non-lucid

This should have clued me win that I was dreaming, but it didn't. I was watching an episode of Supernatural during the morning. It was one I hadn't seen before, so I was confused as to why I was seeing it at this time (as new ones always run on the the network during prime time, and not on syndication.) For a small time, I seemed a part of the episode. Dean had a bunch of cash, and I think he might have been gambling. There was this creature who took the form of a corgi. We shooed it off, but at the end of that episode it was revealed that the corgi was actually the key to defeating the main boss creature.

Another dream was where I was to be some sort of donor or host to a vampire couple. Something to do with that I had not consumed blood or what not, and I guess that made me viable. I was then riding an ATV to this town. My group and I found this healer, and she was going to teach me to remote view. She attached this blue stone to an RC airplane and told me to tell her where it went. My first shot didn't work that well; I said it flew into some power lines. Later, as the sun was setting, it was a beautiful sunset with all sorts of colors. A rainbow assortment of clouds. I asked the lady about my piece of orgonite that I had, and I don't think she approved highly of it. I got the feeling she preferred crystals. The orgonite mentioned is one I actually have.

I had the tetris effect occur with some guitars. I found one that I felt was perfect.

We released these balloons.

There was a sense of betrayal I think.

My uncle gave me the last of his tomato soup.

I haven't been sleeping too well lately, so I haven't been waking up feeling rested.

My coworkers worked at a craft store instead. I found some cat food in the craft store to buy for this kitten that was found running around at the Supernatural set.

This spreadsheet kept zooming in until it could zoom in no further. The smallest point was atom small.

This little girl had a hard life. I remember that this man was trying to persuade this lady to take her in, but she wouldn't. As he couldn't keep up with her outside in this snow, he started to weep and I started to tear up and cry until I woke up.

I was running around in a work place, but it wasn't my work in reality. Downstairs, I had my room. I was trying to hide some personal devices that I didn't want found. Some manager was really angry at something, probably pertaining to training. I got the sense that it was Winter, since it was cold and dark, but that might have been the external environment acting upon my dream. I also found some gold coins that were crushed on a bathroom floor. I attempted to flatten them to repair them, but one disintegrated in my hands. There was also a trail of coins that rightfully belonged to the Native Americans. Though the part about work and the part about the coins were separate, it felt like they were a part of the same dream.

I was at the DMV to get my license renewed. I didn't have any extra paperwork with me, but it didn't seem to matter as I didn't get that far in renewing my license. I was being pushed along, though all I wanted to know is where the license renewal station was. At the station, I saw Ricky Gervais, but it was Simon Baker that I interacted with. He did some sort of Mentalist deal along the lines of his character in Mentalist. It was some sort of act with a card. I think it was a gift card for groceries. After he was done, he disappeared, and I was left with a gift card, a gallon of milk, a gallon or orange juice, and other grocery items. My license didn't get renewed because the dream ended.

Scanning groceries, carding people.

It starts out that I was going to call one of my coworkers for some reason. What happened is that when I clicked redial and wound up calling Misha Collins instead. I think I instinctively knew that it was Misha, but I might have asked who I called. Even though the conversation was short and I sounded like a bit of a fan (I wasn't sure what to say, or explain why I was calling,) he was nice about it. I kept trying to figure out how his number was on my redial, since I hadn't called or texted him before. Somehow I did have his number. I was also trying to create a blog post of the experience, but it wasn't working out. I think celebrity interaction should be counted as one of my dream signs.

The architecture and path in one scene, in order to go down, you must take the path that travels up first.

This little girl, her mom was making her a pink, felted sweater with thin, black detailing.

I could drive this big pickup truck with no problem. It was red, called an F20 if I remember correctly.

There was this man who could not see, but he could hear. I think he ran a stone shop. I was asking about hematite.

This crazy, bipolar lady murdered 90 people over a long period of time. It started with the alignment of the planets, I think.

One of the men murdered was this artist that reminded me of Thor. He was creating some sort of large pottery clay-work.

There was also a team aboard a spacecraft that suffered a hull breach. Most managed to survive, but they lost one or two.

My friend from college changed the time on my computer as a prank, but I couldn't get it to change back. I couldn't replicate what he did.

I was lying on the car, waiting in the parking lot of my new job, drinking a small energy shot drink. I forget what I was thinking about as I relaxed, staring up at the sky. It felt like it was cloudy, and then partly cloudy at times. My first day at work for training was at 2pm, and it was about 1.50 when I started running inside. It was the warning that the store was going to take all the carts for the day at 2pm that made it tricky and a race to get in there. The path I took led me through both the men's and women's restrooms, and into the building. I had to get the attention of one of the workers and basically force myself into the employees only area. I managed to get the last seat in a first come first serve deal. There was another girl behind me, and the person in charge told her when she complained to, "Go to Best Buy."

Another dream had a visual chat program that obscured the background behind the person.

The last dream I remember had me fighting and defeating a giant robot that had a nuclear reactor for a power source.