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 Recently I had one where there was a competition of sorts and the champion gets to be pope. The events were like those you find on Japanese gameshows, one of them being this flight of huge stairs SLATHERED with butter and you need to crawl to the top. And when the competition ended, this huge torch of fire blazed in the middle of the cylindrical stadium and some babies that were riding on terrified chickens were put into chariots and carried into the stadium by birds still in their cages (but flying). They flew into the blazing fire and imploded and I woke up. Whuuut.

 So just last night I dreamt that I was a male microbe. Yes a MICROBE. And there was a huge war between all the microbes in the world and the slightly bigger debris. So there were lots of casualties but every time a wave of microbes were sent out and most of them killed, we kept going on about how there are BILLION TRILLION microbes in the world and even if a lot of us are killed we won’t die out. That was basically our strategy against the larger debris. And there was even a darkly comical sequence where I became a human for awhile to have another perspective of the war. And even though in the microbe-level world it was utter chaos, as a human everything was hilariously calm and normal. But if you looked up at dirty corners you could see dustballs quivering strangely… because apparently they are at war with microbes.

 And then I was a microbe again, discussing with an older microbe about the costs of war. We realized that both of us had lost our loved one to the war (I’m somehow often male in my dreams). And both our girlfriends/wives (?) had English names, we had some Chinese name idk omg. And the wise older guy explained that they had English names because they were not natural microbes but man-made ones. So they were… named?! Oh god idk why am I so weird.