Thread: It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery...My Dream Journal.

-I was at All-State, and the clinic was being held in a very large building. I was running to get to my rehearsal hall, knowing how bad it would be if I was late. Well, I arrived at the rehearsal hall late, and they had locked the doors, and would not unlock them until break. I was frustrated, and scared that my band director would kill me (exaggeration btw ). So, lunch break was almost over, and I was outside of the building. I knew that I had to hurry and try and get into the rehearsal hall before they closed again. So, I was starting to run back, but was stopped by the sight of this pastry type shop. I looked at what they had. I knew I didn't have a lot of time, but I figured I had enough. I decided I would buy a cookie, and saw that if I paid ten bucks I got a lot more then if I just paid like five. So, I gave the girl ten bucks, and did not get the cookies, supposed to be a hundred. I was angry, and knew that this had happened before. Instead of cookies, I got this sheet of paper with writing on it. Annoyed, I ran back to the clinic, but found the rehearsal hall closed again.
Now I was lost inside the building where the clinic was held. I ran through the rooms, going in the elevator and trying to find the room, though I had no success.


In this dream, and continuing on into the day I had this extremely strong sense of deja vu. I just knew that I had had a dream similar to this before. Now that it's relativly late into the day, I've lost the feeling of deja vu, but this morning I could've sworn that I've had an extremely similar dream! The cookie mishap...it's just-I don't know how to explain-but it's just happened before!
But, that is what deja vu is; the feeling that something has happened before-when it hasn't.

- I was on the run...kind of. Anyway, we had met this family, who had like five/or so children, all teen boys. I was sitting on top of a chain link fence, we were on one side, they were on the other. I had planned on climbing over, but something had changed. There was one teen boy who was my age, and cute. I was perched on top of the fence, and had to get down on the other side. I knew that I could do it, but even so I asked him for help, claiming that I was leaning too far on his side, and couldn't pull myself up. He was suspicious, but came over, helping me get down.

-I was in a mall, with I think my mother and aunt. I was looking at a make up display. There was this little earphone things that when you opened them had makeup and it was hard to get it all straight.

-I was holding this wooden bat, and was with some people. We were talking about how far the bat could hit, and it wasn't very far.

-I was driving back home. It started out normal, with normal roads and everything. Then, all of the sudden, it turned into a highway, and I was going really fast and in the wrong lane. I had to exit then loop back on.

-We were in France, at a hotel/restaurant. I was ordering a quesadilla. I was looking at all the meat they had on there, and picking some out. I said I wanted la salade, and he told me that if I was talking about lettuce on the quesadilla, it was des salade because la salade would get me a separate salad. I was also asking how to say cucumber...I wanted cucumber on my quesadilla...O_O

-I was with my friends, and we were driving back to our hotel. I called someone to ask how hard the big sports center had been hit. We both knew that it hadn't, but for some reason we both were pretending it had. He said something to the effect that it wasn't too bad. We got to the hotel, and Brittany and I had the room on the top floor. The staircase was wooden, white, and spiral. There was a lot of mail for us, mostly being letters from the government, saying that we had to go to school, which we ignored since we weren't at home.

I'm too lazy to type up my dreams right now, so I'll just write the notes I scrambled down this morning...

-China, circus flag line, chairs moved, animals petted, the horses were gonna die, I got out cell phone.

Hm, I guess I'll elaborate..

I was in China, at this circus type thing. This flag line was performing and they were awesome. I was able to pet some exotic animals, but then they had to go and preform. I got a little card, me and my friend (some Chinese-looking girl) did, and it said that type 2 would be performing and type 2 was where they let the animals attack the horses the performs normally travel on in the ring.

-I was leaving for a band practice/thing so I walked out to see if my mother was ready. There were two of here. One was sitting at the table and one was standing. I'm sitting there, scared to death. My mom, the one standing up, was like 'what, I'm not allowed to multitask?'. I was like, no, you don't understand, this is one of my worst fears. I closed my eyes. I told myself that it was just a dream, and I knew it was. Even though I knew I was dreaming, and I tried to concentrate on some peaceful place to be, I couldn't change my surroundings.

So I guess that was a LD, or at least close to one.

-I was at band practice, but had left my clarinet at home, and was starting to freak out. I went to a new sophomore, and asked if he knew anyone that wasn't there so I could use their clarinet. He did, and quickly got me a clarinet. It was weird, and had an-oboe like mouthpiece. And then, after all my worrying, the band director didn't show up.

-I was playing Aragorn, and it was towards the end of his life. He was dying, and was chronicling the end of his life. There was trees with white blossoms, and he wanted to see his wife one last time before he died.

-I was in a foreign town with two friends. We were there to help someone. We found the problem, a little girl who was the head of this group. Some time passed. I looked around, and realized that my two friends had disappeared. I started to freak out. Without them, I was terrified of running into someone and having to fight, fearing that I would lose. I called out for them, and called out for help, but got nothing but odd looks. I was looking at a display case for a woman's clothing store when I was approached by a girl I knew, who had connections. She told me that /they/ had taken my friends, but she knew how to get me to them. She took me to where they were, as they were captured by the group. There was the leader and some other guy. They eventually let my friends go, until it was just me. The leader was taking her time in coming over, and the guy was watching my every move, so I didn't do anything. The leader and the guy started talking, and I found out that the guy watched Quantum Leap. xD

-It was me and my friend. We were at some place, it was by the sea, and a couple hundred of years ago. Everyone saw us as these two girls, perhaps royalty of sorts. We were there to help this guy, who was a prince or something like that. Once when I was there alone I saw blood on the ground, and overheard people saying that the blood was a sign that he was suicidial. I was with my friend, though different setting, and was trying to tell her without giving anything away to the rest of the people who were there.
Think Quantum Leap.

Haha, I guess I've been watching too many Quantum Leap episodes....
Nah.

-I was in this forest-type setting, that was more like a video game than anything. I was lost, and trying to get back to my house. The old ladies in the village were furious at me and wanted to tell me some task that I needed to do. They were quite scary, and I ran away. They were chasing me, and I saw a tree, so I started to jump, trying to reach the bottom branch. I think someone else was with me, rather I think I was that someone else, and no longer the main character. I was yelling at him, 'I don't care what the heck you do, but get in that tree!'. He was taking too long, and the old grannies were nearly to us. (These 'old grannies' were about the size of a linebacker) Finally, right before they reach us, he's up and safe. I go to the back of the tree, jump, and mange to claw my way up.
--((Somewhat same environment but a different perspective)) Think Quantum Leap. I was myself, but my memory had huge gaps. We, me another lady, and my friend (who looked suspiciously like Scott Bakula) were outside the forest/village. He was explaining to the other person how I had designed this protected area.
'Yeah,' I said, not remembering anything, but decided just to go with it. 'I didn't want it to be a utopia, but rather a working thing.'
The guy explained how I had given away one spot inside the farm/utopia-like thing for free.
'Luis won that free spot,' he explains.
'Luis got it! Awesome!' I exclaimed, grinning. The guy was giving me that look, trying to say that I was supposed to already know this, so act like it.

-I was at band camp, at one of the dances, getting ready. Maja had promised to do my makeup, and she had a palate out for my lipstick. She chose a dark color, which turned out very dark on my lips. She apologized, and then chose a brighter red color. Then, I remembered that I didn't have any shoes to go with the dress! I decided that I should just go barefoot. My friend was there, and she wore a nice, purple dress.

-I was back in church from my camp (real life camp). It was a special presentation, as we were just starting this big music program. I was going from seat to seat, trying to find a good spot. They talked about how they weren't sure what sound program they were going to use, and then showed a clip of two siblings from my church in a music video type thing. I finally find a seat in front of Phillip. To my surprise, Patrick, the German exchange student from a few years ago, had come back for a visit. Anyway, I sat down, and started to get my clarient out. I pulled a few reeds out and they were horrible. As in un-realistically chipped with weird splinters poking off them. I was examining one, and the lady next to me said, 'yeah that'll work'. I look at her as if she crazy. She continues 'you can just hear everything' and I realize that she's talking about the sound system. I laugh 'I thought you were talking about my reeds.' I then move up to the second row. One of the siblings, Seth, is saying how he wants to sing 'Imagine' next. The lady/leader of singing program says that the song is too high for his vocal range, and we're all muttering the song to ourselves by then. I thought she was talking instrumental range, so I played a few high notes trying to show that I can, but stopped because they sounded squeaky.

Then the music part was over, and a new guy was in front of us. I was moving back again, and for the first time noticed that we had new pews. Wow, I thought, that's weird. They were bamboo looking. Anyway, I sit down, and listen to the guy. He was there for the purpose of helping out church, and had a very energetic. His main tag line was 'I'll get you a new seat in church for every ---' I don't remember exactly what he wanted us to do, but I do know that it was NOT...good, what we were supposed to do. The action was self-centered, and purely for material gain.

Afterward, I caught up with Phillip and started to explain my misgivings. No one had paid attention to my nay saying. 'It's wrong! It's...it's for material gain, do you see?' I tried to explain that the guy was not good, and this seeking material gain is not what our church so do. Phillip agreed somewhat with me, more than everyone else who completely believed the guy. I likened the guy's offer to 'I'll give you another seat in hell if you kill a child' I was so mad. We went downstairs, where I heard the guy had invited everyone to this water park-like retreat in Arizona. I knew this retreat was not good, not good at all, but once again no one would listen. They all seemed brainwashed to this guy. I realized that the only way to help all those who unwittingly went along with the guy was to follow them to the resort, acting like I agreed with him. Phillip and I were to go together.

Sped forward a day or so, and my friend Brittany and I were at a restaurant to have a final meal before we (or maybe just me and Phillip) left. I say Phillip at another table, standing by it.
'Ask him to sit here' I whispered to Brittany.
'No, you ask him.'
'No, you!' ((To explain, I have a crush on Phillip but am too shy to say anything))**
Finally Phillip comes over to our table, and I realize that he is a waiter here. He pulls up a chair after giving us some drinks to talk about the upcoming said trip. He leaves, and then another friend of mine is there. 'When did he get here'? she asks almost disgustedly.
'An angel fell out of heaven and landed there.' I snap back, my cheesy sentence slightly sketchy in meaning even in the dream. I was trying to describe Phillip as an angel, but my sentence left much room for improvement-- though it got the point across.

Phillip, me, and maybe someone else were going to the retreat thing now. We were in a river (and I saw a giant salamander type thing) and for some reason it reminded me of Chronicles of Narnia, because I knew that we would go under water and down the little one foot water fall and when we got out of the water, we wouldn't be a the resort. I got in the water and down the little fall and then burst out of the water. I was completely unable to breathe through my nose, and finally just breathed through my mouth. We were at the retreat thing, and for some reason I looked at the sky. The sun was dimmer yet bigger, and there was a spiral-galaxy-shaped red mass that was partly wrapped around the sun. My eyes go wide, and I stare at it in shock. In the back of my mind I knew it was a dream ((I had woken up and fallen back to sleep a couple times by now)) but knew that if I reacted as if it was the dream, then I would get to find out what happened next-- if I could save them or not.

We were now in a pool, and slowly we got out. There was a gurney, and laying on it was medical guy. His eyes were wide, his mouth frozen in a smile, yet we all realized he was dead. A little shaken, we continued on, and found a lady in charge. I asked to see the material the children here would be taught, as the place was kind of like a religious compound. She showed me a few books that looked like a very old style. There was a pamphlet that I knew explained what I wanted to know. I reached for it, but she quickly grabbed it. It was in French, but I know enough French that I would be able to get the main point, but she wouldn't let me see it, and I knew that I had to act normal-- not to draw attention to myself.


**Honestly. In both dream a real life. Problem is, he's five years older than me, has a serious girlfriend, I see him like twice a year, and we don't even know each other. I think part of this dream was spurred by the fact that I've been thinking about music the whole week, having been at band camp, and the fact that Phillip worked at band camp, so I've been thinking about him the whole week. (though I only had to courage to say 'hi' to him, and only once-_-)

- I was at school, and just out of my first class, which had been a clarient prep class. I was in the stairwell, trying to figure out what my next class was. I could not for the life of me remember which class was next, and whether or not I should go up or down. I looked at the floor number, and saw that it was nine. Wait, I thought, my school doesn't have nine floors. I closed my nose with my hand and was able to breath. Realizing that it was just a dream, I jumped into the center of the stairwell, and started to fall. Relaxing, I imagined that I had wings.

-(sort of follows) I was invisible. We were in a clothing store, just about to load the bus and go to the all-state tryouts (or something like that) and I realized that I was invisible. The only one who could sort of see me was my best friend Brittany. I realized that I was able to walk through clothing racks. I found one girl in the store who was able to actually see and touch me, and I was relieved to find someone who actually could see me. Anyway, we were about to leave, and I decided to go to the bathroom. To get there, I decided that I would run through the racks of clothing, for the fun of it. I rammed through the first one, but hit it hard. Turns out, the one girl who could see/touch me was on the other side, and by her touching the rack of clothing, I couldn't walk through it. I found it hilarious.

We were now at a park, yet another break on our trip. I found a guy who was able to see and touch me, and he was very cute. Standing with my friends, I realized that my invisibility was getting better. I said something, and then one of my friends said something similar, as if she had somewhat heard me. The bus was about to leave, but I walked down the road, in the guise of throwing something away, but just to see that boy once more. It was such a relief to find someone who could actually see me. As soon as he saw me, he broke into a huge grin.* After smiling at him, I realized that the bus had already left-- after all, they didn't realize I was there. I ran, caught up with the bus, jumped through the side and sat down. Getting out my phone, I realized that the cute boy had texted me. We hadn't talked much, and the text just told a little about himself. He like Chinese food. Anyway, I text back a picture of the bus, explaining the close call. He texted back a video of where he was from, they were in a band room, practicing. He showed his brother, snow, 's girlfriend.

Once we arrived at all- region tryouts, I realized that while everyone else was really nervous, I didn't have to be, as I wasn't going to tryout. I realized, though, that if I didn't try out for all-region I couldn't try out for all-state. I didn't think that my invisibility curse would last much longer, and my best friend was trying to find out if I could tryout tomorrow.
'Tomorrow? Demain?' she asked, looking at me, saying the French to let me know that she was going to find out. Everyone looked at her as if she was crazy, because to them, she was randomly saying French. They told her that if I was to tryout tomorrow, then I would be in another location.

So, here I was at the next location, still invisible. It was a beautiful lake, surrounded by pine trees, meadows, and snow capped mountains in the distance. I was on the shore, texting the boy who could see me, asking if he was going to come as well.

I met another boy who could see me, though I didn't like him as much. He was good looking, but rather creepy. He sent me a text saying that he could see me, and couldn't wait to get his hands on my body. Still, I met up with him, we were in this little house place that my band was staying. He, a few of his friends, and Brittany were playing this little game.
'Come! Come! I'm making a rainbow!' she cried. I came, crouching down in front of her. She bounced the ball down, and it went and hit the roof, and then she repeat this. Soon, she stopped, and I saw a rainbow where the path of the ball had been. She then gave the ball to me, and I tried, but didn't have the strength to bounce it up to the roof.



--I was with a guy, and we were a couple hundred years in the past. Think before the Louisiana Purchase. We were staying with a pioneer family, as doctors of sorts. I asked the girl who was roughly my age, 'what do you think is out there?' referring to the wild west as we looked at a period map. The guy was cautious, worried that I might give away something I shouldn't. All the sudden, my dog (actual dog in real life) collapsed, and we rushed over to see. Sable, the dog, was motionless, and through tears I begged the man to do something.
'May have been dementia...or crickets,' he mused before telling me that she was already dead, and we couldn't do anything about that. As I was crying, there was suddenly another medical emergency, and the guy handed me some tools. I could tell he was silently telling me to put aside my grief so that we could help someone. Pausing before I entered the room the guy was in, I clutched the wall, took and deep breath, pushed the tears out of my eyes, and entered the other room, ready to help.

*The feeling of this has stayed with me for a while. Just remembering the dream, how I wanted just to see him once more, and just how /happy/ he was to see me. Not my friends. Me. Just me. It's hard to explain really..

--My friend in real life was suddenly my sister. My mother in the dream wasn't my mom in real life.

I was sure that she was trying to kill us. My sister and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go to school, and tell the consular. My sister just didn't want to believe that our mother was trying to kill us. I had proof that she had drugged our bathwater. Just as we were about to leave, my father picked me up (which was really weird considering I am sixteen) and threatened to spank me (which is also really weird) for saying that my mother was trying to kill me.

Finally, we were at some hospital, and they were taking my mother away, the police/whoever had listened to me. The lady made sure that the police had my mother and were leaving. All of the sudden the whirled about. Somehow, my mom had sliced her face open, as revenge. Bleeding profusely, she turned to my sister and I, who screamed and ran down the hall.

What's really odd about this dream is that it was as if I was telling someone a story-- real or not, I'm not sure. Even through the sheer terror I felt as we were chased down the hallways by this bloody, gory, sight, I felt almost like laughing. Sort of like when someone you know scares you.
Later that night I'm not sure if I was awake or asleep, I remember thinking back on the dream, and being scared. I knew if I kept thinking about it, I would dream about it again. So, I kept my mind off of it by thinking about 'Wicked' the musical.

--I was at Band Camp. We had classes, and I was having trouble getting to each class on time. The last class of the day I hadn't been to even though some days had gone by simply because I could not find it. My friend and I met the teachers when we were walking to another class, and they explained how to find it. I was going to the class right before it, and didn't want to go, because I mainly wanted to try and find my last class. We were presenting something, though, so I had to go. I went, and did a slide show presentation on dragons. I had taped the flag to the table.
---((Somewhat unrelated but this was the order of my dream)) My parents and I were on the beach, in perhaps knee deep water. My mother grabbed what appeared to be a strand of grass. I was on my knees, so I was up to my neck. I asked her what it was, and she said that it was a little eel. My head was underwater now, and I freaked, wanting to get out of the water and away from this eel. I couldn't, though. There was this sand bar/thing above my head, and whenever I tried to go up, it forced me back down in the uncomfortable squatting position under water. I told myself that if I just relaxed I could breathe under the water.
--((back to band camp)) After my presentation, my friend and I went in search of this allusive class. I was running. We were in a totally different section that we didn't see much. Everything was different here. The students had brightly unnatural colored hair, like blue, and the classes were like vo-tec. Anyway, it's raining, and we're still trying to find the class. We're going up this little hill, with students behind us. We explain what we're trying to find. Finally, I spot this little dark hallway, and we know the class is that way. After going down a spiral staircase, we're in the classroom. The professor looks at us sternly, saying that 'some of us didn't need to be here'. My friend and I were confused, worried he was talking about us, but then several students left. We sit down. I start to talk to the students next to us, and realize that not everyone is from band camp, some actually are attending the college that band camp is held at. The professor is strict. He asked 'Quel heure est-il?' I glance at my watch. It's 7:40. We have a napkin and a sharpie and like 15 sec. to write the answer down. For some reason, I think it's actually 8:40, because that's what someone next to me said.
'Quel heure est-il um...vingt!....'
Wait, I realize that it should be il est so I scribble...
Quel huere il est...
Wait, does that need a s? I think. Time has run out, and I rack my mind to find how to write 40. I finally remember, and scribble it down as others are turning the napkin it.


Gah. My French in dreams is pretty bad. When someone asks you the time, you don't say 'what hour is it eight forty'. The correct response would be 'Il est vingt heure et caronete ((with appropriate spelling)