(Dream #1): My front left tooth explodes.

(Dream #2): I live in a different apartment in a different neighborhood (yet the same, per dream world logic), but with one of the same roommates I have now and one that was my roommate at a previous apartment. I somehow discover that my apartment is somehow cordoned in such a way that allows me to have my own private set up in a way -- I have my own private kitchen and bathroom. I begin taking a liking to creating complicated sandwiches and fill my refrigerator up with them. One day, I arrive home to find my roommates fighting about "salt oxidation" and one roommate's cat takes off out the door. Somehow, the door leads directly outside. I pick up the cat, which I fear is the wrong one. I have an app on my phone that identifies cats in my neighborhood and it says that if the cats purring sounds like, "All is right with the world," then it is not the cat that I am looking for. My roommate confirms that it is the wrong cat, and she continues looking for the cat with me. We encounter some drunken native Brooklynites shortly after finding the cat. One man is 350 lbs and is approximately 6'7". He begins insulting me and I tell him that only a baby would wear shoes with velcro straps, which he is wearing. He becomes angrier and my roommate and I run off. We get separated. I wind up in Red Hook in front of my old apartment. A van pulls up and someone I was once involved in gets out, along with several people I dislike -- they are moving into my old room. My friend Kevin is at the spot and I begin talking to him. He invites me in to see what the apartment looks like. I do, and then my perspective shifts. I am now a woman living in lower Manhattan. I look out my window and see a man in an apartment several floors up. I write messages to him on his window and I lament the fact that he never sees them. I go to sleep. The next day, I meet with who I assume is my boyfriend at Prospect Park. I express misgivings about our relationship. I go with him to his studio apartment where he has two beds. I lie down on one of the beds and the text from the windows appears all over my body. My boyfriend becomes extremely mad.

5/8/2025 --

I played alto saxophone in a rock band.

5/5/2025 --

I am playing tenor saxophone in a dark room with someone. They feel nervous, uncomfortable. They keep trying to walk away, yet the parameters of the room keep shifting. Suddenly, I am at a ravine in the morning. It is gloomy outside I simply continue playing saxophone. A deer-like creature is swimming down the ravine with a wooden raft tied around its neck. On the raft are tall candles, somehow unlit. There are three dead bodies on the raft. I try not to add any sort of value judgment to my dreams, but: this one feels as if I am the antagonist in someone else's nightmare.

5/4/2025 --

I ate a turkey and swiss sandwich.

4/30/2025 --

(Dream #1): I meet with my beautiful friend from California. I tell her that I want to marry her, but she says she is "mutating and transforming." She asks, "Could you ever love a mutant that transforms?"

(Dream #2): It is very hot out on Metropolitan Avenue in Ridgewood. I am apartment hunting. The realtor is a giant floating head. I walk outside of the last apartment we looked at. There is a woman with hijab on skating with her child. A woman walks up and sits down on the ground. "It's Husky Black Chick Summer!" she says.

(Dream #3): My right canine falls out. I wake up from a dream within a dream and check my tooth. It is gone.

(Dream #4): I break my foot.

4/26/2025 --

I had to speak with a bassist I can't stand. I told him I don't like him. He replied, "Well, in this dream there's not really anything you can do about it."

4/19/2025 --

I try to bench press 65 lbs. I cannot. I try to bench press the bar. I cannot. The bar turns into a pin. I cannot bench the pin.

4/16/2025 --

I switch between two scenarios -- on my grandparents' patio of the home they lived in until I was 14 with my family and one with friends inside of an apartment that was clearly decorated by a geriatric woman. My friends begin to file out during the latter scenario, leaving me with a woman on a couch. The couch turns into a bed. We begin making out. I smack her ass. Every time I smack her ass she grows in height. A mogwai on a television watches us. My grandparents and mom are drinking mojitos.

4/13/2025 --

(Dream #2):I wind up having to walk up and down five flights of stairs five times, for some reason. The stairs become increasingly narrow as I arise. The building is residential, all very modern and palatial, until I get up to the fifth floor for the final time. As I walk up, my friend Sandy comes up from behind me -- "You shouldn't be this tired!" I try to explain to her that I'm on my fifth time doing this, but she simply says, "Come on, if you finish, I'm gonna give you a bottle of vodka!" I think to myself: I am finished. "I don't want to drink, thank you." I walk into the apartment behind her. Some other friends are milling about, I plop down on a recliner to rest. There's a b-movie that isn't real playing on the television. Sandy disappears, then reappears, announcing she is leaving. I give her a hug. As she leaves, I wonder about the bottle of vodka.

(Dream #3): I open a magazine to see the headline, "LILY OPENS THREE FLOOR TALL BALL PIT."

4/12/2025 --

I am playing an unlacquered alto saxophone. I notice that the finish on it was black. I say to someone, "This saxophone used to be black."

4/5/2025 --

I hear a song with the refrain, "Nobody knows what it is insofar as you have forgotten."

4/3/2025 --

I am living in Chicago in one of two labyrinthian homes that my brain always places me in when dreaming. It is the slightly less labyrinthian home. It is at night, I hear a knock at my door. It is a musician with I have a somewhat terse relationship with five other people. One of which I do not like in the slightest. They are in need of a place to crash for the evening. I let them, but ask why they didn't call. I am not given an answer. They mill about in the living room. I tell them they have to sleep on the floor and I don't have any extra pillows. I go back into my room. There's a door from my room that leads to a hall that leads to my roommate's room and also to a large hall in the basement of the building, which connects various buildings in the neighborhood. I first walk towards my roommate's room. There's a bathroom in the hall. I walk in and shit. After finishing, I walk towards the large hall. The large hall is somewhat bustling, given the time of night. I see toilets strewn about. I look in one -- there are cooked potstickers inside. They look appealing. I walk down the hall and pull down my pants for reasons unknown to me. I pass by a stand selling cookies. I wonder what a black and white cookie tastes like and the vendors give me strange stares, since my pants are around my ankles. I pull them up and walk back to the main atrium of the hall. I see three people that look like public shooters. They are loading guns with magazines. I ignore them and walk back up to my apartment. The band that I'm housing is practicing. I tell them to stop. I apparently sleep and the next morning, the band is outside of my building. I see one of the people who was with the group. I light a cigarette and they begin talking to me. They put on an air of feigned interest, "Are you still working at that restaurant?" I tell them I haven't worked there for 17 years. "Are you still having problems with your dad?" I tell them my dad hasn't been alive in 24 years. Everyone begins to ask me for a cigarette. I give them all one. They begin to leave and I overhear one of them say that if they knew that it was me who was living at this home they wouldn't have asked. They don't say bye. They don't extend their gratitude for letting them stay without notice. As I walk back to my front door, I see an androgynous person with their partner and playing with their dog. I confuse them with my good friend Mark and call out for him. The person turns around and is Asian -- Mark is a white guy. I apologize for confusing them with someone else and the person says, "How do you get me mixed up with a white guy?" How do they know Mark is white?

3/31/2025 --

I looked down and my legs were covered in tattoos.

3/25/2025 --

I am in the backyard of my mom's house, which is now on a different country road than the one on which she lives. Her housemate is Jon Lovitz. In the backyard a stage is set up. Many dogs from my past are alive again (a recurring theme in many of my dreams) and have constructed a stage. They perform a relatively accurate rendition of Romeo & Juliet. My mom tells me that her current dog has cancer. I watch the dog in question begin to rot in front of my own eyes in the backyard. My dog growing up, Buster, casts a magic spell that reverses the effects of the cancer, at the cost of his being. He will not only die after the spell is cast, but all memories of him will cease to disappear. The effects of the spell are dramatic -- it bathes the entire world in a shimmering light. Afterwards, I still remember him. No one else does -- not my mom, not Jon Lovitz. I watch the rotting dog rot in reverse, becoming healthy again. I then go and watch the dogs play in the front yard, which I find perilously small and close to the road. Chopin's Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 plays.

3/24/2025 --

I awoke to find myself in the midst of some sort of apocalyptic scenario -- what the cause was is not terribly important for my brain. I was at an emergency shelter at my old high school, though the scope of it had changed. It now consisted of hundreds of long halls (instead of the two that it generally consisted of). Survivors of this apocalyptic scenario are lined up in these hallways with little partitions dividing up their "rooms". Although I was 17, I had maintained all of the experiences of being a middle-aged man. A teenage girl befriends me and apparently we strike up a relationship. An acquaintance from my childhood tells me that she's "no good" and invites me back to his little partition. He digs through a box of trinkets and finds an amulet that serves as "proof". I am confused and an unconvinced. I return to my girlfriend's partition and her behavior becomes increasingly erratic -- she becomes paranoid that I am abusing drugs (I am) and paranoid that I am sleeping with someone else (I am not). I ignore her and retire to my own partition. She enters and begins screaming at me, foaming at the mouth, screaming, "It is the end of the world and the end of your world." She stabs me.

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