I don't usually remember my dreams. Last night I was lucky enough to have a very interesting one. The only sad part was when I woke up.


I was at some resort in NZ my tour guide was a hot red head about 5.11. What made it interesting was she was naked. we were kayaking in teal blue water. 


Then I woke up. 

I still remember every detail of how she looked

it wasn't wet


U must be gay

I remember being in a hot air balloon with my mom and my german TA, maybe the size no much bigger than a fold out table.  I was talking to him in german, knowing my mom didn't understand, but I have no idea what about.  We were also not too high up over a post apocalyptic bayou-like area, maybe something you'd see in a Fallout set in Louisiana.  The whole dream was set in that kind of area, lots of murky water, rotting wooden decks connected to dilapidated houses, and a pretty thick fog.  Huh, maybe it had to do with me going to germany and not telling my mom about my plan.

XSEAN

I was about 5 years old, if I remember correctly. It's the middle of that day and my mother and I are at a resort of some kind. Not an especially exotic place, but somewhere sunny and warm. Think Florida or L.A.

There are in-ground pools as far as the eye can see, packed to the brim with people -- like that one scene in the original Sandlot, turned up to 11. My mother and I are walking along the edges of the pool, trying to find a place to join in. We finally find suitable pools and she leaves me in the kiddy area while she goes to swim in the adjacent adult section. I see her jump in, but nothing after that.

When I turn around to start swimming, I'm met with a 6-foot tall yellow creature, glazed in bright feathers and big, innocent eyes. But I know better from experience; this creature is not innocent at all. It's Big Bird, standing just outside the edge of my pool beside a weighted metal lever.

The situation hits me with a flustered confusion and hopelessness: this is no kiddy pool, it's a giant toilet! Bird pulls the lever towards him, initiating the flush sequence. The other children and I begin to spin and scream, but the sound of Big Bird's horrowing laughter all but cancels them out. I'm filled with despair as I clamber and flail to no avail, submerging beneath the heavily chlorinated water. My final sight: a gargled image of Big Bird's head cocked back in a victorious guffaw followed by a crushing fade to black.

I jolt awake to the sound of the blood racing through the veins in my head. I wipe my eyes of gunk, turn to the chalk board beside my bed, and scribble another tally to the scoreboard.

"You win again, Big Bird."

I normally forget them soon after waking up, but the last few months or so have been really weird. Every day I've been remembering 3 or 4 dreams from ages ago in their entirety. It's pretty cool tbh