Move to my dream journal
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There was a dog. There was a building.
I came out from some cave with some snow-shaped blue coloured stuff covering the cave.
I was trying to get into the building, which I guessed was a dormitory, and if I got in, I'd find people I knew.
But there was a dog outside, and I could pause the dream and analyze my moves and make the right choice.
I woke up at about that time and went back to sleep.
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What I'm curious about this is that the dog seemed to have a personality of its own. And I did not know who would be in the building. I didn't fully plan how I'd get in. The dog was an obstacle. I thought about finding any cut window bars, but maybe I'd have to climb the building.
I didn't know how I was going to climb it yet, but it's the dream world. Maybe I could've flied or jumped harder, of scaled it like spider-man. I don't remember the laws of physics.
I'm exploring the relationships between how the dream world exists, how different living entities in the dream behave, and how I can control my dream character too.
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