In my dreams last night, I had a cat, and when I woke up I felt weirdly empty and confused as I realized this cat never existed.

I was shooting a movie in my dream last night. At the end of the first day, I realized none of my footage would come out well, since I was shooting on 16mm and hadn't light metered even once. I also figured the production ought to be shot digitally, as a Red camera package would cost less than buying, processing and scanning film. I was also shooting on a Bolex without a crystal sync motor, meaning I wouldn't get sync-sound picture, and the camera's too loud to record on-set audio anyway, unless the camera's far from the action. The performances also could have been better. The actors were amateurs, and needed to get used to their roles. In a parking lot after our shoot, we decided we'd treat the day as a rehearsal, and re-shoot the scenes later.

However, someone was impressed by our shoot (I think someone who saw us in the parking lot), and the dream skipped forward. We had financing, a producer on set, and we were able to continue shooting on 16mm, using an Arriflex 16SR for sync-sound, as well as a reflex Bolex w/ sidefinder, with a crystal sync motor and magazine, for shots that were tricky to get with the SR16's weight and size (I can barely shoot that thing handheld). The movie was an intimate indie drama and a musical, with six musical numbers, and it looked fantastic. I remember being surprised at how little stress I felt, just euphoria that everything was going so well.

I watched the trailer to some movie called Because of Winn Dixie. It's a family movie about a dog. Apparently Al Bundy is in it?? That's him right??

Anyway, afterwards I dreamt that it was our dog. He got lost on a ski slope so I set out to look for him. I entered the slope three times before finally finding him huddled in some enclave. The dog was noticed by anyone passing by, but they didn't know whose dog it was. I brought the dog to my mom. The dog was wet because icicle water was dripping on him while he was waiting there, which made me worry he may have gotten sick. But while petting him he seemed perfectly fine and energetic as always.

I dreamed I was playing some multiplayer game which I can't make much sense of anymore. At first, I spawned on a beach, and followed a sandy path to a large circular clearing surrounded by palm trees. Here all the players could walk around and talk to each other, and I think were supposed to obtain some information. I remember after finishing all my required conversations, I started talking to some guy about our Roman Legionnaire skins, and I meant for there to be some joke apparently, even though I just stated an observation our characters were Romans. I recall us walking to another part of the beach, but I'm not sure what happened next.

We were on an island, and around the clearing were several paths leading to different parts of the beach, as well as to a village that circled the island. While I was chatting in the clearing, I don't think I'd dreamed up the presence of a village yet. Players were now supposed to regularly leave the clearing, searching for items and information in the village, which was separated into segments. After a player was done searching a segment of the village, they'd return to the clearing and discuss with other players. It seemed the ultimate goal was to find out how to leave the island. When the game had gone on long enough, aquatic creatures and a small Cthulhu, measuring maybe 15 feet tall, would attack the players, and could usually kill every player fairly quick. Besides constant attacks from his minions, which crowded the map, Cthulhu would charge up a red laser beam and fire it from his octopus mouth (not a beak, more like an Octillery mouth). Usually, no one would find a way off the island in time to avoid dying to this spawn, and Cthulhu's laser could one-shot several players at once.

I remember leaving the game for a while, and scrolling through some achievements I'd earned for spotting the weird things I'd seen in the game, as well as some achievements I hadn't unlocked, which included seeing a woman on the beach that no one else could see, and petting a dog that was growing out of a wall.

I attended an Albert Einstein lecture, and I remember some dialogue mechanics like I'd originally dreamed up for the multiplayer game. When he was at my desk talking to me, I asked him about the cardboard he took notes on, and he assigned for me to create notes about six scientific concepts I'd learned about, and present them to him on Monday (in the dream, it was Friday). I had no idea there would be a second lecture, but I agreed. He also told me he'd be giving me a head start, as most people would be receiving this assignment on Monday, due Tuesday.

At some point an overnight bus was involved. Not sure where I went. I vaguely recall a beach.

I returned to the Cthulhu game, and came close to escaping the island. A friend and I tracked down some pearl necklace, but we hadn't found out what to do with it before Cthulhu spawned in our segment of the village, and annihilated us with his laser. We tried again, and while travelling between village segments through the beach, I saw a mysterious-looking woman in a black shawl off in the distance, standing against an old wooden fence along a high ledge. As we walked up a narrow uphill path toward her, she looked more and more strange to me, and I realized she must be the woman from the achievement. I asked my friend about her, and he wasn't sure what I was talking about. After passing her by, I turned back, but she was gone. Then we entered the village, and we saw a small dog with its front half sticking out of a wall, lying on the ground. I forgot the achievement was for petting the dog, not for just seeing it, and after commenting on the dog's situation, we continued on. Fortunately we spotted a red dog in the same position, and we pet this one.

We found a segment of the village neither of us had seen before, and entered an inn to search for information. As soon as we left, Cthulhu and his fish creatures started spawning, and we were just running around desperately trying to find anything before we died. I even managed to avoid Cthulhu's beam, by fleeing into a graveyard while Cthulhu was charging up. I lost track of my friend, and he came back to me with the pearl necklace from before, and said he found them in the ocean. He said he'd learned about them, and that they needed to be brought to shore, placed in the sand, then had to be carried for a lap away from and back to the island, then had to sit in the sand again, before they could turn into shells that would give the player the swiftness to leave the island. He gave them to me before being killed by Cthulhu's creatures, and I ran off. I placed the pearls in the sand, picked them up, and swam out maybe a hundred feet before returning, avoiding attacks from Cthulhu's minions as I swam. The whole time, I kept thinking I would surely die, but at least had learned more to help me next time. I made it back to the beach, still crowded by Cthulhu's minions in every direction, and placed the pearls in the sand, where they cracked open, and broke into a pile of small red shells. I took them in both fists, and felt a power come over me. I ran back to the water, with Cthulhu on the my tail, and once in the water, I pointed my fists and was propelled at quick speed along the surface. I broke free of the crowds of minions, and kept swimming until I found land again, only minutes away. I spotted a dark south Asian boy with long hair, fishing from a grassy ledge, and I went to see if he could lead me to his village, wondering when exactly the game would tell me I'd won. I woke up around then.

I had this gruesome dream a night ago, following two groups of people. First the dream was following some boys wearing scout uniforms. They looked like uniforms I've seen in some eastern European movies, but not those white Young Pioneer shirts. Green shorts, green shirts. The boys all looked like they were 10-12, and their troop was marching through some field surrounded by woods when they were captured by a small group of sadistic invading soldiers. They made the boys kneel with their hands behind their heads, and the dream cut away.

The dream cut to another group of soldiers, but I'm not sure if they were American, or if the dream was set somewhere else. They had been captured by another team of invading soldiers, who roughly tied them together in a pile on the floor of their large rowboat, with wrists tied to others' ankles, legs tied to others' chests, just piled together and unable to move. The enemy soldiers tortured them endlessly for days, maybe weeks, and made the men eat each other alive, biting chunks from each other. Some of them were missing hands or feet that their friends had been forced to eat off them.

The dream cut back to the kids, who had also been forced to engage in cannibalism, but some of the boys were unscathed, as the soldiers needed them intact to sell them into slavery. They were in a forest village in an unspecified south Asian country, and one of the boys was getting sold to a family who wanted to buy him as a husband for their daughter, and would raise him alongside her until they were old enough to be wed. The dream faded between shots of the boy meeting the girl, and they seemed to get along. He ran away before he could be sold though, and two of the soldiers chased him down to the edge of the forest, which ended at a suburban neighborhood where the boy would have been safe. The dream kind of played out multiple scenarios, one where the boy was killed right at the edge of the forest, one where he successfully disappeared into the neighborhood, with the soldiers stopping at the forest edge, and one where they caught the boy and broke his legs, so he wouldn't be able to run again.

At some point one of the captured soldiers, a lanky man, also made an escape from the invaders while their boat was docked, and this scenario may have played alongside the young boy's escape. I'm not sure what became of this soldier.

I dreamt I was part of a four man comedy troupe incl Jim Carrey, we operated a very small Verizon store for some reason. One of the members was found dead on the roof of the store one night. I was the one who discovered the body, but no one seemed to be interested in seeing it. But it was understood by the general public that he was murdered.

I was walking with my mom in the park the next day and told her that I thought the killer might one of of us, since one of us being dead means each individual member of the group gets more money. She thought this was a good theory. Obviously this implicates me, but nobody considered me a suspect.

That night another member was found dead in the same park. Later Jim Carrey invited me to his hideout and confessed to being the culprit. I felt a sense of dismay because this means he would now have to kill me, but for some reason he let me go. I felt defeated, bc me trying to rat him out obviously falls into his plan somehow. Or maybe he knew nobody would believe me. Sure enough, people began suspecting a chicken as being the one responsible for the second murder. When I tried to explain that the chicken was innocent, they wouldn't hear of it.

Jim Carrey was really good in this btw. He came off as deranged / coked up and menacing. If you were to make a "best of" reel this would easily fit right in.

I had this dream where I was playing Majora's Mask, except the game in the dream bore little resemblance to the real game. It maintained the time loop, but it was set on a small flooded globe, small enough that the player could see its curvature from the surface. Link started the game in an underwater city, and once he broke the ocean surface, he wouldn't be able to return to the city until completing the tasks on the handful of islands that littered the planet. I think these had to be completed in order, circling the globe and ending with an island that bore an advanced civilization responsible for Link's time loop. The island was completed when the player broke the loop, and also offered the player the choice to lower the water levels and bring the flood to an end. However, shortly after breaking the loop, an alien invasion would begin, with aliens flying classic flying saucers, and no one stood a chance of fighting back. The player wouldn't be able to respawn if the aliens killed them, as the time loop would be brought to an end, and they had no way to fight back. In the dream, this adventure felt half like a game, half like reality, so the alien threat was truly terrifying to me.

Because I'd lowered the water level, the underwater starting city was no longer safe when the aliens invaded, and everyone on the planet would be killed. My dreams tend to undo fatal mistakes like this, so the dream started the adventure over again, and this time when I reached the final island, I broke the loop, and didn't lower the flood. I knew exactly how long I had before the aliens would arrive (I forget now), and I had just enough time to save myself. I quickly headed to my rowboat to abandon the surface, and find the diving point above the underwater city. The decorative peak of a tall palace surrounding the city stood above the water, and by the end of the adventure I'd unlocked some technology that would allow me to dive to the ocean floor. It was unclear if I had a submarine, or a diving suit. The aliens started arriving just as I reached the diving point, and I could see their flying saucers break the atmosphere (since the planet was so small), and I quickly dove down so none would realize there were people hiding underwater. They had no objective of harvesting resources or establishing a colony, they were just here to wipe out all civilization and leave, like cartoon villains.

I remember it was tricky entering the palace surrounding the city, and I remember seeing wooden crates in the flooded entrance hall. When I got back home, I'd have to tell everyone to make sure we never alerted the surface to our presence. I woke up before reaching the city.

Some islands had no one on them, and some held small villages. Some islands would sink when they were completed, while others would rise from underwater when unlocked.

I dreamed I looked up Shawn Wayans' Steam account and successfully found him, so I added him as a friend and he accepted. It turned out he was nearby, so we hung out in-person. We chatted for a while, and would see each other every couple of days, and eventually I brought up his movies and his brother Marlon, and said I thought it'd be weird for him if I just asked him about his movies and shows without first talking to him like a normal person. I told him I'd really enjoyed The Wayans Bros., and I wanted to ask questions about Scary Movie 6. He told me it was alright, and he showed me Marlon Wayans' Steam account, and I added him.

I remember Shawn was in a fictional representation of my kitchen, and was grabbing wine glasses. I think we were eating something that was best served in wine glasses. When I brought up Marlon, Shawn grabbed a wine glass, poured a pitcher of water into it, poured some water on the counter and put the glass on the spill, and ran his finger around the rim of the glass to produce a note to summon Marlon. He didn't actually appear just then, but he accepted my friend request, and we hung out later.

When I was talking to Marlon, he brought up this guy he had a problem with. I don't remember much of my time with Marlon, but I remember that later, I was setting part of a zoo on fire, which was owned by the guy Marlon talked about. I called the guy to threaten him, and he laughed me off, saying the police were already on their way. He was sitting and smoking at a party, which I knew even though I couldn't see him. I told him I wouldn't get in trouble, since the fire had been specifically set not to burn down the whole zoo or any of its animals, but to burn just one special target. I smirked and hung up before he could respond. A fire truck had arrived while I was on the phone, but they didn't seem to notice me, and they were taking a long time to exit the truck. I looked down at a file I held in my hand, and turned to the third and last page, which detailed info about the guy's son. The insinuation seemed to be that I'd burned down something related to that guy's son, without actually attacking his son.

I then fled the scene, and went in the direction of an old concrete underground tunnel in the woods. I figured I'd set my last fire in there, just burning some plastic for fun, but since the police always arrive quickly to fires, I'd leave a note—NO MORE FIRES written with two black markers (held at the same time for extra thickness, for some reason), on cardboard. I was also thinking about ensuring I left no DNA evidence, and avoiding penmanship that could be traced back to me. My pyromania (not in real life, just in the dream) could have deadly consequences for others, so it was time to stop, and this way, maybe the police wouldn't come looking for me, since no one got hurt in either fire.

On my way, the dream morphed so I was headed there with a friend, a dreamed-up character, and I changed my mind about the fire we were going to set. If I was ready to quit, then I shouldn't set even one more fire. We found the entrance to the tunnel, and walked through a narrow curved passageway until we entered the main, wider chamber, which had doorways leading into dark cells at each side, and at the far end, opened into a smaller but wider area, which to the right had tall stairs going up. We could hear people whispering in some of the cells, and like us, they were all here to avoid getting caught by the police.

I told my friend I wouldn't take part in the fire, so he took out a crimpled sheet of vinyl which he'd burn on his own. I didn't want to inhale any fumes, so I told him I'd go exploring. I walked off toward the stairs, thinking I would just bail on my friend, but as I entered the wider portion of the tunnel I saw flashlights moving around at the top of the staircase, and could faintly hear what sounded like police. I quickly turned to head out the way we came in, and on my way there I spotted a small door to the right, leading straight out into the woods. I went out, but there were men on horses approaching, dressed in strange medieval clothes with hoods on. I assumed they were with the police, so I went back and headed for the way we came in, but I could see more lights in the curved entry passageway, and hear clearer voices of the police.

I went back for the door to the outside, and tried to find a way to slip past the three approaching groups. To the left I could see the thin curved passage from the outside, but there would be more police by the entrance, so I couldn't follow along that way. I followed the wall to the right, and peeked around a corner to see more cops, heavily armed, walk toward that entrance. Note that from the inside, this entrance had been up a large staircase, but from the outside it was on the same level. I turned back to see the horsemen, and neither they nor the cops seemed to take notice of me. Only one officer was staying outside by this entrance, so I decided to walk through the woods, about equal distance from the horsemen and the lone police officer. As I walked away confidently, as though neither group mattered to me, one of the horsemen fired an arrow. I halted and stepped back, and they shot another arrow, piercing the neck of the police officer. More officers rushed out and entered a firefight with the horsemen, who expertly nailed each officer they loosed an arrow toward, but always missed when firing at me.

I rushed back for the door inside, and a bunch of Chinese guys ran out of the cells (which hadn't been visible from the outside). We quickly began setting up a defense, shutting all the windows (which hadn't been there before, and which now appeared in a continuous line on the wall) and forcing the enemy to come to us, so we could take them out by hand. The tunnel grew more and more crowded with Chinese men, many of whom were shirtless, and old wooden furniture was thrust against the door and against the windows to form barricades. We wanted to leave some windows unbarricaded, which I think was to control where our enemy could enter, but we also left those windows shut, to keep arrows from flying through. I stationed myself by two of the unbarricaded windows, where I think I kept busy by just opening and closing windows. One of the windows nearly broke when struck by an arrow, so someone reached out through the second window, where he was able to push another outside layer of windows along a rail, moving them to form a barrier of windows over the one that was breaking. This left our post with just one window to funnel the enemy through. I looked around, seeking a particularly large Chinese man who could easily dispatch any who came through, and I saw my friend Giau, who is actually Vietnamese, and who also didn't have a shirt on. I asked him if he could stay right here, and take out anyone who came through, and re-emphasized that he wouldn't be able to leave this post. He agreed. I went off into the crowd to see what else I could do, and the dream ended around there.

I dreamed I was playing some sort of Zelda game as young Link. I think it was stated to be Majora's Mask, which I'm currently playing, but the map was much larger, and more maze-like and scary. At the beginning of each three-day cycle, I'd meet new players, and since I had the hookshot, I was particularly far along. I was showing a new player how to get somewhere, and showed him how the hookshot could help you access more areas.

I remember that within a dark hole in a steep mountain pass, accessible only via hookshot, was the domain of some sort of awful king, and he was preventing me from collecting whatever it was I was scouring the map for. His throne room, at the back of his "palace" (containing about four rooms) contained a backdoor leading to a small dark tunnel covered up by a small waterfall at the end of a pond, with lily pads you could hop on to keep your feet dry. Despite the small size of his palace, he seemed to exercise some real authority over the map, and I needed to get rid of him.

At some point I was no longer young Link, and I was just me, and I was infiltrating the small palace to quietly take out the king. I quickly dispatched him, I think with a garrote, then cleared off any DNA evidence and snuck out through the back.

I forget where that dream went, but later I dreamed I was at a fictionalized rendition of my friend's house. I was in a dark room, trying to light it up, but all of the bulbs were dying, and even with eight lights on, the room was almost pitch black. For whatever reason, it was important to have some light. One of the bulbs was only illuminating the room through an ugly pattern that had accidentally been left on the glass, and it was leaving an obnoxious glare on the TV. When my friend came back to the room, he asked why I hadn't turned the lights on, and I told him they were all on.

We left to meet someone with another friend, and his cat Matilda tagged along in the car, even though we didn't want her hopping out and getting lost. The car was in a garage attached to the house, but in real life, my friend lives in an apartment, and has a detached garage. When my two friends left the car at our destination, I held onto Matilda so she wouldn't run out, but she doesn't like to be held, so she kept squirming. One of the doors was left open, and I asked "can you close the door? Can you close this door?" but my friend seemingly couldn't hear me. I kept asking for like a minute before he closed it.

The layout of the car didn't really make any sense, because one exit was at a 90-degree angle from another exit, with a row of seats between them. In other words, if you were sitting in the back seat all the way to the left, you would be facing out a door, and if you sat all the way to the right, you would be right next to a door. The weird door is the one that needed shutting, because for some reason I could only ensure Matilda didn't run away if I exited out the other door.

Then I dreamed I was at a mall featured in the movie Playtime. I was trying to find my way to one of the places Monsieur Hulot had been to, and right beside a tunnel leading to one of those locations was a DVD rack with a blu-ray of Playtime. I grabbed one before heading through.

Right at the other end of this small dark tunnel (kind of like a map transition from a Zelda game) was a wide hall, and to my right I saw Monsieur Hulot on his way with his distinct walk. He passed by, and I immediately followed along, trying to imitate him. He entered into a clothing shop, and I followed along, and realized I was probably blocking a camera crew's view of him. I stopped copying him, and realized that of course I wasn't following Monsieur Hulot, but Jacques Tati! He moved aside to the right, to wait in line to buy something without blocking anyone's path, and I walked by, and a bit over ten feet away I stopped and turned on my heel, and he smiled. I walked over with the blu-ray and asked "si'l vous plait, uh, vous, uh, escribir (Spanish, not French)..." he smiled, and asked, "avec quoi?"
"Uh..." I turned toward the cash register, and saw they had some pens and markers. We walked toward them, and he started speaking to me in English, but he sounded like Werner Herzog and for a moment I was concerned I had the wrong man, but then I remembered his distinct Hulot walk. Dunno why Jacques Tati had a German accent. He was really nice.

He picked up a pen that had a special feature where you could stick the graphite into certain brands of laptops about twenty years ago, and it would light up to tell you how much battery the laptop had left. He talked about how this feature was now useless, as no laptop supported any pens one might stick in them, and how the pen now just had a useless light on top that would never light up. The dream ended before he could sign my blu-ray.

I had a dream a few days ago where I met Elon Musk while out one day, and we quickly became friends. He was a really anxious and awkward person, and he liked that I just treated him like a normal guy. We were just shopping, mostly for clothes. The stores had really tall shelves with all sorts of unsorted stuff on them. After exiting a store, a crowd of paparazzi swarmed Elon, so he held what seemed to be a totally impromptu press conference on a small wooden stage that just happened to be there. When one woman wouldn't leave him alone or stop taking photos after, I got her to back off. I don't remember what I said, but Elon Musk really liked that I didn't hold any regard for his celebrity status like the paparazzi did.

The whole dream, including the press conference, was set in some sort of weird mall, which seemed to just serve the purpose of offering a vague, wide indoor space. I even lived in there.

Elon and I discussed where to go next, and I told him I wouldn't be able to afford to cover my own expenses. I think we were talking about buying more expensive clothing, and travelling. He hadn't heard of the brand Dior, so I explained how they sell extremely overpriced $800 t-shirts with the logo splattered on them. I moved my hand in a diagonal across my chest, to represent where the logo would be, but he misunderstood and was like "I think it would be more diagonal, instead of vertical" and instead of explaining that's what I meant, I just said something like "yeah."

A friend of mine met up with us, and I introduced the two and told Elon that he'd be our ride. I don't think Elon knew how to drive.

Before leaving, I was going to show Elon where I lived. First I showed him the bathroom, which was a small room inside the mall, completely separate from the rest of my home. It wasn't embedded in a wall, but stuck out into the mall. It reminded me of a sloppily-placed new room in a Sims home. He started to run a bath, so I was like, oh okay, yeah, sure, we'll just wait outside if you wanna take a bath, and we'll leave after. Then I woke up.