This was just last night. Context is that I'm a furry and I want to get my (then) fursona Dakota made into a full fursuit. My brain must have picked up on this obsession, because last night was basically me fursuiting at school. In the beginning, it was a mix of convention space and school hallways. A friend was with me as my handler and at some point she disappeared with my handpaws. I remember clearly running around with my head through the mouth of my suit so that I could see properly. I could do this because the suit appeared to by made by the maker MoreFurLess, who's suits have big mouths.
This is a crazy amount of detail for a dream, but that's only part, though I remember nothing of the other half.
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Dream Log
Short StoryCatalog of the weird shit my brain comes up with. Very random, very jumbled. Just fun. You might find story ideas in here somewhere.
