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In real life, I landed an interview for this job on Wednesday for 11 am. In my dream, the lady called me Tuesday morning to say "why don't you come today at 11" or something like that, in a way that made it clear it was an order. But I was sitting on Meme's couch in pajamas, no idea where my professional clothes might be, and it was already 10 am when she called. It would be impossible. I wondered if this was their way of getting in a surprise drug test: if the candidate doesn't even know when the interview will be, they definitely won't know when the drug test will be.

I walked into the bathroom to see the entire toilet, from the top part you have to remove to the part where you lift the lid and pee, had been engraved by my roommate like a angry ex keying a car. It said something like "if this room isn't clean, you'll have to get a new roomate" or something

I was in my bed. I woke up to Meme and my roommate's boyfriend having sex. Someone came into the room and asked the boyfriend for shoes which, as he handed them over, hit my face a bit. The person asking for shoes told him 'you're such a libra'. I told him he hit me with a shoe and he apologized. Meme was smiling about something, then she left. I don't remember the dude leaving but he kinda dissapeared

I was in a cavern-like place kinda like in the movie US when the girl was dancing. I was walking back and forth, trading positions with someone I was trying to communicate with. We weren't exactly doing sign language, but we were trying to communicate with wierd hand signals. It seemed like we were trying to communicate something importatnt.

The two themes of this dream were travel and a search for the bathroom. I was on boats, bike, and even a train, going somewhere. In all of these cases, I also had to pee and was looking for a bathroom. The pee urge itself was likely real, coinciding with that need your body gets to pee after sleeping and just collecting liquid for a long time.

I remember being on some museum-like tour. If the room was a square, it seemed like my head was centered on a corner of that room, so I could both see the entrance to another room/hall on the wall to my right, and water fountains on the wall to my left that lied between the women and men's restroom, as they usually do. I was with a group of other kids, a procession that was stopping at the front desk (which was in front of and parallel to the wall on my right with a tall white man with a suit, a low-cut haircut, and his arms either behind his back or held across his front, looking down at all the children) and proceeding through the entrance to a hallway whose walls were decorated with painting and lined with ransom small wooden desks/tables/ and stuff. The color scheme of the place made it seem professional. It was decked out in reds and browns, and it wasn't that bright, aside from a less-than-powerfully-fluroescent light coming from a ceiling I didn't see. The hallway seemed even more brightly lit, but still not overwhelming. Warm is the thing that comes to mind. Around the bathroom, the walls were like an extension of the carpet, same pattrern and same fuzz. There was a red carpet-type thing I think I saw at one point.

Anyway, I was in the back of this group with the group of kids, the hallway, and the bathroom all in my vision. A white lady who may have worked at the museum and was guiding us or who was our teacher or something was also there. I think of her and just see an image of a brunette, 30-something chubbyish white girl with a low ponytail holding bout long dark-rown hair and a white complexion that wasn't extremely white, but also suggested she didn't get any tanning done. She was also wearing a pantsuit, although I never saw her legs. In the image, she's looking down at us with her eyebrows slighly drawn together over her glasses and her mouth closed: not so much a frown or a face of anger, but that familiar white lady 'what's going on here' face. It seemed appropriate, as she was looking at a groupful of children and seemed to be making sure everyone was accounted for. The pantsuit, her hair being pulled back, the glasses, the fact that I only saw her upper body and I saw her from the perspective of a short child looking up at an adult all suggested authority.

Here I am still looking at the bathroom, trying to get to it. I have to pee. I don't know if I do go into the bathroom.

Cut to another bathroom scene:

I'm finally in the bathroom. This is preceded by a dream sequence of me finding said bathroom that I barely remember, but alas, here's a bit of it

The bathroom was small, and had dark brown computer-desk-like chairs in each corner. I follwed the lady into the side of the room and, at first, only saw the first chair. The layout and my point of view entering the room looked kinda like this



It was a new kind of bathroom that I had to figure out how to pee in. I asked the lady several times how to, and she was no help. At first, I just asked her if I'm supposed to squat and pee directly into the drain. She was like no, and told me to do something else. I told her it had to be something like peeing into the drain, otherwise, if I sat in the chair, I'd simply sit on the chair and ruin it. She offered no helpful response, and I left the bathroom in frustration.(learning ASL and how to sign location could really help me be better at remembering my dreams)

I dreamed about the beach and the water! I think I was in a bathing suit. Id left everyone just to look around the beach. It wasn't a bright sunny day, it was gljoomy and ark but still the ocean attracted me. I wanted to find some souvenier, like a shell or something. (I'm starting to remember my beach war apocalypses dream, damn I hope I recorded that, that was a dope dream, I love my beach/water dreams)--------------------

broken table
There was a sound, and all/most of my immediate family came into the kitchen and gathered around the kitchen table of my parent's home. I had my back to the windows, and was facing my dad, who had a blue t-shirt on and was assessing the damage. It looked like a tree had jst fell into the table, or maybe a chandelier or something, but essentially something big enough to do serious damage. My mom asked him "are we going to replace the table" (he, in real life, is serious about 'not a scratch' on this table and fining us for damages). He, still staring kinda focused/dazed at the damage, slightly shook his head no in response

creepy grandma
I was in the shower. The shower itself seemed like a small version of the basement bathroom: where the basement bathroom is a large rectangle, this bathroom was a moderate-sized square. I was showering,minding my business, when much like Bea, my Grandma d busted in.

I ddjn't mind this, it was my grandma. She was talking to me about something as I finished my shower and was drying off and stepping out. She was sitting on some bench-like thing. It was right next to the bathtub, it was parallel to the bathtub, and she was sitting such that she faced the mirror. (Funny enough, I don't remember actually looking in the mirror). She was also to the left of me. When I stepped out of the back part of the tub furthest from the showerhead onto a towel, the towel rack and the wall were to my right and my grandma d was to my left. There was also space on the bench for me to sit as well.

Before I stepped out, I remember thinking something like "being comfortable being naked around other people shows confidence" (I was probably having thoughts like this due to the Charisma on Command videos I was watching on youtube before I went to sleep) so I chose to not worry about being naked and act like it didn't phase me (not that I was significantly worried before, mind you).

At first it was normal, but when I sat down next to her to put clothes on, she started touching me. Kinda like a dude does when they don't want to ask for consent but want to push the boundaries: touching my thigh and piking at my clothes at we talked, things I acted like a didn't notice (as I usually do in real life: play dumb til you can get out the situation). I quickly put on clothes, acted like I didn't notice any creepy touching, and called it a day.

Right after this experience, i had two inter-related thoughts. 1) Imma write this in my journal (this is so cool, I'm trying to get into the habit of journaling, and it seems to be a habit if it's popping up in my dreams) and 2) I gotta tell Bea (which would help if I wrote it down)

I was Celie from the Color Purple, and I was on the porch with Albert. I was wearing an outfit that I think she actually wore at some point during the movie, a blue plaid dress with an apron. the porch was mostly white, with a few chairs on it. It was outline by those fenclike porch things, with an opening in the middle direcly in front of the door, leading to the stairs. I didn't see from Celie's point of view, though I was her. My point of view was as if I was standing in from the viewpoint of someone standing in front of the porch, so that the porch, the house, and some of the surroundings of the house were in my field of vision. The house, as far as I remember,was outlined in white at the top, though there might have been some grass at the bottom.

I was serving him in some inspecific way, I could have been getting him water or something. Then, for some reason, the situation changed. All of a sudden, I told him "You're my servant now" or something like that. We were going to switch positions. He looked shocked and kind of angry when I said that, but he respected whatever authority I based my decision upon. I can't remember what that authority was or why the situation changed like that, but it did.

His clothes changed from the lounge-wear he had on before to clothes more similar to what I was wearing. Then, I thought about changing my clothes to reflect our new relative positions. I thought about my red dress and went into the house to find it and put it on.

Now, my point of view is Ceile's point of view. I go into the house, and what's inside is an extreme version of the living area of the suite I live in at college. My point of view is the same as if I'm entering my suite from the only door there is to enter the suite, although the doorway view isn't obstructed by one of the walls that make up the bathroom like it is in real life, and it's dead in the center of the suite instead of being closer to the left side.
I don't see the couches, the tables, or the microwave, though I do see a tall tan lamp (which we don't actually have in real life). The floorspace is way bigger, with the same green, brown, and other color carpet. However, all the doors to each suite are elevated: stairs run up the left and right sides of the suite to lead to the doors that lead to the two rooms. However, the positions are switched. Me and my roommate, on the left in real life, are now on the right, while the other two are now on the left.

As I come in, Olivia comes down the stairs from our room, smiling like she was just laughing about something. I think I asked her where the dress was, and she shrugged her shoulders or said I should just check my room. In any case, I checked my room and I couldnt find it. I headed up the stairs to the other room and Olivia said something like "it might be in there" but I didn't want to go through anyone else's stuff to check. So, basically, I never found the dress.

Something was going on in the dorm tho. I think I had made the transition from being Ceilie to being myself. There was something going on over the intercom that led me and Olivia to try and find these four thin, metal, pointed things that were hollow and apparently functioned as pens. We found the four, and we headed to this new place.

The new place had the floor and ceiling pattern of a cafeteria. There were tables right next to some railing, as if there were some stairs next to us and another floor below us, though I never saw that part. I was trying to find a table, and I looked where Olivia sat and found that all those seats had been immediately occupied by her friends, and I felt kind of sad. Then, I looked and found that tables were quickly filling up, and I hurried to find a seat.

I ended up sitting with that white girl from school that was the daughter of the healthcare teacher and her friend. I was not happy to be there, but they were nice enough. I still had all four pens, and Olivia needed two, so when we made eye contact across the room, I hurried over. Her face was so small: I didn't realize how far away from her table I had traveled. I handed her the two pens, and when I got back to my table, I see the white chick drawing with my pens, as if she's checking to see if they work.

I had been in this church that caught on fire. It's destruction was even shown in the news, and the smoke messed up a huge part of the city. No media knew I had been in the fire. It had been started by some candles that had been left there, and they were too close to the curtains. I was typing on my computer when the fire started. I had to bust out of the church through a wall and slyly make my way to my car so that no one would notice me. I later told my mom and a few friends about this.

There were these aliens who were human. They were a group of people who left the earth years before the rest of the population had the kind of technology to even leave the moon. The group of people on this one ship was oddly homicidal. One of them could hide in bodies and talked like chuckie. One was very quiet and eager to visit earth, where there were so many people, but he also seemed tired and spend the whole day sleeping. One was in love with a girl on the ship, but she was a lesbian ready to find some girl on earth.

The chuckie one invaded the body of a young girl. He and a few other aliens masquaraded as a family. This was all well and fine until one of the young invaders developed a crush on a human that was actually young. Chuckie voice started threatening her life to keep him in line.

For some reason, I was helping people and aliens do alot of cleaning. I helped these people clean their cars for whatever reason.

Randomly, I was in this crowd listening to this religious speeker, a middle-aged white chick with blonde hair. She was preaching about religion and the burned church, and said she wasn't talking directly to me because she didn't want to "hanna-montana" me. I had and have no idea what the hell that means.

I was on a cruise. It had this one deck where there was this deep, wide hole in the ground with a pile of books on top. there was a rope of silk over the hole held up by two poles. I had to use the silk to go over the pile of books and grab one like tarzan. Jason's dad was there sitting near the cave, reading.
I was in constant search for dessert, but never got some.
These two dudes were 'cleaning' te ocean. Basically, they were walking on water and using brooms to clean the surfaceof the water and make it bluer. They were cleaning it just like you would clean your flor. One guy was a fem gay, and he was sexually harassing the other dude, who was obviously very uncomfortable.

I went to heaven. I wasn't completely dead, and I would be waking up soon. I saw a bunch of people that I thought would be in hell, and that were actually pretty nice now. I went to se Lt and Barbara and started crying. But both of them were in this weird sleep, Barbara especially so. I saw the chick put a orange pill on lt's pillow. I picked it up. Lt started chocking me so I wouldn't be able to go back to life: he wanted me to stay. Somehow, I got away. They super drugged him up. Barbara woke up tho, and she escaped.
I went looking for her through the neighborhood and through a forest. However, the angels stopped looking for er when we got to a certain location. I discovered this location was hell. It was very sexual. I saw bisexual orgies going on in elevators, herd club music, and everything was slightly dim. However, I got the feeling that there were bad things coming for this place that the participants may not have been aware of.
Eventually, because we were looking for a lost angel, a lead angel took some of us with her across the hell barrier to talk to someone at a desk about getting passes.

I was a hermaphrodite. I had a dick above my regular stuff. I was in the bathroom, and it was hard. Because I was supposed to be meeting up with a friend to have sex with her. however, she never made it to the bathroom, so it didn't happen.

There was a preying mantis around this bumble bee. It was cute, because the mantis and the bee would be chilling at the restaurant and around the school together. However, one night, the mantis and the bee were on top of my roof, which was glass, so I could see them. The bee was being very jittery, and the mantis was throwing its hands down, as if in frustration. Then the mantis all of a sudden used its sharp claws to cut the bee’s head off and the mantis ate it.
From then on, I was afraid of the mantis and dreaded seeing it around the school. It’s eyes would follow me. Somehow, my mom caught it in a shoe box, and I stomped on the box until I thought it was dead. I thought I saw it roll away from under the box, but my mom assured me it was dead. Then, I was on the roof near my biology teacher, who was waiting to head down the stairs to her class. I asked “Afraid of the mantis?” She was. She was happy to find out that I had killed it.
We were building a house with screen, and we found another mantis. I was trying to explain to my Papa Harry that there were way too many holes in the screen of the door, and the mantis would be able to get it. It got in. And I jumped over the fence from my grandpa’s house to my house. It waited for a while, but it started to follow me. I would jump over the fence time after time. Then, the mantis turned into this muscular humanoid, kinda like the green lantern. Somehow, that was less scary, and we went over to talk to it. Apparently, it hadn’t been chasing me. It had been attracted to scents certain people were spontaneously making on each side of the fence, such as farts (yeah…I know).

It was night and my little sister and I walked out of the house to watch the bus come, which was supposed to be filled with money. I was also holding the trash can that we were supposed to take down the hill. Then we heard dog barking. Morgan took off running into the backyard and I saw it follow her up and down the hill and through shrubs, but it was like the trash can was holding me down and I couldn't stop her. My mom came out and opened the garage and I started yelling for her help. For some reason, the dog hadn't bit my sister. In my dream, I thought this was because she wasn't filled with anxiety like I was when she was being chased. She was simply determined not to get bit. I let go of the trash can and picked her up bride-style, and I ran her through the garage and into the house.

I was following Kelcy down airline road, and he was on his way to get some strawberries. I decided I could get a free lunch. I somehow got onto this spiraling stairway that led down to where a bunch of lunch ladies were working in a condensed, layered, factory setting. The bottom of the stairs were touching a window from which Styrofoam boxes of food were coming, each box made by a machine and lunch lady I could see through the window and brought by the conveyor belt. A lunch lady spotted me and told me to leave, but I didn't leave until I stuffed one of the boxes up my shirt.

The actor that playes captin America is in this story, so we'll just call him Amer. The other dude with him, I will call A,

amer and osme wother dude were kicked off of this huge ship (like the ship my mom showed me we weree going on for a xruise when I was awake) and the one dude was holding on to him. Amer had his arms outstreteched at his sides. Then, the army came in and started pouring cement on the ship because it was some kind of threat. The cement started dropping don onto Amer and A. They were sturggling to rise to the surface, and were just staying in one spot. Then amer started thinking "green, light" and images of him flying around in a green suit(like those dudes who wear the green rings). Then he started screaming and turned into a powerful green dude, shooting out of the ocean and telling A to hold on to him.

-- In this part of the movie, there is Amer, some other powerful dude, who will be called B, and thor's girlfriend, who will be called Beat.
Beat was in the house, and she was geting beatup by an evilpowerful black dude. Amer and B couldn't get to her, they were stuck in my partents bedroom. Evil dude continued to beat her in my den, the one with the red couch. Beat started tryiing to talk, difficult with someone intermittently choking you, and Evil started mocking her.
"What are you gonna say?" -throws her across the couch- "That if I let you live, I can manipulate them?" -he laughs, as he obviously doesn't care about that- "That they'll never let me get away with it?" -he starts throwing her up into the air, then lets her drop.

When on the ground and able to talk, Beat says "I have valuable information."

Evil dude doesn't believe her, and starts beating on her again.
"You don't have to keem making sacrifices to bring HIM back"
Evil dude freezes. "What do we have to do?"
"He needs to feed, he needs new teeth"

The Evil dude leaves, and lets her live. "Have a nice day."

Beat then starts running, because she is afraid of what Amer and B will do now that they know that she has withheld information, and given it to an enemy.

It was a show about a house, or the house was real. But anyway, it was full of all kinds of creatures, including Daffy duck, who started out as the main focus. Instead of his usual personality, he was the sweetest character. Like usual, although my dream identified him as Daffy Duck, he didn't have the appearance of Daffy; instead, he looked like a blue bunny.
My view of events isn't first person, my vantage point looks is more like being a camera in the corner of the ceiling. I can see everything, but I'm not taking part in anything.
All of the doors were locked, but seeing someone outside, daffy unlocked them and let in what he thought was a 'friend'. As daffy is smiling and talking, the zombie gently takes his hand, then his arm, then suddenly bites half off it off and eats it. Daffy's face is one of horror. He can't move. The zombie eyes the wounded arm oddly, as if saying "why does he still have my arm (my food) attached to him?"

The zombie is attacked by all kinds of cartoons as he goes through the house, including a little blue thing with crab-hands and characters from Ed, Edd, and Eddy.

I was with one of my friend with brown hair. We were walking around on the sidewalk at one point, her in front of me with her head turned to look at me. She was teaching me three different things, and I feel like they had something to do with calmness.

I was crawling along the hardwood floor. It was a narrow pathway that passed many things on the side of the hallway: a curtained window like those at my grandma's house, a black metal helmet with long narrow spikes, purses, etc. This hallway was circular, and when you got close to where you started, there was a staircase. I knew She lived here. I saw the stairs, then hid behind the wall to them when I heard something. I looked back and saw my dad, who surprised me but didn't scare me because he wasn't Her. He had something in his hands he was fiddling with, and then he did something wrong. She knew about it, and her steps were like thunder coming down the stairs, not from her weight, but like actual thunder. I hid behind the wall again so i wouldn't see Her. I can't remember if mom hit him or not. Mom said it was raining, an he went to go open the door for to let in Her poofy west highland white terrier. Dad opened the door and started calling him. The dog said "never open a door in my house again" when he came in, and i saw the doggie door he could have entered through. Then they were at there pool, and a tall skinny black man was in water up to his chin, talking to mom about something dangerous that was coming, and she seemed to be taking him seriously.

I was in prison. Many people here were imprisoned at a time when being homo was illegal. In fact, i think we were all homo. We were separated by bars from this street. the street was under some kind of cave arch, and free people walked under it from time to time. Some flamboyant dude walked under, and a gay dude behind bars says "LUCKY YOU!", because even though the anti-gay law was no longer in effect, because we were tried when the law was in effect, we couldn't leave. Me and Shadae were in the part of the prison near a soccer game. Savanah (from work), who everyone knew was crazy, was coming down the hall dressed as a fairy. She was separated from us by bars, and would have to go a long way around to get to us. Shadae said "hey, come here!". "I can't!" savanah responded. "try!" said shadae. and then savanah bent the bars apart and walked over to us. then she came over, bent the bars near us, and walked in next to us. We could escape! We hesitated. Was this the right time? Would we just get caught? Then we saw the crowd of girls running from behind us, and we went out. I was alone. I could have gone in the direction of the city, or the trees, and I chose the trees. I was on my hands and knees (or feet, im not sure) running through a field full of dog or cow shit, getting closer and closer to the trees, wishing i was a werewolf.

I was driving with my mom in the passenger seat, and i was doing pretty well. we got on the highway, i was perfect. when we got off and she wanted to turn somewhere, i missed the turn. my view became that of a traffic helocopter. i crossed over three lanes and almost had a head-on collision.



It's almost like I change my mind during the course of the dream, but I'm not lucid. For example, when I see my dad, I kinda choose not to get scared an make my mom the scary one, kinda going against the stereotypical direction. When I'm actually crawling through the hallway, I think about how cool this place will be to describe later. When I'm running on hands an knees like a wolf through crap field, I start thinking how prison would be easier if I were a werewolf, almost like I'm thinking of ideas to improve my dreams with while still in the dream.

I was seeing a sepia image on this old TV. The words "preview of harry potter" were in my head for some reason. I saw these people dressed up like characters off Labrinth in a forest. Some were hanging from vines, one was close with her back to the camera. She was in a crouched pose and was screaming her head off. There was a fallen log far in front of the which the other carnival-type people were playing around.

The characters were the main character in the modern version of Carrie, the supreme and the daughter of the supreme off of American Horror Story Coven. Carrie and Fiona were chatting in the kitchen when the uptight daughter Cordelia comes in. The mood changes, and Carrie starts acting like the little girl she hasn't been since she became a vampire/witch. Cordelia asks them how they are doing, and Carrie replies in a high-pitch little girl voice "fine, I've only been dead for 20 years" and Cordelia, who isn't up to playing games, simply replies " good".

Harry Potter, aka me, and this family are on a strip of beach made narrow by a line of trucks parralel to the shore. The family wants to kill Harry, who they think is responsible for taking their daughter's life, but they all figure out it was the vampire Carrie. Carrie comes walking down the beach with no shoes on from a long way off. Harry starts power-walking away from the family, not wanting to get away, but also knowing that the vampire is much to fast for him to be able to. Carrie starts doing that vampire pop-up thing where they sprint so fast to one location it looks like they have teleported there. Her mouth is slightly open, she has this lazy killer expression going on. The family is going crazy, but they aren't traveling away. By the time she get there, E;m far away, and I see her killing them all.

Me and Ron were being stalked by this chick, who had now turned into the old gay vampire Russel Edington off of true blood. My view was of everyone in a building, and it was like looking down into a dollhouse with the roof cut off. In one room me and Ron were on a bed and had somehow rigged a shower-head. From my view, water was coming up towards me and over a wall. It hit Russel, who was in the hall, on the face.

Russel, who was Carrie again, was walking with his arms around each of us. We were terrified and trying to act like we were her friends. She turned to me and said "You know what, I forgive you." Then she went back to Ron and I thought she was going to say "I don't forgive you" and rip his head off {cuz I remembered that from the last time I had this dream} but she did him like she did me.

Carrie became Tyler Hooks, and most of us forgot she was Carrie. We were all auditioning for chorus for some reason. Ron left for some reason, and then Tyler left right after him.

I was walking with her in her current form of Tyler Hoods, and I knew she had killed Ron {I had this dream before, and I remembered from the last time I had it} but I was pretending I didin't and was saying things in an attempt to make him/her guilty, which didn't work. We were walking the halls of some school, and I wondered why I hadn't thought to leave when Tyler was leaving to go kill Ron.
I imagined finding Ron dead and imagined what would happen if he was alive. I imagined him coming out of a boat naked, smiling. I imagined Tyler later thinking about how to kill him again, and calling Ron only to hear Ron say "yeah, i don't remember anything", and Tyler re-considering....then probably choosing to kill him anyway. I imagined finding out Ron had been poisoned and the effects took a while to kill people, and Ron dying suddenly after we thought we were lucky. Then I imagined finding him dead in a lake.