redisreddish's mess of dreams is still messy

~Had one of those dreams that make you facepalm once you wake up. I was in a room with a waterbed, so I got on the bed and laid down, thinking maybe I could fall asleep and have a lucid dream. Didn't even RC. It felt amazing, though. I closed my eyes and imagined floating in the ocean, and it was the most relaxing, soothing feeling.

~I was in some kind of restaurant, looking at a display case full of all their desserts. One of the employees came up next to me and pointed at a chocolate bar in the case.

"If you eat that, you get a special prize," he said. I told him okay, and he took the chocolate out and handed it to me. After I took a bite he informed me that it was filled with hot sauce, mashed peppers, and ranch, but it tasted fine so I kept eating it. After I finished, another employee walked in with a HUGE piece of cheesecake.

"This is your prize," he told me, dropping it into a shopping cart that had suddenly showed up. Then he grabbed a doughnut from the display case. It was pink, with chocolate frosing. It looked yummy. He started to hand it to me, but then said, "Oh, wait. This has cotton in it--are you a Christian?" Apparently if you were a Christian you couldn't eat cotton. "Ah, nevermind. Just eat it." He gave me the doughnut but then the dream ended.

~Just a fragment, I was in a very dirty, flooded place with sad looking stuffed animals floating around.

~I was walking around in my yard when a very large, reddish-brown dog came up to me. He was probably about five foot three from the ground to his shoulder. "Hey, I want you to look in the newspaper for me," he said. I couldn't tell if he was nice but a bit creepy, or if he was about to eat my face off. I tried to walk away but he kept up with me, his nose touching my face.

"Yeah, I can look," I told him.

"Look in the newspaper for a dog." He licked my face and loped away. He was scary.

~In what looks like a castle courtyard. There are Pokeballs laying everywhere, and armored guards trying to chop my head off. I pick up every Pokeball I pass and open it. Pokemon pop out all over the place, attacking the guards, until finally all the guards are knocked out. Then I just pick up Pokeballs to see what's inside.

"No, no!" A little boy runs up, looking terrified. "Don't take that one!"

I look at the Pokeball I was about to pick up. "Why?"

"It's my Jigglypuff. I hid it here so they wouldn't steal it."

"Oh. Okay." I leave the Pokeball and continue walking.

~I'm running from a killer with Joe Pesci and Marisa Tomei. We're hiding out in a random house, talking about how we think we lost him. I see a white van pull in the driveway.

"Oh no, I think that's him," I say, pointing at the van. Joe and Marisa drop to the floor like they're expecting gunfire, but I figure the killer is just going to walk in, so I run upstairs. Somehow I just end up downstairs again, though. The killer is in the house and "he" is actually Elizabeth Gilles. She raises a gun and points it at Joe.

"It's time to stop running," she smiles.

Joe rolls his eyes. "Ah, screw it," he says, raising his hands in defeat. Elizabeth shoots him four times and he drops to the floor. Marisa has completely lost it and is screaming her head off in the corner. Elizabeth shoots her, too. I run into a different room. The house is now flooded with several feet of water. I dive under and pretend to be dead so Elizabeth doesn't shoot me. Eventually she catches me coming up for air.

"Hm..." she says, running a finger along the barrel of the gun. I wait for her to hold it up and kill me, but she doesn't. Instead, she puts it away and tells me to go get her some cookies. I hurriedly run to find a pantry or some other place where there would be cookies, and find my friend Gabi moving around containers in a fridge. I run up to her and we're both terrified, wondering when we're going to die.

~I'm exploring some sort of huge abandoned house that also resembles a shipwreck. A man in a tan trenchcoat walks in and offers to give me a tour, but I decline, saying I already know where everything is.

Pretty much a lucid fail. I walked through a door and it led to a beach covered with pedastals. On each pedastal was a plate of fish and some french fries... But each plate of food was cooked in a different way. I was wondering why on earth I was dreaming of that when my friend Gabi came in and told me I needed to wake up. I did.

Dreamed I was at school, walking down the sidewalk between the middle school and high school. I tripped and dropped all my stuff as the group of 'popular' guys was going by. They laughed and one of them, Hunter, stepped on my notebook. I tried to pull it out from under his foot and a few pages ripped out. He started saying something stupid but I ignored him like usual and walked away.

When I got to class, all the seats were filled but one... right next to Hunter. I sat down and looked at the book in front of me. Everyone else had some type of actual textbook, but the subjects were all different. I had a really ripped up copy of what appeared to be a manga adaption of Die Hard With a Vengeance. A note inside the front cover said to find and highlight ten stick figures in the book. I started to, but Hunter kept 'accidentally' pushing my arm so the highlighter would leave a big line across the whole page.

"Oops, my arm slipped," he said after about the third time. I got really ticked off and took a dark blue marker. I waited until he wasn't paying attention and then whipped my hand out and left a blue streak across his face. He looked really surprised and then tried to grab the marker out of my hand. We fought over it for a minute or two, getting marker everywhere, before I just bit his hand. He let go and ran out of the room.

Just remembered this dream, which I had a few nights ago.

I was sitting on a bed in someone's room, listening to their mom go on and on about some pet duck that had flown away recently. She pulled out a little yellow book and started reading a poem that her daughter had apparently written about the incident. Partway through, a boy who I knew was her son walked in. He had short black hair and was dressed all in black, with a kind of annoyed expression on his face. After his mom "finished" the poem (there was still a bit left on another page, but she didn't seem to notice), she stood up.

"Dinner will be ready soon," she said, and went downstairs.

"Get out," the boy told me as soon as she was gone. I was about to do just that, but three dogs ran in at that moment. They were all wolf-ish, with dark fur in shades of black, brown, and gray. I reached my hand out slowly towards one of them. It growled at first, but I persisted and eventually it sniffed my hand cautiously and let me pet it. The other two immediately started trying to get me to pet them instead. When I looked up at the boy again, he seemed a little surprised.

"I love dogs," I said, and continued to say something along the lines of how dogs were intelligent and loyal and frequently better than humans and such.

They boy smiled. Somehow I could tell that he didn't associate with people much, that the dogs were his only friends and family. The fact that they liked me convinced him that I was an okay person.

"Dinner!" his mom shouted from downstairs. The dogs' moods instantly appeared to plummet at the sound of the woman's voice. They slinked out the door and the boy led me downstairs after them. I don't remember going through any of the house, but we ended up in a garage, where his mother was sitting in a red convertible. Apparently "dinner is ready" meant "time to go get dinner." He didn't get in the car, though. His mom started yelling at him, stuff like 'hurry up' and 'the food's going to get cold while you mess around' and 'why can't you ever do as you're told.'

The boy just stared at her. After about ten seconds, he said, "Follow me." We left the garage, and again, I don't remember anything in between, but then we were out behind my school. All the normal baseball and football fields from real life were there, but rearranged.

"Can I show you something?" the boy asked.

"Of course," I said. He took my hand and we started running towards a forest that wasn't there in real life. Once we entered the trees, I looked at him. The only way I can really explain how he looked is like when Howl turns into the bird thingy in Howl's Moving Castle, only like a wolf instead of a bird. So if you've seen that movie, you know what I'm talking about. He still stood on two legs and had a humanish figure, but he was covered in black fur (except his face) and had paws and other wolf features. We ran deeper into the forest. The boy's dogs and a few wolves ran with us as it started getting dark. Eventually we stopped in a tiny clearing, where the boy--back to human form--lit a fire. We sat around it, along with the dogs and wolves, and I asked the boy if we could stay in the forest.

He laughed. "Definitely."

One of the wolves began howling, and the others joined in. The boy and I howled as well. Then I was looking at the scene from above, and I could see the sound floating up through the trees. It was a dark, pastel shade of blue that sparkled and drifted up like a cloud of smoke.

Then I woke up.

On Christmas, I had a dream that I got an owl. It was a beautiful owl, with dark brown feathers speckled with black, and the little tufty feathers that look like horns. But he could talk. He was perched on my arm, and I mentioned something about giving him a name.

"My name is Metal Claws," he told me loudly.

"Metal Claws?" I asked. "Um... Okay, that's an idea... What about--"

"My name is METAL CLAWS." He stuck one of his feet in my face to emphasize. It was indeed covered in some kind of silver armor.

"Okay, okay. Metal Claws." We got along well after that, and I felt pretty freakin' cool walking around with an owl on my arm. Funny thing, after I woke up and all the family had gathered at the house, I opened one of my presents and it was a hat that looked like an owl. Same color and everything. It was all knitted and soft and had little fluff balls on the ear flaps, but I named it Metal Claws, regardless.

Then an odd dream about Taylor Swift coming to my school to audition people for a musical. She put on random songs and listened to everyone sing... I didn't know any of the songs.

No school, no school, yay. I had two lucids, but both were pretty pathetic--one spiraled out of control and I woke up as soon as the other started. Don't have them or any other dreams with me now and I won't be able to get on until next week, I think. So.... yes.

I don't know exactly how this one started, but I think it was with a little boy stealing something from a house and running away with it. It was some kind of small metal box with orange corners, and when he opened it a swarm of... pixels came out? That's what they looked like--thousands and thousands of little silver pixels. They started destroying everything in sight. It was like they consumed the space itself, leaving a black void. The boy ran away and the pixels went on eating up the landscape.

Then the scene switched to me, my mom, and my two little sisters in the middle of a big city. Some of the buildings were already half gone. People were running everywhere, but most of them weren't fast enough to get away from the swarm of little squares and they were also consumed. Apparently there were some places scattered around the city where the pixels couldn't go, however, so everyone was trying to find those safe havens to hide in. Somehow I knew where one was. We headed out through the streets, avoiding the pixel swarms and looking for a sewer grate, which I knew would lead to one of the safe places. We found one and I jumped down into it. It looked more like a dungeon than a sewer inside.

"Stay here, I'll find the way," I told my mom and sisters. They hid in a little recess in one of the stone walls and I set off to find a pixel-free area. But they were destroying things down there, too, so sometimes I had to take detours to avoid getting killed. Eventually I found the safe place, a classroom sitting there in the middle of a tunnel. An old professor man was inside, talking to others who had found their way there. Next to the classroom was a ladder that led up to a trap door. That opened up to the inside of a Wal-Mart. Most of it had been eaten up by the pixels, but a small area around the trap door was untouched.

I had found the safe place, but now I had to get back to my my mom and sisters, and then remember the way back to here again. Easier said than done. After wandering around for a few minutes I found them, but I had no idea how to get back. So we wandered around together. My little sisters wouldn't be quiet, so we had to stop frequently to shush them. Finally the classroom came into sight. But as we ran towards it, a swarm of the pixels came up behind us. It was close, but we made it. I spent the rest of the dream helping people from the Wal-Mart get to the room.

I had no access to the internet for about three weeks, but I did record quite a few dreams. However, my handwriting isn't exactly what you'd call 'legible' when I write as soon as I wake up, and some things I wrote are just notes that make no sense to me now. So, here it is, word for word from what I have written down, and I'll add anything else I remember in parenthases.

~Voldmort says, "Don't fall asleep or I kill Ginny."

~I show someone my (drum? trom...bone? I can't read it) because I can't for the life of me remember who Bob Marley is.

~The Confederates come back and want to use our house to rest. (I remember being disappointed that Jasper Hale wasn't there, and briefly thinking that there was an amendment that said soilders couldn't stay in our house.)

~I get a pug, and have a German Shepard.

~In church, we get an assignment to be a computer. I work with J.R.

~Supposed to be getting married... can't do it.

~In the trashy back-alley part of a city I find my Chinese friend yay.

~What a dashing young lad: Mama's friend in a hooded cloak.

~Teacher says something about taking Jasper and Emmett home. We have to butter a biscuit to leave; even though mine isn't in complete sentences I can go.

~Someone does ballet in the middle of the road.

~The bus driver says it sounds like a ninja food fight. (???)

And then two dreams that I wrote in more detail: ~Playing a Tarzan game. Aliens come into it eventually, and that morphs it into a whole new game. When I stop playing, I'm in an unfamiliar house. Out one door, there are a bunch of dogs, so I go out to pet them. They start trying to come into the house. I shut the door and see that a waddly little bulldog got in, so I decide to take him to the pet store. Don't remember how I got there, but somewhere along the line I became lucid. The dog wanted to eat a candle so I started picking ones off a shelf and seeing if he liked them. As I held out a brown one swirled with red and green (cinnamon candy, I think it was called), my mom walked up and asked what I was doing. (just realized I changed tenses there... oh well.)
"It's a dream, so he's eating candles," I told her.
"What?"
"This is a dream."
She starts freaking out. "Wha... Thi... Are you serious!?"
"Yeah. Calm down. Control your breathing and touch the stuff on the shelves."
She makes an effort to stop hyperventilating and runs her hand across a shelf filled with bottles of shampoo. "It feels so real," she says in amazement, taking one bottle and holding to her ear like a phone. A loud voice starts coming from it.
I smile. Suddenly a bell rings at the counter so I go up to see what the person wants. He's a vampire. I can't remember what he asked for, but regardless, he just yanked me over the counter and bit my neck. I only felt little pinpricks of pain, and when he let me go I just lost lucidity and followed him out of the store. () I ended up walking down and road and seeing kids play under a little bridge.

~In school, a zombie apocalypse is in progress. I'm roaming around with a group of random people. The hallways are spattered with blood, and every so often a few zombies will come around a corner. The people I'm with bash them with blunt objects. As we pass the doors leading to the second floor, a white and tan Siberian Husky rockets past us and skids to a stop in front of the stairs, sniffs the air, and barks loudly. A man in a trenchcoat and fedora walks up and pats the dog on the head.
"Dog knows where it's safe," he says to us, already heading up the stairs. We follow them to a small, dark, round room that's empty apart from a few music stands and an armchair. Several minutes pass peacefully, then I realize that no zombie situation can ever be peaceful for long. Just as I'm about to suggest moving to a different area, the husky starts barking. Everyone in the room rushes to look down the stairs, where a large group of zombies is slowly making its way up to us. We all grab music stands and prepare to fight.
I wake up, a little relieved to not have to see how that ends.

I was just reading through my old DJ... My recall was so much better. And I was friends with a lot more people. I guess that's my fault, though, for not posting for a long time and falling out of contact with everyone. I'll just have to start again.

~So, fragment from last night. A school bus was tipped over in my yard. Apparently it was some kind of test for the bus's emergency systems.

~I was in some kind of medieval looking school, similar to Hogwarts. I didn't know where the heck anything was, so someone directed me to a stage, where auditions for something were taking place. I got in line to audition, but they ended a few minutes before I got a chance. Following the crowd of people to a dining area, I saw what looked like Princess Celestia from My Little Pony as a human. For some reason I wanted to get her attention. She was facing away from me, so I looked around and saw some pokeballs lying on the floor. I picked one up and threw it at her head. She turned around, ran into the center of the room, and loudly announced that whoever had thrown that at her would be banished to the moon. I slid the other pokeballs towards the person standing next to me.

~In a large auditorium full of people, I was standing behind a table with a ukulele on it. Apparently I was supposed to be performing something. I saw a few of my friends over on one side of the room, so I walked over to them and they told me I had so sing, "Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles and play the ukulele. I didn't know all the lyrics so I asked one of my friends if he did. He gave me some random lines that sounded perfectly right at the time. (After I woke up I realized they had been more like the lyrics to "Saturday in the Park" by Chicago.) Regardless, I just went into the audience to sit by my family. My grandma said something about how it was getting late, and the dream ended.

~Fragment; walking around a store and I found an aisle full of soapy type things. I opened a bottle of lotion and it smelled like sugar cookies.

I saw the new Puss In Boots movie a few days ago. It was good. And also the basis of my entire dream the next night. It just consisted of scenes from the movie.

~After that there was a rather confusing dream where I think I was a cat... I was a secret agent and had a bunch of kittens diffuse a bomb for me while I used some kind of mini-laptop to track a criminal.

~And after that, I was human and walking around Mackinac Island. I went into a store that sold a few things, but the one I remember most clearly was raw gemstones. There might have also been some incense and glass figurines, and the lady who owned the store warned me about buying a certain item.

~Next night. My class was on a field trip somewhere. There was some playground equipment by the parking lot our bus was parked in, and a restaurant across the street. The Oscar Mayer Weinermobile was at the drive-thru.

Just behin the parking lot, there was a big pond surrounded by boulders. My dog was walking around on the boulders, and they kept falling out from under her, so I would freak out because I thought she was drowning. Eventually I got her away from the pond. I went back to the parking lot and down the road a little ways, I could see a glass building with fake cows all over the roof.

~Last night. I remember getting a test back from a teacher and having every question marked wrong.

~I was riding in a car with my friend Gabi. She swerved to avoid an oncoming semi, and the car went into the ditch and flipped over.

~A tree was growing in a little boxed-in area filled with water. I was hopping around on the tree roots. I think it was in some kind of hotel.

Narrrrrrrg. I slept for a decent amount of time last night, but I still can't remember anything. My recall deteriorated over that month or so where I didn't really try to record any dreams. Now I have to get back in the habit. Yay, let's be determined.

Got even less sleep than last night, but I know I had at least one dream. It was nagging at the back of my mind all day. Tonight will be my last night with internet access for about a week, though, so I should be back on a regular schedule.

I stayed up a bit late last night... Just a bit. Got very little sleep, don't remember any dreams. But I do remember one from a week or two ago about a cyclops throwing ninja stars at me. We later had a deep discussion and he decided to turn his life around and stop killing people. What a charming guy.

$&%*!!!??? It's been a month since my last entry! That makes me feel bad... I need to stay up to date on this.

~So there are a few dreams I remember, or at least fragments. There were some vampire pigs in the back of a truck, a big hidden room in the top of my school, and one where I became friends with the phantom of the opera and he ended up being a nice guy.

~Last night's dream: I was in a large, odd building. Everything inside was just kind of fantastical, all strangely shaped and kind of difficult to describe. There were several round tables in the room I was in, and a few people were seated at each one. Some type of meeting was going to happen. Then a man appeared towards the front of the room. He had red hair a little longer than shoulder length, and wore a fedora-type hat tilted down to cover the top half of his face. All you could see was a nose and mischievous grin. He had a cape/cloak/whatever you want to call it, and old style clothes: a button up jacket with coattails, neck ruffle, kind of pointed shoes. It was all black, except for the stripe around his hat, which was purple. He had a red rose in one hand. (I tried to draw a picture of him, but everyone said it looked like a pimp... )
This fellow bounded across the room and proceeded to make a woman vanish with just a wave of his arm. Then he had a few doves fly out of his sleeve, and the single rose turned into a boquet. Having caught everyone's attention, he told us to go to the elevator. It was a big round platform connected to a curved wall. We all stepped on, Mr. Magician tipping his hat to me as he passed (squee ), and the platform began to rise. When it stopped, everyone had to grab a ledge that was a little over five and a half feet up and pull themselves to the second floor. Why the elevator couldn't just go up a bit more, I don't know. But I was too short to reach the ledge, so I stood there dejectedly, and then woke up.

~~~~I am making a solemn vow to write in a notebook DJ every morning and whenever I wake up at night, and to try my hardest to get on DV at least once a week, hopefully twice. Hold me to this, people.