The House, the Rusted Gun, and the False God

Dream recorded: 11/3/2026

I was in this neighborhood. I was looking to see if a house was for sale.

It was an old house. There was a lady that was in charge of selling everything.

There were other homes, other people. It was a whole community.

And then a gun was shot.

I ducked and hid.

One of the ladies went crazy. She had an old gun too. Like she was mad about something.

I was able to take the gun from her, and I didn’t like holding this gun.

It was so old and raggedy.

I thought it was just gonna go off.

The lady who was in charge of everything was thankful, but was, like, cussing her out.

They called 911.

Another neighbor came out who looked younger.

It wasn’t like an old community at all. It was mixed.

The lady who just went crazy was old.

They wound up saying I could have that house that she was in.

It was actually a nice little house in this community.

It had a garage, multiple bedrooms, bathrooms.

And then it had a carport.

One story.

But it was older.

But this community was nice.

A beautiful yard, golf course, lake.

But she said I could have it.

I still had that gun.

It was old and rusty and raggedy.

And I wound up putting it down.

I think it went off, and I freaked out and jumped back.

And one of the younger residents grabbed me, and I said, “Check. Did it shoot me in the ass, the leg?”

It didn’t shoot me, but she checked.

She was like, “Bend over, let me see.”

She’s like, “No, I don’t see any holes or scratches.”

I was like, “Okay.”

And then I wound up moving into the house, and it was nice but old.

There was already stuff in there, though.

Wasn’t my stuff.

I wound up being friendly with the younger resident that was there and invited her to go somewhere.

And then the POV changed.

I was fighting a serpent dragon again, but not a battle this time.

It was training.

I remembered going around a huge planet.

I was training with it because I was laughing.

It kept getting angry at me for not listening, not going on the course it wanted me to go.

And I called it out for being a fake, saying it wasn’t real.

That it wanted to be a god so bad, but it wasn’t a god.

It was so angry, but I was not scared.

I was annoyed, like, “You need to self-regulate and calm the fuck down.”

Like two friends arguing at each other while trying to get a task done.

Then I woke up to the rain hitting my window outside.

Dream 2

I heard the name Henry.

There was this impossible point of view of looking at celestial bodies, giants like we have now and then marbles.

I don’t know where we were, what we were doing.

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