A single detail resonates as I awakened, the beautiful face and voice of Bernadette Peters.

A lot of goo last night. I puked up a bunch of goo, I washed my hands with goo. Not the same goo. Then I tore open a tube of Aquafresh and played with the big ball of goo. What does it mean?

I was trapped in an endless Spore diplomacy mini-game.

I had finally amassed a harem of all the girls I had a crush on in high school. I was holding a glass door open for them when I spot the redheaded cutie being bullied, pushed up against the glass wall by a man who's face I can't remember in this waking state. I gouged out his eyes, then awoke to find an opossum climbing on my head, scratching my scalp. Startling.

My ex boyfriend sends me a link on discord. As I open it I am shocked to discover it is scat porn, and that he now has a scat fetish. Then I awoke.

Just awoke from fucking Twilight Sparkle in a bathroom stall. Sublime.