I can't remember the circumstances exactly but I had found myself working at some sort of Aquarium like place. The glass display breaks causing the room to flood so my co-workers and I came up with some elaborate plan involving plugging the display and it's many tons of water pressure with a thin wall of Newspaper and anime and "the Matrix" posters.

This works somehow, but  my co-workers decide to open the exhibit back up early before we even get started on the cleanup or actually replacing the actual windows with something that wasn't a micron thin, barely translucent mishmash of politics and waifus. I went to talk to the boss about delaying and he just congratulated us and when I got back to the room, the windows were already replaced with some kind of state of the art glass, and the first people at the exhibit were my freinds and my mom comming to celebrate my upcoming graduation, and this is where my real life starts leaking into the dream.

My mom pulls me asside to scold me on my current academic performance (which is something I actually am genuinely concerned about right now) and starts threatening to send me Away even though I'm 24 and don't even live with her anymore. She starts trying to force me to make arrangements to do this, but I book it the first chance I get.

It's now later on and I'm with a group of guys on the bus headed into The City. We are talking about how we are going to train our new pet Ageislash even though the Pokemon  is clearly actually a Klefki-Cosmog hybrid with party hats on his ears. When we get to the stop we rush to get off and not-actually-Ageislash loses his party hats, and it's my fault. We all know some vauge horrible thing will happen if Ageislash loses his party hat ears so the big-brother figure of our group stays behind with Ageislash to get the ear-hats back. I feel guilty and want to stay with them and help, but my mom will catch up if I do.the dream ends just before me and the other guys head off into The City.

Was there any intense emotion involved with your dream?
I find my dreams are more about feelings than visuals

Back about  6-7 years ago I was able to Lucid dream hard.  It was kinda cool been able to control your dreams.   I seeming to have lost that ability

For a long time I was plagued with nightmares where I was forced to kill someone before they killed me.

No matter how I tried to resolve the situation it would always end with blood on my hands. Their deaths were brutal and violent, and I hated doing it. There were times I'd have to beat someone to death with my bare hands, or stab them through the forehead with a sharp knife. Sometimes they still got back up. To kill was always exhausting, and it was never quick or painless.

Then I started having nightmares about my body destroying itself. In one I began to melt like Rita Farr, and in another my teeth crumbled out of my skull like sugarglass.

Lately, my dreams have been silent, but whenever I sleep I'm aware that pain and death may be lurking on the other side of that slumberous veil.

I had another one like the one I described this morning. I'd moved back into my old home but my mother and sister were there trying to control things. Dad and I were scared for our lives  and called the cops, but my mom had already contacted them with some fake story. Dad and iade a run for it and got trapped in the roof.

I don't know what it is making me have these kinds of dreams but it's honestly kind of disturbing.