Hoxt dreamt he was riding in a car with Bear. They had some construction job to do. No idea if they ever got there. We suck at remembering dreams lately.

I'm having some trouble remembering but Autumn was there, Freya as well, something to do with a safe and trying to open that. I was in my house but my house wasn't my current house. It was even closer to the beach and sand had blown or washed into my back entry, there was a girl wearing a bikini on rollerblades which you never see irl anymore, everyone has electric scooters now.

There was something about the moon being too close and the end of the world looming. None of that should have mattered but I pulled a Yakumo and got distracted by other things instead ot sexing up the tups. Bullshit.

the plan was to "repopulate the planet" only one quirk, I was the only guy amd I was in a Jr. High cafeteria with a ton of 11-13 yr old girls.

Leave that to professionals like me

I live in an old house, lots of wood. Though the days are still warm, the clear stary nights have become quite cold. Easily 20°C temperature difference. As a result, the house makes the most eerie noises at night while cooling down. Scares the shit out of visitors but I'm used to it. Still the sounds make it in dreams sometimes.
So it was one of those dreams on the borderline between wake and sleep, I'd say hypnagogic but not sure. I thought I was still awake but obviously wasn't. So the strange noises become more coherent and louder. Something's obviously coming. Steps.
Out of nowhere, the door to my bedroom bursts open and some minotaur-like monster (or more likely a bugbear) charges me. Damn, that caught me off-guard and made me flinch hard. The monster didn't get far, being impaled by Alice's trademark branching spines before she pushed it out of the door.




At least that works like a charm. Now only if I could remove that adult filter from my brain...

What, no sex?

I remember when I was a child, primary school age, it was normal that when I was on vacation with my parents in some holiday resort in the Mediterranean, we'd all order alcoholic cocktails at least once. And I drank mine. Nobody gave a fuck. Some were sweet and good. I never really got drunk but I definitely felt the effect. My father didn't like it because cocktails are expensive and he's more of a cheapskate than Alice, but we convinced him at least once, usually on the last day before we went back home as some sort of conclusion. No idea if any restaurant would give alcohol to a child nowadays. Probably not.
Well, that was pretty much the pinnacle of my career as an alcoholic.

I dreamed that I went to a sports shooting competition and there was a reception where they registered your information. It was inside a large convention center and looked more like an exhibition. The reception was staffed with a chemistry student from Northern Germany I have last seen 20 years ago, and a young lady from the Bavarian Ministry of the Interior who's responsible for my firearms-related permits. I wondered why she was there, she was preparing snacks. Because this woman is very important and can basically decide on her own what stuff I'm allowed to have I was extra nice to her and greeted her cordially. I was not sure if she actually recognized me.
I asked how much the competition fee was and the chemistry guy said 22€. I took out my wallet and gave him a 2€ coin, so far so good. The other 20 however were an unsolvable challenge. Whenever I took out a banknote, it changed into something else. I saw the blue 20€ note in my wallet, but when I pulled it out it was either 10 or old German D-Mark notes. I also had 100 and even a 500€ banknote. After embarrassingly fumbling around with my money I managed to grab a 50 and asked for change. I got 2 undefinable small orange banknotes with Asian writings on them that looked rather worthless.