Dream for 8-22-7

I’ve spent all night trying to remember this dream. In every subsequent dream, I told anybody I ran into about it. And I’ve mostly forgotten it. Fuck. What was the linchpin? Something to do with the internet being.. I can’t even remember. It was funny, I swear, that’s why I wanted to remember it.

Yet I can remember the sequence where I’m about to play a small asian girl at ping pong. She started doing this sarcastic laugh at me, which got obnoxious really fast. I can even remember the sequence after where I’m trying to tell my sister about this funny dream I had – while still dreaming. Can I remember what I said? Of course not.