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I've only written down a single dream, because it was the only one vivid enough to remember almost completely. I don't know where it's at right now, but I'll try to run off what I can recall. I was fucking depressed afterwards too, but I don't know why.
I was at some kind of party, daytime, on a tiny balcony at a mansion in the middle of nowhere, a kind of shrub-desert place near a cliff. Something happened (can't remember what, but something that scared everyone and sent them into a panic) and everyone evacuated and got into their cars and took off down this cliff-side road - must've been 12 lanes wide - all going extremely fast.
Well I pulled over at this weird abandoned house, in the mountainside kind of, with the highway between it and the cliff, and found like a Time magazine on the ground, picked it up, and threw it. And then 30 years passed by and I was older, doing some kind of work on the shrubs in front of the house, but it was still abandoned. Then I found another magazine, threw it, and another 30 years passed, and I was old.
Then I must have just all of a sudden noticed the house or something, but I finally went inside and saw that it was run down but familiar. And I had some kind of flashback, and for some reason I was under the impression that it was something that happened during the 60 years I skipped, and the shadow of a woman could be seen coming into the empty kitchen. I knew it was my wife (I'm not married in real life) but the dream ended before I saw her.
The whole dream was one of those things where I knew things that I shouldn't have known. Like when I skipped each of the 30 years, I felt like I had just come out of a coma and missed a huge piece of my life and was now alone, but at the same time I knew I had been active in the part that I skipped. I don't know, but I was extremely lonely and sad when I woke up, and I had the dream at a time in my life (it was only 4 or 5 months ago) that I was quite satisfied.
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