I might as well start. I dont dream all that much. I only have a few that I remember when I wake up, and they are usually the ones that are profoundly effective of my life. I can share some here, some not so much. But whatever. I guess I will start with the most recent one.
Most of the dream made no sense. It all happened in my five minute puppy nap today, which I accidently fell asleep on my bed while playing Animal Crossing. So the whole dream was an out of body experience in which I was following a few characters. they were very anime like and were just shooting tons of "bad guys" I assume. lots of unnecessary flips and slow motion actions. they acknowledged I was there. The bad guys acknowledged my presence as well. There was no floor, but rather a floating sidewalk that rose and fell and twisted around at random. when we reached a large castle, these characters killed the guards, but the guards did nothing because they were on the characters side. so that made no sense. when we walked in, a butler told the anime people that their dad was looking for them, so they ran upstairs while I stayed at the door. the butler basically stood there still. Then, a massive ten foot black dog came lazily down the stairs. his skin hung loosely, like a sharpie, and he had black eyes. he walked towards me, but did not see me. he flopped down in a pile of three other dogs that just sort of showed up in a pile there.
This dog did not notice me, or even show any evidence I existed. I was the dog in more detail than everything else. I knew everything about the dog just by looking at it. It was old, very old. Lived here most its life. the dog hadn't played much for many years, mostly slept. It was sort of sad all the time as well. I knew how long the fur was, and how thick it was. I knew the color of the dog's skin, and how it felt and how the fur felt. I knew all this without coming near the dog, and without him knowing of me. It was the only thing that did not see me. And most notably, I knew the dog's name. without knowing this dog in real life, or ever hearing anyone call for this dog, I looked into the massive beast's eyes and new that it was named Night. I could feel that the dog knew it was named Night and that the only name it has ever known was Night. Night was the entire being of this ten foot dog. It was Night. That for some reason stuck out to me the most. and, needless to say, although the dog did not notice me, I was most drawn to the animal. This dog was so profoundly connected to me, I felt it had to be something in real life, like I owned this dog. Or a better way of putting it is, I did not own the dog, but rather had the pleasure of this dog being my best friend.
Sadly, not moments after the flood of information about the dog, I woke up in a pool of drool. I really want to know more about this dog even though I know everything there is to know about Night already. I really hope I meet Night again someday, either in a dream or some other reality. I want this dog to notice me next time, and I want to interact with him. I want Night to speak to me and tell me what he thinks of life and I want to talk back and tell him what I think right back. I want Night to be here with me, even if he is a ten foot dog.