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OK. Good a place as any to log my dreams.

I was Geordi La Forge, trapped inside a fleshy mass that resembled brain tissue but felt like cotton candy. It was tossing and turning like we were moving. I didn’t know what to do, because I was trapped inside this tiny little space like a brain vacuole. But there was a black spider-like being with me, who seemed friendly and agreed to help me figure things out. The arachnid could wiggle its way up through the tissue, so it helped me (Geordi) to squeeze up through a fold in the brain matter and we worked our way up to the front of the brain.

Then I saw the brain from the outside as Geordi poked his head out the front. It was long and oval-shaped, and was flying through thick clouds of dense atmosphere, like maybe the storms of Jupiter, tossing to and fro. Geordi was a bit shocked to be flying through the air over a seemingly endless expanse with no solid ground below. Then four flaps of flesh opened on the front of the giant superbrain, revealing two eyes without eyelids staring ahead. I woke up.

My dreams are weird!

Later in the morning, I dreamt I was at a 12-step meeting with my “feminine side,” who is a hot blonde who really knows how to party and occasionally threatens to kill me, usually with guns. I’ve only met her a few times in dreams but she’s one of a number of recurring characters, I figure she’s some aspect of myself.

But it was a good meeting. She shared, and she wasn’t done sharing when an obnoxious girl I knew from grade school started sharing her own story, but I supported the blonde girl, who kept talking, and the obnoxious girl finally gave up. My girl-self was grateful to be in the meeting, because she’d been broke and on the street, and had confessed to using her other panties as panty-liners because she couldn’t afford tampons. “Thanks for sharing,” I really needed to know that, gosh.