Dream Land, good night Options

[*Intercourse.*]

dream land here i come!
snuggling and sleeping in my many blankets

How do you say good night to others? Do you have something that your family has always said, say it in another language? Did you ever call going to sleep something weird, like I'm going to dream land, sounds a bit weird but I've heard it been used.

I've always just said sweet dreams to most people, or just good night. I wish my family would have said it in other ways but my family isn't that interesting

Have you ever had a recurring dream/nightmare?
When I was younger I use to always get these dreams of my sister and I in a car driving with this guy in the backseat, and he wouldn't ever help us. Or we would be in the car alone and driving down this road and somehow in the end we would crash or drive in to water and I would be able to get out and then my sister wouldn't so I would try and help her get out of the car and then wake up and never know what would happen next

[*Uronacid*]

I only say goodnight to:

Holly
My Sisters
My Dad
My Mom
Grace

I only say sweet dreams to:

Holly

I only say I love you too:

Holly
My Sisters
My Mom


reoccurring dreams:

I used to have a dream about a tower. It was like a very well lit white ivory tower, and it had a spiral staircase almost like a lighthouse... I'm walking up this star case and just about every 10-20 seconds I see a door to my left. Every time I open a door there is something different in it. is Some doors are like regular rooms, and some doors are like gate ways to a different universe. I keep walking up and eventually I get to this one door. It looks different from the rest. It's the same color as all the others doors, but somehow it looks different, and I know it is.

So, I open the door. This room is a large room that appears small because its crowded by stacks upon stacks of antique books battered and beaten from being studied and the moisture collecting in the room. The room is lit up by candles that are sitting at the top of just about every other stack of antique books. There's a wood desk sitting in the center of the room with books piled all over it.

I can see the shadow of a humanoid creature on the wall. It looks as if he's tediously studying behind the books cluttered around the edges of the desk. I decide to take a closer look, and walk over to the desk. I look over the edge of the stacks of books piled around the edges of the desk almost like a giant peering over the walls of a castle.

Theres an old, small, pale (almost white), well dressed creature with a large sharp toothed and devious grin staring right into my eyes. I can tell he wants to eat me. My dream immediately become a nightmare. He has long fingers skinny fingers almost like spider legs rise from the pages of the book he's studying as firmly plants his scrawny hands against the edge of his desk in efforts to get up and out of his ancient chair.

I dash out of the room, and slam the door behind me. With my back pressed against the door, I see the door nob slowly twist. So I start to run up the steps only to reach the final door at very top of the tower. I look behind me. The creatures hands are moving along the sides of the walls like spiders as he slowly but steadily walks up the stairs.

I'm cornered, and the only way out is threw that door. I open the door. It's completely white. So white that it completely blinds me, and I wake up from the dream.