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I have came to the conclusion that my dreams are being programmed by someone or something.
Last night, I got exactly 3 hours of sleep, falling asleep at 5am, waking up at 8am on the dot. 
I had three consecutive dreams. The first dream that I recall was something along the lines of me switching in and out of 3rd person, walking around what appeared to be some amalgamation of a cartoon and a video game. I then changed form into what looked like a meter tall, cartoonish looking character with a karate outfit on. The character. which was no longer me, but something I was controlling, walked over to a Christmas tree and picked up a 'ninja mask', which was really just layers of clothe wrapped around my head, but on the ground it appeared as an item, already being in said form. I then started receiving orders, quite like something out of a video game, and the next thing I remember, it cut away, breaking the 4th wall, and showing two men I have never seen in my life. The men told me they were starseeds, they were the creators of this dream. The dream ends and I appear, in my normal body, at my old workplace with one of my friends from highschool. We're walking around and im trying to talk to the manager, its clear most of the people there dislike me. I vividly remember all the workers lives being very different, almost like they all won some type of universal lottery, meanwhile I was the same person. This dream ends and im cast into a void where I seemingly have no body, just karmic energy. In front of me is a female demon, or something along the lines of that. The demon represents my sexuality, constantly changing form, growing and shrinking horns, changing size and facial structure, skin colour, and twisting and contorting until I reach orgasm. I awake to find myself positioned in a way that I would never sleep, diagonal with my feet pointing to one corner of my bed, and head pointing to the opposite corner. I had came irl, and it was extremely unpleasant
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The night before, I was studying kabbalah, as well as writing a book, for hours and hours before sleep. I was extremely productive, felt more intelligent and confident in my work, etc. After this dream, and after waking up, I have no motivation, I feel drained and have no initiative to continue writing. I was also abstaining from masturbation/sex as it helps me write more creatively and gives me more energy. This was a forced orgasm, in the dream I tried to reject it, but the demon was twisting and contorting in a way that it was impossible to reject it, if that makes any sense.