Dream: How do we know?
I was with my family (not my real-life one), and it suddenly occurred to me the little girl was me. I told my mother that she and I couldn’t be in the same place at the same time, that something was wrong. My dream mother didn’t understand what I meant, and I didn’t know exactly what was wrong, just that we couldn’t exist in the same place at the same time. The little girl realised I was onto her, though, and fleshy appendages started coming out of her head, including one that was penis-like. For a moment, you could tell there were aliens or beings in there that had taken over and that were mocking and threatening us.
Then she took off. I followed her into what must have been a shopping center. A handsome, friendly blonde man was singing the phrase, “How do we know?” in front of me. I sang it back in a deep voice. He kept repeating it, and I’d repeat back, each time at a slightly higher pitch. (In my dreams, I can sing.) But he kept getting further away, although I wanted to catch up to him since he seemed to know something. Then I was on an escalator that first raced up at an incredible speed, then down. I wondered if I was in a movie and had been filmed at regular speed, then it was made to appear fast. I tried pointing this out to someone. They didn’t seem to understand anything I’d said.
The blonde man was gone. And so was the little girl.
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