lucid

I had this dream Dec 20 2010. I had trouble sleeping- didn't feel like I got enough rest

M and I are at an Indian restaurant that just opened. They aren't serving food, just drinks. I order a mango tea. It looks good. I wait and wait. Other people get their drinks and I'm still waiting. I go around back and ask where my order is. They tell me I never ordered. I show them my receipt. They run my card again. I don't get my tea.

I am driving M's car for some reason. I am driving and the road is going by really quickly. I feel like I'm going to run into something. I try to turn, but the rear fender scrapes a wall. I get out of the car to look at the damage. M is really mad and starts to yell at me. We pull into a parking garage and he is inspecting his car. He is mad and I slink into the darkness. While there, I see homeless people in the stairwell. I get nervous and try to run back to M, but I am suddenly in a different part of the garage and he isn't there. I start running through the stairwell, trying to get away, and there are homeless people all throughout the building. There is a younger girl and boy that are cramped in a particularly tiny portion of the stairs. I run by them, but then I stop because the boy looks sick. They are maybe 16-17 years old. The boy is pale and he looks sick. They both have brown hair and eyes. I ask the girl whats wrong. She glares at me and won't answer. I tell her that this boy needs help- he is sick. I then begin to fear that I've contaminated myself. I get a bright, green syringe and I tell the boy to take the medicine. I am self-aware that in the dream, I am a doctor and I think to myself I am resembling Dr. Scarpetta (a fictional book character. The boy starts to choke on something and spits out crumbly, white looking material. I feel sick to my stomach. I tell him to take the medicine I gave him.

Had this dream on Dec. 15. Slept better than normal- still woke up every hour

I remember walking through a wooded area. I am walking beside the street. There are redwoods. The sun is shining. It must be spring or summer. There is no real traffic, just walking tourists. I see a horse up ahead, running down the road. She is running toward us. A sorrel mare with a white blaze and socks. I jump out in front of her to catch her and she immedaitely turns her heels and kicks at me. I realize I have no rope and try to find one as she gallops back up the road. Other people start to try to catch her, and suddenly other horses are on the road loose. People start to catch them and then other women riding horses show up and try to help. I am still trying to catch that sorrel mare, trying to loop a lead rope I found around her neck. For some reason, I can't seem to make the rope go in a loop though, its like I am sluggish and can't operate normally. I then notice a younger girl, maybe 16, is riding the sorrel mare I've been trying to catch. I give up and drop my lead rope. I walk into a nearby restaurant and walk to find an empty table. There is a man there, my age, and he is looking at me. He tells me he knows I have to go. He is awkwardly watching me as I acknowledge I do have to go home. He reaches forward to hug me, and I awkwardly pat him. He then kisses my cheek, telling me he knows he shouldn't. I just irritably nod and walk off.

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I am in a coastal, southern city. I am in a well-decorated, expensive looking smaller house. My fiance is there. We are getting ready for work. I realize its quite late in the morning, but I am struck by him and want to just stay home and spend time together. He keeps pushing me off, telling me we're late. I know we are. I think about making a pot of coffee. Its a red coffee maker. It is a weird coffee maker- one I've never used before. There is already water in it, and in the pot. I pour the water from the pot out. I try to load some coffee grounds in a filter, but they spill all over. I give up.

For some reason, my fiance is going to ride to work with my parents. They're going to ride bicycles. They show up at our door and I am unhappy that they appeared when I am trying to spend quality time with my fiance. My dad gets on a tandem bike with my fiance and they ride off. I realize I have to leave too because I'm going to be late.

I consider this lucid, because I kept thinking about how I needed to make a pot of coffee when I woke up

I had this dream on Dec. 14

I was at an outside event. There were quite a lot of people seated on chairs in a grassy area and they were watching a man on a stage. There was a boy, my age, that was supposed to be performing, but he didn't want to and he was walking away as I was passing by. I started to talk to him.

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I was in an outside mall area. I was going into a restaurant with an ex. For some reason, I was meeting him for lunch. As we were sitting at the table, he became very rude to our waiter and I remembered why I had separated from him. I got up, told him I was leaving, and then walked outside. I realized since I'd ridden here with him, I didn't have a car. I thought of calling my fiance, but knew it would be difficult to explain why I was here. I wasn't entirely sure myself. I thought of calling my parents to come get me, but I didn't want to have to beg. I then thought maybe I could ride the bus. As I was walking around the mall area to the parking area, I saw rental cars parked and taxis. I intended to go rent a car, just for the 10 minute drive home. As I was looking at the selection, I noticed my ex was walking toward me. He didn't look happy. There were other men with him. As they walked up, he started to harass me. I tried to get away, but he grabbed me and started to beat me. I remember throwing punches back in defense, even trying to snap his neck. His friends pulled me off, started to beat me too. People that were watching, saw me getting beaten to death, came in, tried to help. I remember crawling away, tears streaming down my face with blood, my face puffy, trying to call my fiance. He answered and I asked if he could pick me up. He asked what was wrong and I told him just to get me- I blacked out then.

I came to and I was laying on the asphalt in the parking lot, my fiance having just arrived. There was a mirror or something reflective in front of me and both of my eyes were almost swollen shut, were black, my lip busted and my face distorted and bloody. I started crying and I just held my fiance. I then saw my ex and his friends. They were carrying AK-47's. I panicked as they were walking toward me. They opened fire on the crowd and my fiance took off to go fight. I crawled under a car, barely breathing, watching the men walk past me. Other people started trying to hide beside me and drew attention to us. The men with guns started shooting in our direction. My fiance leapt under the car just as a grenade was thrown our way. He threw it back out just before it blew up, taking a man's face with it. I was shuddering and as I turned to look at my fiance, I saw what looked like a laser appear on his chest. I saw blood pouring out and I began to shriek in horror. I was screaming "Please don't leave me, please don't go" as he held my hand, his eyes glassy. He collapsed beside me and I started to sob. I looked at a man next to me with a gun and somehow, he was my fiance, only he wasn't. The man that had just died wasn't my fiance, the man beside me was. It was very confusing. I clung to the other man, telling him it would be okay and he was giving me weird glances.

Dream on Dec. 8, 2010. I only remember bits and pieces

I was on a journey with other people. We were in a plane, but it was not a normal plane, it was more like a platform that flew without any obvious means of propulsion. Below us was the sea, or perhaps a large lake, and very green hills that protruded from the dark water. On some of the larger land masses, there were picture perfect cottages, easter egg colors with white framing. Willows and other dainty trees grew as well as abundant gardens with roses and tulips. We landed, the platform becoming a deck. There was a marina, and passengers started getting off, moving to various boats. There were large boats, with engines, but I got in a group where there was only a small fishing boat with oars. I tried getting in, but each time I stepped in the boat, it would start sinking. Everyone else but myself and a stranger had left and we were trying to find a way to get in the boat without it sinking. Finally, a little fishing boat with an enginge appeared. It was being directed by a former colleague of mine, Will, from the SPCA. He irritably told us to get in, and the other few people in the boat moved over so we could clamber aboard. There was water in the bottom of the boat and I was concerned we would sink. However, we made it to the other dock, which was attached to vibrant green grass. There was a dirt walkway with granules of sand and rock and a wooden border. We walked up to a large, stucco covered building with a wooden awning with trellises that grew ivys. We walked inside, and I saw another former colleague, Brandon. Everyone was dressed in suits, it was a speech tournament. I remember looking at him and thinking I was going to tell him "Brandon, I had a dream about you!" Ironically enough, I was dreaming about him. Everyone was chattering, waiting for another round to start. I remember feeling as if I were invisible, wandering through this large hall, which seemed to be composed of only hallways. The floor looked like marble and there was old furniture. The hall seemed like it was being remodeled, there was large sheets of plastic sectioning off rooms.

Then I woke up

I was standing in an older structure, indoors I think, and there was a fish tank, about 20 gallons. There were dark rocks at the bottom and lots of dark plants. There were two fish. A red fish with white stripes and a black fish with smaller, yellowed-white stripes. They were swimming and I was talking to them, but I can't remember what I was saying.

Suddenly, another, smaller tank appeared. The fish were suddenly in this 2nd tank but the water was VERY low. They were struggling against the plants and rocks at the bottom of the tank. I ran to an outside faucet on the wall and filled up a plastic, fast-food cup with water. I poured it into the tank, but when I did so, it overfilled the tank (even though it was at least a 15 gallon tank). The fish were floating at the top of the tank and almost slipped out. I dipped the cup into the water and took out a cup full and poured it into the 1st tank, which suddenly was empty and the red fish was in there. The water was suddenly carbonated and was fizzing and the fish was squirming uncomfortably. I ran the faucet again and filled up the cup and poured it into the tank and the fish was ok. Both tanks had enough water and I just left it.

At certain points, I was a fish and was in the water too, but otherwise I was a human watching the tanks.

Suddenly, I was walking along a sandy path beside a fenced area. The fence had wooden posts and three wooden slats with wire covering them. I was on the outside walking with a stranger, who sometimes was my fiance but other times was an older man or woman.

We were walking to look at some rare species. The fence was lined with eucalyptus trees, and it was extremely hot and beyond the trees was dead grass over rolling hills that went on for miles, but in my mind, the hills dipped down and there could have been a mountain or some barrier not too far off.

We got down to the end of the fenced area, where a fence ran the width of the area and another 'pasture' began on the other side. There was a gate here on the closer side. Inside, were about 10 six-legged half insect/half goat creatures. They had a brown, exoskeleton and they were trying to push over sapplings to get in the shade. I remember pulling out some sapplings and throwing it over the fence to them for shade. They had insect like heads and four legs which they stood on and then two front 'arms' that had pinscers at the end like a praying mantis.

The other person, a stranger, was telling me about how rare they were and how they were trying to revive the species. I was very disturbed by the little creatures.

We continued to walk and in the other field, which had less trees in it, was what looked like a man. He was barely clothed, but I didn't notice that. He was maybe 30, VERY skinny, and had stringy, oily, yellowish hair shoulder length. He had PALE skin, so very white, but blotched with dirt and sand, and his eyes were puffy and red. His eyes were yellow and his eyelids and cheeks were brilliantly red in contrast to his skin. Even the whites of his eyes were reddened.

I noticed I was now inside the fence, although not sure how, and that he was glaring at us. The stranger told me to stay away, he was dangerous, but then we noticed one of the six-legged creatures (we'll call it insectus) was in the field 'grazing' in the corner. The stranger was alarmed, and the humanoid (we'll call them Karjas) noticed the creature too.

The stranger tried to shoo the insectus out of the gate (there was a green, metal pipe gate suddenly) but I turned and noticed a 'pack' of Karjas running our way from across the field. I somehow 'knew' that the Karjas and Insectus were 'at war' and that they were disgusted that an insectus was in their field.

I turned and started running, but I was sluggish and barely leapt through a slat in the green gate before they enveloped the insectus.

I 'awoke' and time had passed. Lots of time. I 'knew' the Insectus race had been killed off and the Karjas had taken over. The fences were down and there were 'structures' what looked to be really tall, lopsided wooden house-like dwellings, where the eucalyptus trees had been. The Karjas had grown in size and there were hundreds of them. They were not tall white, some were black, but an ashen black, with greyed short hair. There were also olive skinned ones that looked the most human. These were usually children. They were clearly not human, due to their skin and their red eyes. They wore neutral colored, tattered clothing and were 'migrating' it appeared, toward the currently uninhabited dwellings.

I was suddenly in a 'secure' area about two hundred feet away, with real humans in a group, and the Stranger was talking to a group of Karja women seated on benches. The women were wearing office attire, suits or slacks, and all appeared human. The stranger was saying that these Karjas had been living amongst humans, working with them and living with them, to study us. These would be 'spared', the stranger indicated.

I was sitting with the Karjas on the benches (made of earth at the time) with grass on them, and there were three rows. On either side the wooden fence appeared again, forming an aisleway, but there was no wire, just one single wooden rail that was made of what appeared to be natural, thick (1-2 inch) branches, not manufactured wood.

Suddenly, there was dust and beyond the benches the aisleway was sandy and Karjas were bursting through the fence onto the aisleway and then beyond into the new fences area. However, on the other side of the aiselway the open space extended only a few feet where there was a very TALL, impassable fence bordered by thick, tall, dried brush that looked like sugar cane almost.

I watched the Karja's race across the aisleway into the new area and 'understood' that it was a game of sorts. They were being willed to make it to the new area, like a challenge. I watched the Karjas run through the fence on the second side. They didn't stop or bend for the one rail. They just ran through it like it wasn't there. I suddenly realized it was some sort of forcefield because the Karjas were stuck on the other side and couldn't pass back into the aisleway. For now, there were only young Karjas running through, about 12-15 years of age. Although, I saw other Karja, older and younger, coming from the fields.

The atmosphere became more urgent as Karja realized they were trapped. A tall, viewing tower appeared where a real human watched the Karja being confined. I saw a younger boy, maybe 8 or 9, sitting in the sandy aisleway. He was laughing but distressed, and he appeared blind. His eyes were glassy and grey, with no pupil. He had large teeth. He was playing in the sand and he was indicating he needed help to cross. I knew that they were being confined, and I sat and couldn't help him be enslaved. He had dark hair and ashy, olive skin, and appeared to be a younger, more human-looking Karja.

I was back with the Karja, assimiliated women on the benches. A little time had passed, because the Karja were now all standing on the other side of the fence, in the field again, but they were all wearing chestnut colored, leather harnesses on their chests. We somehow could control them. They were silent and stood in order. Younger men, maybe 20 or 30, stood in front and their skin looked more normal and their hair was brown. But their eyes were still red.

The stranger was there, and indicated we had enslaved the 'zombies'. They weren't really zombies, but they appeared to be not-living, it was true.

The assimilated Karja women were sitting and were sharing their 'experience' as humans. I was seated at the end of the benches, away from the stranger, and I noticed that there were women Karja that weren't wearing the leather harnesses. Their heads were shaved, and their eyes were darker and more human, but they looked old. One black woman sat beside me, and her head was shaved but very short, ashy grey hair was growing. Her skin was very ashen colored, almost a milky grey, not black.

She was sitting in an olive green, canvas material shirt and beige pants of the same material. She had no shoes. A young girl, maybe 17, was sitting on the middle bench. She was talking to the older, black Karja. She was wearing a pink tank top and her hair was brown. She looked very tired. She was irritable. She was telling us how the humans had been asking her about men she wanted. About how they had given her a home to live in and were selected mates for her to reproduce with to create a superior race. She said it was 'chaos'. She was very upset, because she wasn't free, but because she was the most human looking Karja, she was being used to breed. The men were being used for labor and the women who could reproduce were bred with human men. But the humans tried to make it seem comfortable by trying to get their 'type' of man and making the home comfortable.

I woke up then, thinking how utterly horrifying it was we were breeding these creatures.

(DREAM ON 8.17.10)