Last night I had three dreams in which I died.
The first one was a dream in a dream. I was fighting a magical creature on a tiny atoll in the middle of the ocean and every time I would kill it, it would resurrect as something stronger. Eventually, it became the ground that I was standing on and swallowed me up. The shock of dying made me wake up and when I did, I was in a strange bed in a room with a window. It was dark but I could see that there was an orange cat on the bed that I had woken up. Another orange cat appeared and they started fighting until the cat from the bed pushed the other one out of the window and closed it. I think there was more to this dream but I only remember a few disconnected scenes.
In the second dream, I was attending something like a small university lecture, when the presenter mentioned an open slot to present something at an upcoming event. A person that I know put me on the spot by saying something like "Anon has something that he would like to present". So I was pressured into explaining something that I would present. When I was done explaining, people were clapping, which I found weird. I decided to leave and go home, stopping by the convenience store on the way. After I getting a drink at the convenience store, I remember thinking: "Why not got back to the lecture, I'm dreaming all of this anyway. What would I even do at home?". So I went back. To get to the room I was in before, I now had to find my way through an underground labyrinth. The entrance was just a staircase leading underground. Then, you would emerge from an airplane toilet and be in a narrow airplane aisle and had to find the next "toilet" to go into which contained the next staircase that led to another airplane and so on. At some point it was also a train. I got lost and was sitting in one of the empty seats when the plane took off. Looking out of the window, I could see that the pilot was flying under bridges and power lines. I knew that this would go wrong and when flying in between the next two poles the left wing hit a pole, the plane crashed, and I died.
In the third dream I was in China. Me and whoever I was with had a train/bus to catch in 20 minutes and I decided to go and find some food for the ride. I took a bicycle and was looking for any kind of food stands or restaurants, but the only kind of stores that I was passing were selling strange herbs, medicine, and cigarettes. After 10 minutes of riding in the same dire
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