The Dream Log

I dreamt I got up, brushed my teeth and went to sleep. I then woke up again realising that I hadn’t actually got up or brushed my teeth at all and that was indeed a dream. I went downstairs into my kitchen where a copy of myself was sitting on the worksurface. Except I wasn’t phased by it at all. I said, “Hi, it’s really hot today.” and she said, “I know but the moon’s moving.” That makes no fucking sense at all, but at the time it was all fine. So I walked around the kitchen for a bit not really doing anything, this random man came in and we started having sex. My other self was just casually talking to me about random shit throughout. When we were “done” I went outside into my garden, even though it wasn’t my garden at all, and sat on a swing. Other me sat on a swing beside me, held my hand and started crying before saying, “You’re tired, go to sleep.” So I went back to sleep.

When I went back to sleep I woke up in real life, unsure of what day it was and whether or not I was still dreaming. Weird.