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I only remember fragments of this one and there are many missing pieces.

I was in a rocket ship ready to launch from the Earth with my astronaut partner. Thoughts and worries were racing in my head. I got very, very anxious at the idea of being hurled into space in a giant rocket. The countdown finished and  with a very loud WHIRRRR I felt everything shake and gravity getting more and more intense. At this point the experience was absolute hell, but I slowly got over it and rationalized to myself and out loud to my partner: “This is cool, you know? We’ll get to finally be in space. I think we made it.” only to then discover that my partner chickened out and actually redirected the rocket to fly around in the atmosphere. I could sense his fear. We fought over the controls and eventually crashlanded in a forest.

The fact that I survived the crash led me to believe I was dreaming. I tried levitating above the ground and it worked. I told my partner to fuck off and went flying away. It proved to be a pretty daunting task to fly in a straight line. I kept swerving and falling and crashing into trees. I got to my parents’ old house and enjoyed a night sleeping on the roof.

While doing so, I began dreaming again, this time inside the house. My family was gathered around the table having a meaningless conversation, so I headed upstairs where it was completely dark. Trying to turn on the light didn’t work. I identified this as a recurring setting in my dreams; trying to turn on a light in a dark room and it not working, followed by a monster that leaps from the darkness and gets me. I knew I was still dreaming and escaping wouldn’t work. I felt the weight of its gaze from inside the black room and wasn’t taking it anymore, so I focused all my rage and expelled it out of my entire body, destroying the entire universe around me in a bright colorful wave of light and energy.

I guess at this point I blew a fuse because everything became a cartoon. It looked really old timey and grungy. I was a caveman standing at where the water barely touches the shore on a prehistoric beach. A small purple slime creature with big beady black eyes emerged from a cave in the distance and ran towards me. When it reached me, it garbled something incomprehensible and hopped into a nearby cave. I followed it.

I was working in a very picturesque geometric office full of faceless peers. The only thing that could be seen outside the window was sky blue in every direction. I believe I had been working on a problem for a very long time, and eventually lost my mind trying to solve it.

The office building was full of monsters resembling gorillas with sharp fangs. I grabbed a pistol from under the table and shot them as they lunged towards me. After I killed each one, it would turn into a dead person. After a little while I realized the monsters were an illusion and I was, in reality, shooting every office worker dead. I couldn’t stop or else they would get me.

I ran outside of the door. It was a scenic courtyard; a concrete pit with a single large slab in the center and some stairs winding around to get up to the top. There was a helicopter drone whizzing far above my head. The area was full of monsters, too, but instead of trying to kill them all in fear of killing anyone else, I ran up the stairs to the top of the concrete slab and jumped to grab a hold of the drone. It flew me away to a wall that had red tentacles protruding from it.

I lept from the drone and grabbed on to the tentacles, then climbed up to the wall opening. Looking inside, there was some kind of lovecraftian horror slowly making its way through the opening of a portal. I was fascinated at the time and tugged on its tentacles a bit more. The creature’s face surfaced from the portal and screamed at me, “What do you think you’re doing??”