me like, why would we? Why would we stop doing this? Sometimes people come in and then they leave their children there. And then I'm left, exasperated, trying to figure out what i'm supposed to do with these children they've left behind. Later the children will just disappear.

I try to stop all of this from happening by checking the doors to make sure they're locked, checking all the windows to make sure they're closed and locked and secure, yet no matter what I do, people just get in. They never have to force their way in. There's no sign of any break-in. They just seem to be able to effortlessly open doors that are locked. They always act like they belong there. They show no sign of being alarmed that I've discovered them. My distress at all this is extreme.

Another dream I have is reoccurring. I materialize into a large indoor facility, sometimes it's a massively huge mall. Sometimes it's a massively huge library. Sometimes it's some sort of museum. It's always some indoor huge building. I appear there suddenly with no memory of how I got there, and I realize quickly that it is an indoor death march. The building is packed full with people. And we're all required to walk endlessly. If anyone stops to sit down or talks too much they disappear. They either just literally disappear, or they are led away by a group of people, and they are never seen again. We can talk to one another, but it has to be very brief and very quiet. We walk in an endless loop, never stopping, never knowing why we're there and what's going on. I look for doors and windows, but there are none. Every once in a while I'll see a person I know, and we will try to talk to a each other and then be immediately drawn away by two groups of people. Everyone is exhausted and most are openly hostile. Many seem to be unable to form thoughts or ideas.

I await your shitty, dubious analysis, oh expert of dreams, as you are my only hope.

I was in a hotel room doing one of those clone-a-willie kits. Then I noticed that the mold had coloured my hands blue. Then I had a look downstairs, and Petteri jr was blue, too.

Hanging out with my dad, uncle (his brother) and my two dogs pouring whisky.

None of them are living.

I had a recent dream that I was at a rescue shelter for hot dogs. They took in stray/feral hot dogs and put them up for adoption. Each hot dog even had its own little info page on their website.

So I was like chilling in my bedroom and then ex-boss lover is 20 years older than me that I haven't talked to in almost a year Walked in my front door, and then three other people I apparently worked with, one of them with a baby came in and I started juggling trying to talk to all these people, three which I didn't even recognize where I knew them from, one that hasn't talked to me since I kind of blew them off. I proceed to try to clean up my room enough to find spots for them all to chill including getting a chair that was in the wrong corner of the room nice getting, the trash from the depression Piles off the floor and getting the comforter on right. I'm not sure what all happened, but I remember waking up when these big creepy fucking white caterpillar things that were like bigger than tomato worms started dropping down off the ceiling and onto the bed, and then I realized I'd already been rolling around on some of them on the bed, and some of them were like fucking spiders and shit that were really big and there were these big mushy spots of half writhing insects, and still things dropping off the ceiling slow enough just to be disgusting and terrifying at the same time. And I remember the three people I allegedly worked within the dream, the one of which had a baby or something being like okay, It's time to go, and I was thinking they just got here and in between being confused and terrified as fuck.

I woke up and I still haven't been back to bed yet. I just decided to get up, eat some fucking crap ass freezer food, make myself a White Russian and start tackling installing fit girl repacks and their updates on Fedora. Fuck my life and fuck giant white caterpillars.

I do think I remember making a comment in my dream like okay fuck. I'm going to clean my room that's for fucking sure before, right before I woke up.

Like fuck my life man. I guess that was some kind of Halloween dream or some shit but fuck that

I snuck into the campus of my former workplace, a manufacturing facility. I cut down a number of non-native plants growing in the surrounding courtyard. Maintenance discovered what I was doing and notified security. Everyone was okay with removing the plants because they were growing near high voltage lines and causing electrical arcing. There was concern about having to pay me overtime and back wages. While they were discussing what to do, I made a large pile of vegetation and then snuck away.

My family was sitting in a restaurant for some type of event - funeral, wedding, something like that. My son who doesn't speak to us was there at the table, avoiding interaction. I ordered something with a weird modification, like lemon cake without frosting. Son began yelling about my order. We all looked at him for a moment and then began laughing because the thing that brought him out of estrangement was the opportunity to correct someone.

The real question is what recent dream I had that I'd be willing to share with strangers on a public forum lol

Hmm.. well there is this one where I dreamt I was hanging out with a friend at a convention, and they gave me a guitar and asked me to play something, except I haven't played any guitar since I was like.. 11, and so then I almost cried, cause I was nervous

I dreamt I was back in the city I went to University in. I heard a loud beep then the world froze in place before I woke up

I dreamt I was back on a 16 hour crew boat transit in Nigeria, playing D&D with some coworkers, like we did every 5 weeks for crewchange some 15 years ago.

I just bought a tennement building, vacant except for sitting tennants in the basement. They agreed to move out after 5 years so i closed the deal.