The last moments of the dream before I woke up, I was mermaiding in a public pool. It was just me swimming, and I believe this is the only dream I've had where I needed to surface for air. There were hundreds of colorful ping-pong balls on the pool floor, and I enjoyed gathering them into a corner to swim into them, similar to jumping into piles of leaves. I would use my tail to sort of "fan" them in the wanted direction. After the slightest movement, they floated up easily like balloons and then lightly sank back down. They were so lightweight that when I swam into them, they burst outwards like a slow, magical explosion of color. They surrounded me like bubbles when I swam upwards, and then slowly returned to the bottom.
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Dream Journal
RandomZombie and alien invasions, animals and mermaids, strange and whimsical adventures, and references to pop-culture. Sometimes scary, sometimes enchanting, always intriguing, dive into the fantastical realm that is my dreams!
