[NotTrivialMorose]

Hello there, dear dream journal,

I've just woken up with a start and a couple fresh ones.

First...
A marketing gimmick by some superstore, was to announce itself as an independent nation. What was just a humorous ploy, sparked a very real and intense political upheaval.
All sorts of weak, childish excuses were thrown around by our leaders, about why it was imperative that no one break free from the oppression of the existing nations. Some of the excuses went something like this:
Deep and wide ditches would have to be dug around the superstore, and that would be no fun work.
The break-up would cause too much restlessness among religious people.
Missionaries would illegally try to cross borders.
People would have to be shot in the ditches in the name of safety…
In the end, words were not enough, and the army was sent to retaliate on the uppity rebels.

In another dream, it was night, my wife and I were watching some old VHS tapes. It was episodes of some made up sitcom show which was famous in the dream world. Eventually my wife got bored and went to sleep while I kept playing the tapes.
Soon I was joined by a wonderfully cute, young horse. She was very affectionate with me and seemed to be asking me to ride her.
I had never done it before, but the little horsey seemed so happy and eager about it, so, I thought, what could go wrong in a little summer night ride?
Once we got outside though, the horse couldn’t contain herself any longer and ran off without me. I had to run myself out of breath to catch up to her.
On our way, we traveled through desolate country roads, dark forests and even darker swamplands. From the very start, strange, unnerving noises permeated the night air, Lovecraftian ululations and such.
Then when I’d finally caught up to the horse and got on her back, after only a short stroll, we were attacked by an i-Oh for f's sake!-m-is this a bad word?-p, or a child’s ghost, dressed in winter gear and pushing a wheelbarrow before it.
This dream was lovely atmospheric and creepy as sin!


Now I'm not sure what's going to happen next. I feel conflicted. I might either go back to sleep and try to catch an extra entry for this night, or I may go and try do some writing. I'm feeling... bad, restless, suffocating.
Still sleeping with the crazy cat, but the crazy cat himself is sleeping all in quiet peace tonight.

And yup! I May Pass, is a nono word! Come on! Give "us" a live moderator here, because these rules are ridiculous! Or just drop this nonsense altogether. Hahaha, who the H am I talking to? You've lost it now, you stupid demon pretending to be something you're not, there's nothing here but rocks. Pfft.