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Last night was all over the place, but I had quite a few moments of clarity in this last bit.

I am transported to my dreamscape. I have a partner with me, but his features are not especially clear. He seems to ask many questions, constantly reminding me of some quest and prompting me to complete asinine tasks. Sometimes I am taken in by his logic and we walk with a purpose, but sometimes I realize that I am just here to explore. Lucidity lingers between these instances. We walk in a grassy meadow. It is set on a hill. At the bottom is a chest sunken into the ground. It catches my interest, but I can see a path into the forest on the edge of the meadow and that is far more interesting. The tall grasses are covered in dew, and I can feel my legs getting wet. Flowers dot the landscape. The more attention I pay to them, the more rush out of the scene to meet my awareness. There are gigantic purple irises standing tall over the top of the grass in clumps. Tulips like pitcher plants nestled deeper. The ground is swampy, so I walk through it with purpose. I am alive, awake, aware. I know that I am dreaming. I remain calm, try to ignore the flowers rushing out to meet me. Eventually we make it up the hill, to the edge of the meadow.

A path through the forest takes us to an impossible place. We seem to be standing on a precipice, with a sort of dial on a post. The bridge that should take us forward is made of earth and growing, but the physics are all wrong. We can not walk on it, it is almost like the world in front of our eyes has been turned sideways. I turn the dial and the world rotates accordingly. After a few times around I decide on a setting, and we venture out into the sky. Some sort of cartoon king and his queen are waiting to meet us, apparently at the edge of their kingdom. They want me to find their son, Arthur. I have a feeling that he is locked in the chest, and I agree to help. My partner is smooth-talking me back into a dreaming awareness, but I notice and then change my situation entirely.

I have entered a sort of photoshop ultra-reality. I am outside of my body, transforming it into bipedal demonic dragon creature. I manipulate what I am seeing, quickly gaining control of the images and vastly elongating my neck. I end up with a hulking beast, face full of teeth, hulking shoulders and a torso covered in a gruesome sort of carapace. Tattered wings, which I never attempt to actually use. I am masculine. I stand before a council in a vast room, mirrored pools surrounding the platforms and walkways. They are weighing judgement upon my decision to alter my body so drastically. They decide that I must leave the kingdom. I turn to go, seemingly nonplussed. As I walk away, a woman runs from her place on the council and grabs my heavily clawed hand. She strokes it, looks me in the eyes, and earnestly says that she understands the need to be cold. This triggers something inside of me, and together we recite, as if from a draconic manual or spellbook or statement of being. I realize she wants what I already have. I wake up.

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