I was with my father in some weird swimming complex thing. I has this blaster gun thing that shot our dust particles when you pulled a lever. He was telling me about how people used that function to navigate in space.

Time jump to several years later, when my father had been killed and donated his arm to me, so now I had a third arm sticking out of my chest which flopped around and generally does nothing. (I was a guy in this dream btw, so no boobage interference there.) I was in this hospital walking out I asked this guy how to get to the University Complex, then changed my mind and asked him how to get to some other place... I remember it was something like Phillips street. I was rather lost at the time and somehow didn't know where to go, and I think Phillips street was where my father and I lived in the past. He directed me onto this side road but I had to wait for a bit because there was a road block to allow this gigantic kangaroo to hop past. After that I went to the street and turns out my house was there. It was this huge building (around 30 storeys, I think?) that was made out of glass and stainless steel and was madly out of place among the other small houses. Somehow I developed superhearing and heard my neighbours gossiping about me, which was how I knew that was my house.

I went there and the gate opened and this guy and a cat and a dog came out to greet me. I complained to them about the paint job on the outer walls of the house (apparently the painting workers slept against the wall when it still wasn't dry and left marks there) then decided it wasn't worth the trouble to launch an official complaint. I went inside and somehow remembered that there were just this boy and girl, a cat and a dog and a baby (no relation) living in this house with me. Apparently there are hundreds of bedrooms in the house and every night I picked a random one and slept in it.

I went up to the room where the girl and the baby were and suddenly there was this earthquake thing and I grabbed the baby and ran downstairs. The girl didn't follow and for some reason I felt she would deserve it if she were killed by falling debris.

Then I woke up.

For this dream I'm kinda able to trace specific parts back to their origin hahah. The gun and arm part came from this video I was watching that talked about how everyone and their mother seems to have their arm cut off in Star Wars. Never watched it myself, so I don't know. I was probably impersonating Artemis Fowl for some reason. Cat was from that one in Princess Diaries, dog was from Howl's Moving Castle.

I am eating cupnoodles now and everything is wonderful, as usual.