MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.

dream censorship.

I was driving around with some guy. "OMG I can't stop the car!" my vision zooms out to 3rd person view and find that I am playing something like a grand theft auto game. The controller doesn't work well but i manage to park the car safely.

I get put of the car and I'm walking with a friend. I'm telling him about dreams, but he seems not to want to listen. I follow him into a house and he goes downstairs into a secret room. I really want to tell him something so I call him out again. a guy walks in and I starts saying something like, "I have dreams about people's waking lives... what they did yesterday that I have no idea what they did. and what they will do." The guy looks at me strangely and I realize it's not the guy i was talking to earlier. He is a bouncer and grabs my hands. But i knock my hands out of the way... i forget what happens after.