u/Pretty_Yam_5044

Had a dream abt an snl sketch where a guy and three of his siblings all mutually misremembered details frm their dream narrative where they attended my mums 50th birthday at a castle/manor but the only thing he could remember from his real life was his fucked up looking penis called Gary / Jerry (he’s a nice guy, he’s a good to hangout with). And it looks like low res age of empires x og final fantasy sprite render of flesh coloured bionic joint/wizard staff with orb

- i was hanging out with a minor Australian film/tv celebrity called Deborah/Debbie Sway, she was really nice and I was only small in it. My mum was much younger too.

- guy could remember almost no details of his regular waking life; the latent realities of his life were almost completely inaccessible in memory. This made him deeply depressed and dissatisfied, particularly that the only point of relation to any notion of his self or any lived experience was centred in his comically fucked up looking penis.

- simultaneously he could recall with absolute clarity the events of his dreamt world; there is an uncanny continuity to them and an entire ‘canon’ and timeline shared a sense of ‘reality’ or concrete memory as they mutually recalled by his siblings.

- one feels more real than the other; the sensations of material reality are dulled in his dreams, but present and in a world more richly pointed with relation than the one he wakes in. Almost certainly more favourable a reality, what would make it otherwise? It supposes a choice - or an opportunity at least - of what life to live.

- waking up is heavy when all your life is a fucked up penis. He couldn’t read from a book, he couldn’t be taught, he couldn’t learn. He couldn’t see the allegories motioned in natures repetition. He has no memories. He can’t remember what the wind feels like, or what had happened the day before. But he could perfectly recall the entirety of an imagined life, every feeling, touch, sensation, face and movement replicated dully as he closed his eyes. In the soft edges of his dreams, no one could laugh at him or his miserable penis. In his dreams, he remembered all those parts of his life that had slipped away. And forgot all of those feelings that anchored him to the one in which he found himself waking.

This was the first dream I have had in probably 3 months and I had only had about 4 hours sleep. Probably the most vivid dream I have had in a year.