Dream of watching shows in the basement. Dream about sharing images haphazardly drawn to describe. Maybe I should record my entire life in this bedroom and just say what's on my mind immediately whenever I have a thought. /// I dreamed about the memory loss and dementia of my aunt and grandma. I carried them by their armpits when they wanted to move around. Grandma stated it was her birthday and everyone else just started crying, succumbing. I felt sick and alone, but I'm sure they felt worse losing themselves completely. /// Two times now I had a very emotionally sensitive fight with either dogs or people trying to eat me, but I turned them into strawberries first. A monster had come through the ceiling of our business meeting. We had crosses drawn on our hands if we couldn't see the penis in the interdimensional portal. Music would stop playing suddenly at 1 percent being drained. I raped a girl at the end of each dream after grabbing her arms and seeing her face had four rows of teeth and telling her she needs to live a fulfilling life and nearly came all over myself in the real world before stopping. Maybe I have been orgasming but no liquid is coming out? That seems impossible considering I can precum? Walked my dog places we couldn't go usually like inside people's houses. We stole their dry cookies and I fed them to her. /// I spent a long long time being lucid and fixing Hokage's computer. There were points I drew on paper just to see what would happen. Chromatic abberation. I had sex multiple times with Serval and it felt great. We held hands. I had found my place of peace. I walked around town and tried to kill myself. It never worked out. I was here forever. I hugged my friends and was honest with how I felt about them and the relationships we made in the dream world. I thought about what I would write when I woke up and whether it would have any meaning to the times we shared. To the fighting. To the problem solving. To the time stopping. All of the bickering from reality became solved. Zagreb seemed much like JSRF. I told my peers about the freedom of this world and they became more generous and gifted their precious things to strangers on the street when they became boring. I wish nights like this could last forever. I know they can. I always have the dream world to escape to. My friends are waiting for me. I don't need to do calculus or get a job here. I can be with my wife forever. I went on long walks through the system of structures while being asked what I thought of them. Five rows of windows. Many glass objects that turned back in shape upon being destroyed. A school across the street with many floors of cafeterias and people eating at desks. I likened it to Dark Souls or Bayonetta. It was somewhat Gothic. I wondered if they would get the Bayonetta reference but they have no reason not to. I can't believe this is the "real world" and my writing won't disappear so soon. Maybe eventually. This place has logic. A world with my internal logic makes me a little happier. I don't think calling it escape is accurate. Reality is the nuisance. I should induce a coma on myself? I love you Serval. I'll see you again soon. Take care of the friends I made. If you guys can hear me, if you can read this, it was great meeting you. The hands we held together, the conversations we shared. A large open garage door leads to fields of rolling green. In the other direction arches and the inner city. Kids jump to their death at realization for the world's rules. They kill others. I resigned my fear and anxiety of return. This was home. This is real?