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Jan. 2nd
I remembered one I had about a week ago, in which it involved a brief moment of control. I was at an abandoned carnival, real creepy and every once in a while there would be a bunch of insane people with scary masks and clothing that would go into all out war on each other. I remember seeing acid being thrown about, guns and explosives.

I ran into a nearby forest and there was an odd house much like something from a cartoon, a sort of log cabin with a strange blue color. That's when I felt I was in control and decided to run and jump off the cliff and started flying. Shortly after takeoff I woke up.

It seems that whenever I get in control of things, my first thought is to fly. Not bad.