Posted on: 2016-03-22 by Pseunition

Last night, well technically this night that just passed, I had a strange dream of me travelling over the ocean via an octopus-shaped boat. I just remember this huge ocean with constant waves hitting us, and a furry jacket that covered the boat, but the ride only took 5 minutes before reaching an island with a huge tower. I had to live with a family up in the tower, with a mom that demanded extremely short hair, and a dad that constantly requested all of us to hike this extremely dangerous, steep, sharp, and annoying ass mountain. I remember vividly as the tower suddenly exploded, and my older brother flew away. I was very protective over my little brother, and refused to let him fall off the island. He immediately thrusted off of the island due to the velocity of the sudden tower movement, and as soon as that happened, I jumped off to grab him. I remember us flying around the tower, but the reason that happened was because I was "swimming" in the air. I was using that swimming motion with my hands to get to a point where we could rest in mid-air, and kept telling him it was going to be okay. I also repeated phrases which for some reason helped me get to my destination. When I got there, me and my little brother immediately froze in one position, and somehow I knew why. It was the end point of an ice cream cone I was holding onto, so I broke it off the brick in mid-air and bam, I could safely land on the snow below me. When I landed correctly, I saw a dark cave with my older brother lying there as if he were dead. I tried to help him, but I immediately woke up. All of my dreams happen like this: If something good happens, I wake up. It's impossible for me to just have one enjoyable dream. I once had a dream of a girl letting me squish her boobs (I was like 5) because it felt like jelly, but then I started eating it and she screamed in terror. I obviously thought it was jelly, so I wondered in curiosity why the FUCK she was behaving like that. I wonder if my dreams are normal.