My dreams rarely recur. My dreams generally just involves me and my friends or people I have met, in places that I have known at some point in my life (although the times may be jumbled). Then some weird shit goes down, then I wake up.
The only dream I ever remember recurring was a bizarre semi-nightmare I used to get when I was younger. In the dream, I'm an odd kid with normal hair, and I live in a house that is wooden-panelled all over. My cousin comes over to stay, and I'm telling her all about weird and nasty things that have happened to me, then I say "And... Look at my goldfish!", and I hold up a wooden plaque with a goldfish mounted on it with a brass plaque. Then my cousin grows in size, and tentacles and things grow out of her face, and she shouts in a hoarse voice "Yes, your goldfish deserved it!".
Then I wake up.
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Guns don't kill people, People kill people! Using Guns.
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