I watched some episode of psychology show on Netflix. It was about dreams. I didn't retain any of the information except for how to lucid dream. I think it would be cool to control my own dreams.
A woman in the show suggested I should write down my dreams so that I don't forget them. It helps with lucid dreaming somehow. Here it goes.

Third person perspective. I am in the body of Kasane Teto, a Vocaloid:

I honestly don't remember much of the beginning. I shot fire and shot webs out of my hands like a burning Spider Man. I am walking straight through a massive cave with darker turquoise walls. I point towards a large and unstable stone, making it collapse onto a group of hostile creatures that I cannot identify. After the rock falls, I move around it and turn right.

My perspective changes from third person to first person, as my vision enhances and allows me to see a ravine. The vision enhancement is strange, as if I am using binoculars. After turning right, I walk forward, look left, and look down the steep ravine. Suddenly, I hear a cartoonish horn, like a clown horn, as I see three fat old ladies, wearing cartoonish grandma's clothing, crazy sunglasses of different colors, and driving in a fancy roofless car. I think the car was shiny and red. My brain described them as "witches." Their skin is the exact same color as the cave walls. I tumble down the ravine to avoid being hit by the car and run into a small entrance at the bottom of the ravine.

This entrance leads to a massive pitch black room. I cannot see the walls. A single tomb, which illuminates the room, lies before me. It mentions something about my father, but my brain is not familiar with what it means. The tomb suddenly opens, revealing a ladder that goes downwards.

I climb down the ladder and start running through a maze of some sort. My head almost hits the roof, and the pathways are narrow. The maze's roof and floors are made of Minecraft stone, while the walls are Minecraft lava. I hear the three witches cackling behind me as I run, and I think they are catching up. The dream ends.

I had this dream in middle school and haven't forgotten it. Usually I forget my dreams. If you like this dream journal chapter, perhaps I'll make more of them. Sleep well.

Love and Peace,
Arkada