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I dreamed I got trapped in an elevator dimension and could only communicate by pressing the up button which lit up with my name; I couldn't see other people but whatever they said showed up in captions in the air, so I knew they saw my signals; in this dream my name was Clara. I dreamed I got back to the hotel room and my mom gave me meds and I went to bed being cuddled by someone who was either Captain America or Chris Evans (lol I wish). I dreamed I was one of several kids fighting off literal nightmares, like an alleyway with a killer clown and psychic wasps disguised as Christmas lights; they were all puzzles of sorts, where the way to start damaging the whatever was not always obvious; it was also a competition, and the three top damage dealers got prizes. I dreamed I stayed out too long at night and froze into a mini ice fairy, complete with frozen wings.

All of that was last night.

...why are my dreams so much *more* than my actual life?

(which consists of moping because I still have no internet (though supposedly a technician is coming tomorrow to try to fix it), moping because I need aides and can't find any, hurting (physically), crying randomly, and distracting myself with Discworld books)