Thread: Idec's Dream Journal

This dream was also when I was very young. We lived in a 2-storey house. Looking at the front of the house you would see the front door in the middle, slightly to the right. Going in the front door you would immediately see stairs going straight up. The stairs have a white railing on both sides. On the right of the stairs was just the front room. On the left was the dining room with the kitchen on the left of that, seperated partially by a counter. All other rooms were either upstairs or behind the front room, dining room, and kitchen. My room was upstairs to the right.

The dream started with me finishing coming down the stairs from waking up in the morning and turning right to the dining room. My 1-year-younger sister was there as well. However, the house was different. There weren't any walls or ceiling. We were just in a limitless, pink space. The floor was the same. Hanging from the invisible ceiling far above were large, pink party streamers. I could see them in any direction I looked and as far away as I could see, so they were all over.

My sister and I saw an old witch and we went over to her. She said she had 2 beds made specially for us and she wanted us to lay down in them. I looked and there were 2 baby cribs that were just barely big enough for us to fit in. We both laid down in them and noticed that instead of a mattress and sheets, there was a really sticky glue-like substance. I said, "Ugh! What IS this stuff!"
The witch said, "It's socks." Then she went somewhere and my sister and I tried with great difficulty to get out of the beds. The "socks" made it very hard to move. We finally got out and the witch came back and said that we need to get back in the beds. She tried to make us get back in them and there was no way we were going to, so we ran away.

I saw the railing of the staircase that I had come down at the beginning of the dream. It was just standing there all alone in the pinkness. We both squeezed through the bars of the railing (we used to always do this instead of taking one more second to go around to the base of the stairs) and I saw the normal, carpetted stairs heading up. Upstairs looked normal as well. The pink space was only downstairs.

We ran up the stairs and turned left into my parents' room. Once we reached the foot of their bed, we saw that they were just skeletons and that instead of their mattress and sheets was the "socks". Then I woke up.

Socks?!

I was probably a pre-teen when I had this dream. I was over at a friend's house to spend the night and he had fallen asleep on the couch while I was still awake watching nothing good on T.V. (this happened a lot when I'd spend the night). I had flipped through the channels and came across some kind of horror movie. I never watch horror movies. I've probably seen 5-7 AT MOST in my life. This one had a lot of rain and there was this large, rectangular hole in the ground full of muddy water and one of the characters was running away and fell in it. Then a bunch of dead bodies floated to the surface. I turned it off and shook my head. "How silly." Then I went to sleep. The reason I mentioned this is to give you something to base what happened in my following dream off of.

The dream started with me in the woods. It was night, but was light enough for me to see the trees and see that there was a wall about 20 feet from me on my left. Oddly enough, it felt like I was in my back yard and the wall was the back of my house, though nothing looked the same as in my back yard and the wall was really tall like a castle wall. It was raining and the wind was blowing pretty hard. I'm not sure if I was running from something or not. If so, I don't know what. I just know that I was trying to make my way through the woods and get inside somewhere.

As I was quickly walking through the woods, I suddenly fell into a large, pool-sized, rectangular hole in the mud. It was filled with muddy rain water and was very choppy due to the storm, like when there is a storm at sea. I tried desperately to keep afloat in the tossing water and to pull myself out, but the sides were all too slippery to hold onto because it was mud. To my relief, I finally managed to grab ahold of something solid in the mud and I pulled myself partially out of the water.

I looked at what I had grabbed ahold of and it looked like a celtic cross-shaped tombstone, though it was all round, no straight edges, and wasn't a shape that meant something. As soon as I saw what it was, I realized I was touching the forbidden stone that I, in my dream, "knew" about and knew that anyone who touched it would die instantly.

The next thing I knew, I was floating very, very high up in the air and it was daytime. I saw my younger, half-black cousin floating there with me and he explained to me that I was now a ghost and welcomed me to the afterlife. It was rather odd because I rarely ever saw or thought of my cousin, and he wasn't dead in real life. Regardless, there he was, in a 70's style brown suit and brown top hat.

He explained to me that I was dead and that no one alive could see me. He also told me that I could fly and go through walls and stuff. To prove it, he pointed to my family's van driving on the freeway down below. Now, we used to live in Southern California, but had moved up to Oregon a few years before I had this dream. The back yard that the beginning of the dream reminded me of was the one in Oregon. However, my cousin lives in L.A. and the freeway that my family was driving on looked like one from California opposed to Oregon.

We both flew down to the busy freeway and I came up right beside my family's van and stuck the top half of my body through the side of the van and looked around at all of my family and none of them seemed to see me at all. They were just having a good time driving. I came back out and looked at my cousin floating nearby and said, "Whoa, you're right, they really can't see me!" I became excited because I was realizing all the fun things I could do as a ghost like flying around and going through things and being invisible. Then I woke up.

Wow, you've got a pretty good imagination. Your second dream reminds me heavily of Hansel and Gretel. The 'socks' bit was kinda weird~! And your ghost dream is pretty cool~ To be able to fly around... but there was also the sad bit where you saw your family but they didn't really seem to realize that you were gone. I once had a dream that I fell into a grave... it was all dark... I couldn't feel any bones or bodies, but I could smell the putrid smell of dead bodies... it was gross >.> But that's the closest I came to death I think... in a dream

This is now the 2nd time I've died and become a ghost in a dream. The 2nd time was a few days ago. I have that dream up in the Dream Interpretation area. Thanks for your comments! That's interesting to me that you smelled the putrid smell, because I have never smelled or tasted anything in a dream before. Most of the time I don't feel anything, either. In fact, I can't even remember hearing anything most of the time. It's all sight, and when someone talks to me, it's more like I just know that they told me something opposed to actually hearing it in the dream.

I think that this dream was influenced by the Black Knight scene in Monty Python And The Holy Grail and from the episode of the Powerpuff Girls that was on yesterday. The Powerpuff Girls episode was about this new set of golf clubs that Blossom stole for the professor. Three days passed in the dream, and the first day of the dream supposedly happened on the 22nd, 2 days ago.

Day 1 - 12/22: It started in my high school parking lot and I was meeting my 2 friends from school, Jonathon and Tony. Jon was standing in front of me with a new set of golf clubs and they were made of pure gold. He took certain ones out and told me their type, then put them back in. Then he took out a golden knife that was about 2 feet long. I guess it was part of the golf set. Tony was about 100 feet away behind Jon, and was coming back from doing something. Then Jon took out a camera and right when he did, Tony came walking quickly over to us and I thought he was doing it because he didn't like Jon taking out the camera. Maybe he didn't want Jon to take any pictures of him. Jon was pointing the camera at me and once Tony got to us he grabbed the knife from Jon. As soon as he did, he swung it and cut right through my left forearm! It went all the way through like a hot knife through butter. I looked at my arm and saw the muscle, bone, and all the layers of my arm and it was a straight, clean cut all the way through, no jagged edges. It wasn't bleeding yet, but when I put my arm down it started.

For some odd reason, I just stood there and looked at him without saying anything or running away, like I was waiting for him to do it again and I would stop him this time. He swung again in one quick move and was way too fast for me to react. This time it cut right through my right upper arm, leaving just a short stub connected to my shoulder. Again, I stood my ground, waiting for him to try again, certain that I would block it this time. He swung a third time, just as fast, and hit my left armpit and went all the way through my shoulder, leaving no part of an arm. So now I just had a short stub for a right arm. I still stood there, thinking that he had nothing else to cut off because I didn't think he would kill me by slicing my head off, and I didn't think he would cut my legs off. I was right. Oddly enough, I didn't feel pain from any of that. Then I just appeared in his attic, but it was empty. It had carpet and painted walls and was well-lit. It had rafters however. I remember going in there and trying to hide from him.

Day 2 - 12/23: This day was supposed to be yesterday. In my dream I watched the Powerpuff Girls episode just like I had in real life yesterday, so it seemed like I had the dream before I watched the episode, but I didn't in real life. Anyway, in my dream I was at home and I was trying to move my non-existant hands. I kept trying to move them and wiggle them and slowely they started to grow back, like I was excercising them and making them stronger. I was happy that it was healing because I knew that limbs and fingers didn't grow back, but I had found a way to do it. I thought I was special. I got my right arm all the way and my left arm was healed all the way to the elbow. I was still missing my forearm. I was still in high school, too, even though in real life I had already graduated 6 months ago. School started that day and I was walking through the halls. I walked with my arms crossed and hid my left arm so people wouldn't see it. I kept seeing the football coach/weight training teacher, Mr. Henderson for some reason.

Day 3 - 12/24: The last day of my dream, which I guess was supposed to take place today after I had the dream, my left arm was healed to my wrist and only my hand was missing. This time I walked around school holding my left arm out, showing everyone my missing hand, as if to show it off. No one really said anything except making looks at it. I came to Mr. Henderson again and showed him. Then I thought I should try to heal my left arm all the way, so I started clenching it and moving it a lot but it didn't seem to work like it had before. I came to someone else and asked them what they saw. They said my left hand was missing. I looked at it and I saw my left hand there. I told them that I see my left hand but no one else does. I told him to touch it and he grabbed where my hand would be and he felt my hand there, he just couldn't see it. It was the same with everyone else. I kept excercising it and started walking the other way. I saw some boy I didn't know who was going the same way and I told him all about it. In my dream, I remembered how my mom said that there were semi trucks in the parking lot and Jon and Tony would try to get run over by them. And that the cutting me was just one of their past times. It was only then that I remembered the semi-trucks, as they weren't there when I experienced that part of the dream. The only pain I really felt in the dream was in my wrists after my arms healed. Strangely enough, my wrists hurt a little in real life also. While telling him what happened I remembered other things that I didn't before, like after he cut me we went to the street and there was a car that said "Squaresoft" on it and it pulled out of the parking lot. Then I woke up.

There was no tension that I can think of between Tony, Jon, and myself. We were just friends in high school who really only saw eachother in school.

I had this dream probably sometime around 2000 or 2001.

I was on a public bus that had a door in the middle of the bus like some of them do. The front half of the bus had seats on both sides with an aisle down the middle, but the back half was more like stadium seating without an aisle. I was sitting at the front of the stadium seating, just barely behind the door in the side of the bus. The people sitting behind me felt familiar like they were my family, but I never looked back to see who specifically they were because I should have already known if I had gotten on the bus with them. The door in the side of the bus was like a helicopter door and was always open. There was a walkway and a railing along the side of the bus so you could walk along the outside of it to the front or back. The bus was also about 20 feet in the air. The wheels were on the road below, and were connected to the bus in the air.

The bus was driving along and then it hit something and stopped. I leaned forward and looked down out the door and saw a black dog on the side of the road that we had just hit. I'm not sure what type it was, but it was about the size of a labrador. It started stirring, then got up and looked around. Then it looked right up at me and stared. (I'm getting very intense goosebumps right now just remembering it). It kept staring at me and started barking loudly. I was a little afraid, but took comfort in the fact that I was way up here and it couldn't get to me. Its barking became louder and more desperate and it tried in vain to jump up to the bus. It kept trying to jump, barking wildly, falling down, and going back to get a running start to increase its jump. It was very desperate to get up to the bus. Then, it jumped and I saw barely the top of it's head reach the floor of the bus. I sat back quickly. It had somehow gotten this high and I was pretty afraid now. With the next jump, it got its head and front paws up onto the walkway right outside the open door and climbed up onto it. Then looked right at me, and charged directly for me. It jumped at me, but instead, jumped over me at the person behind me. Then I woke up.

Everytime I tell this dream, even though it was several years ago, I get mad goosebumps all over, sometimes even watery eyes, while telling about the part with the dog. Sometimes it gets hard to talk like when you are trying not to cry. Once while telling it, I actually did end up breaking down and crying because I was so overcome with emotion, though it is always fear that I feel from it, not sadness. I am NOT one to cry easily or often.

Wow, having your arms cut off and then growing them back again, that's pretty interesting. I've had my forearm slashed before in a dream, and it bled freely. But it was just a really deep cut, none of my limbs fell off That would've been pretty scary! I don't think I felt any pain either... You can't remember hearing anything either? Hmm... Maybe that's sort of like me... I'd probably hear voices though. So that series of dreams was three days beofre you turned 19... I see. So your birthday's at Christmas? Mine's 3 days before Christmas. That's a bit of an odd coincidence hehehe.

The bus suspended in the air sounds really cool. I like how you describe the features with such detail. But then that dog did sound pretty scary... And to think it actually jumped that high to reach you... or the person behind you... Maybe your fear was so strong that it made the dog jump for the person behind you. Do you wonder what kind of fear it is? Could be a fear for dogs, or more of a psychological fear with the dog representing that kind of fear... if you know what I mean Usually when there's animals in my dreams, they're often friendly. When I get attacked, it's usually by people.

Originally Posted by alexial

Wow, having your arms cut off and then growing them back again, that's pretty interesting. I've had my forearm slashed before in a dream, and it bled freely. But it was just a really deep cut, none of my limbs fell off That would've been pretty scary! I don't think I felt any pain either... You can't remember hearing anything either? Hmm... Maybe that's sort of like me... I'd probably hear voices though. So that series of dreams was three days beofre you turned 19... I see. So your birthday's at Christmas? Mine's 3 days before Christmas. That's a bit of an odd coincidence hehehe.

The bus suspended in the air sounds really cool. I like how you describe the features with such detail. But then that dog did sound pretty scary... And to think it actually jumped that high to reach you... or the person behind you... Maybe your fear was so strong that it made the dog jump for the person behind you. Do you wonder what kind of fear it is? Could be a fear for dogs, or more of a psychological fear with the dog representing that kind of fear... if you know what I mean Usually when there's animals in my dreams, they're often friendly. When I get attacked, it's usually by people.

No, I had the dream on the night of the 23rd, but it was probably the 24th when I actually had it. That was 3 days before I turned 21, so my birthday is on the 27th.

I have thought about what it could represent, but honestly, don't really have any fears that I'm strongly afraid of. I can't think what it could possibly represent. Maybe the fear of dying and not going to Heaven because I'm kinda going my own way right now and not following the way of the church I was raised in, but that's all I can think of, and I rarely think about that and am the fear isn't very strong.

Thanks for you comments, though. I have plenty more to post before I'm done.

The first thing I remember, I was going to our neighbors' house with my dad. They live behind us and the man there often helps us with home projects and yard stuff and we help him. We were going to help him out with something, but I don't know what. Their house was different inside, like rooms were in different places. In real life, Mr. Campbell lives with his wife in their house, and their daughter, Angela is married and moved out. When we first moved into this house 12 years ago when I was in 2nd grade, we used to play with Angela all the time. Our yards are connected to theirs, with no fence or anything in the way (we live on 2 acres.) In real life, their garage is a seperate building, as well as their 2-storey workshop where Mr. Campbell does his projects (he's into building stuff and home repairs.) In my dream, their workshop was 1-storey and it was where their living room normally is. Angela's room was where their kitchen usually is, but in my dream it seemed normal. I remember standing in his workshop by a wall and messing with stuff in the drawers under a counter on the wall. I remember doing this in another dream also, but that dream took place only right there, and I didn't know where I was. This dream now explained that I was in Mr. Campbell's workshop that my head made up. Anyway, my dad and Mr. Campbell (his name is David by the way) were doing something and I guess there wasn't anything for me to do at that time, so I had to just wait around, and it was really boring. I went into Angela's old room and got into her bed. I was going to lay down while I waited. I took off my shirt and pants, like I was going to bed in my bed. A little later, I decided to get up so I started getting my pants on again when I heard their front door open and Mrs. Campbell (Dorothy) and Angela came in the house. Angela was already married and moved out in my dream also, so I figured she was just visiting. She told her mom something, and her mom said something back, and then she told her mom, "Well it IS my room." Her mom told her that I was in there, and she told her mom that it's okay, we are friends afterall. So I had my pants halfway up when Angela came in and she didn't even care (I had underwear on of course.) She took off her shirt because she was going to change it. This was a surprise to me, but I didn't say anything. She put on her other shirt and went out and I finished getting dressed.

The next thing I remember, we were back at my house and my best friend (and crush), Kelli, from Texas came in the door. In my dream, she had arrived and was going to stay for like a week. I was going to lay down and cuddle with Kelli somewhere, and I went upstairs to my room and it was different. My bed and my brother, Ben's bed were where they used to be before we moved stuff around, but in my dream it was normal. My sister, Amy was laying down on Ben's bed, I guess because she was bored and it was a lazy day. Her top half was hanging over the side and she was doing something with some toys on the ground. Kelli and I went downstairs and someone was laying on the front room couch, and in the den, someone was on that couch. The house was dark because it was raining outside and the lights were off, but it was in the afternoon. My parents were in their room taking a nap I guess. It was so boring with nothing to do! I looked around and Kelli was gone too! I was not enjoying myself, not having any time with Kelli and was getting frusterated. Then I remembered that we could stay up and watch movies, so I would just have to wait until then to be alone with Kelli. Ashley, a friend of my sister's, temporarily sleeps on the front room couch where the VCR is, so I would need to move it to the den TV.

The next thing I remember, a semi truck pulled into our driveway, with my dad as the driver, only the steering wheel was on the right side. My dad doesn't drive trucks in real life. Kelli was sitting next to him, only her face looked like the old scientist guy from the movie Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within,

but in my dream, that was normal. They came in the house, and I found out that my dad had taken her on his errand he was running because he didn't want to leave her and me home while everyone else was asleep. Kelli went and sat halfway up the stairs, and I went and sat next to her. I started to put my arm around her shoulders when she stopped me. She told me not to because my mom was afraid that we were doing bad things when we were alone, and that's why she asked my dad to take her with him. I guess that putting my arm around her would make my mom worry more about it. Then I woke up.

Kelli is someone I met online back in 2001 and we are still best friends. I've visited her twice now, but she hasn't visited me yet. I had a really huge crush on her for a long time, but she didn't return the feelings and would always say that since we live so far apart, nothing could happen anyway. She had a change of heart when I visited again in 2004, but I did something to ruin it. We've had our troubles and she's broken off the friendship a few times over various things. I'm not sure how I feel about her right now.

I don't remember everything in detail, nor is it a very long dream.

I dreamt I was online and Kelli had gone away for something, either to watch a Dragonball Z episode or something else after we had been talking. I think I said something to her that was kind of mean, but playfully. She was gone for a long time, or maybe it was our first time talking on that day, I don't remember. But anyway, she came back and had been talking with one of her friends. I think it was a girl. Kelli told me she did something that would make me sad. She sounded happy about it. I asked what it was. She said I would find out on my own, but I wouldn't like it and I would be sad, and she did it for like revenge for something. It wasn't a playful kind of revenge, but to really make me feel bad. Something like deleting my diary or something. Or something to do with me liking her. That's all I remember.

Alright, my family's church doesn't have a building to call their own. They used to, but the church split and the half who went the other way owned the building. They now just assemble at the City Grange (community hall type of thing) and instead of money, they pay in the form of cleaning and yard upkeep. Brother Steve is the minister/elder of the church, meaning he's pretty much the head of it.

Our church got a notice from the Grange people that they are changing the agreement that enables us to use their building every Sunday. The agreement was that we didn't need to clean it anymore, but we had to let other people use the room next to the room we have church in (we use that room for when a little kid is making noise). Plus the Grange people would change the interior of the Grange. They would put church benches in it, and everything to make it look just like a normal church instead of a meeting hall. We agreed to it. When church came around, I remember going past the room we were letting other people use (we called it the "crying room"). They were having church of their own with folding chairs for seats. I walked into the main room and it was much bigger. It had carpet, benches, and a nicely designed front area for the minister to stand. There were also many more people sitting whom I didn't know. There was a man standing behind the podium whom I didn't know also. Contrary to how church usually went, this man had a schedule for how the church session would go, which listed the prayers that were going to be said and by whom, which sermon would be said and by whom, and everything else. Bro. Steve wasn't on it. The schedule was followed. We got a whole other church that came with the remodeling, and they took over. Bro. Steve is the elder of our church, and he only stands at the front when he's giving his sermon, and he doesn't plan it out either. But it's like our church was taken from us and under new leadership other than God. In the next meeting, Bro. Steve got to give his talk, and some people seemed to be amazed by it, while others looked bored, and a few people talked to eachother and ignored him. It was very depressing that he was "allowed" to give his sermon at a certain time. Good thing it was a dream!

In this dream I was driving. I had a permit and was driving with one of my parents in the car. I was behind a police car and there were lots of cars in front of them. Then suddenly all the cars slowed way down and I slammed on my breaks as hard as I could, but still bumped into the police car in front of me. The police car immediately turned right and drove off the road and came around behind me with its lights blinking so I had to pull over. I looked back and it was now a police jeep instead of a car like it had been. I was trying to explain that I stopped as much as I could when a car came zooming by and the police officer got back in the jeep and went after the speeder. That's all I remember.

This dream has Kelli in it, which should be familiar to you from my other dreams. It also has Carly in it. Carly is someone I worked with at Wal-Mart and I had a crush on her.

Someone I knew died, but I don't remember who it was. I was worried and trying to figure out/remember who it was. Then I found out that Carly got shot and died too, and maybe someone else. It was depressing.

Then I woke up and thought "Oh, it was just a dream," and realized that the first person, whom I couldn't remember who it was actually hadn't died. It was only Carly and the third person who had. Still, being in that state of mind of just realizing it was a dream, it had me worrying about who was dead and who was still alive. Then I thought of Kelli and worried if she had died too, but I couldn't remember who the third person was. I was very sad and was trying desperately to remember if anyone else died and what was a dream and what was really something that happened in real life. Then I woke up for reals, and to my relief, no one had died.

I was standing behind a window seperating the room I was in with the adjacent one. There were about 5 or so people in there standing still. They couldn't move. A program started and like 10 or 20 cream-colored spiders were placed on each person. It as like a simulation. I think the spiders wrapped them up with silk and then made eggsacs and had lots of baby spiders. The baby spiders were about as big as a silver dollar and the adult ones were as large as your hand, though they had the structure of regular spiders and not tarantulas. They weren't poisonous I don't think, it's just that they were big and could have babies rather quickly.

Next thing I know I'm in this house and one of the adult spiders got in there, but I was the only one who knew it. It was a movie that I was watching, but at the same time I was there, only people couldn't see me and neither could the spiders. This guy was there and he was one of the people in the simulation and I guess the movie started with him already having a spider on him and babies started coming. He was surprised, to say the least, and brushed them all off. Then there was a lot of chaos and he was getting everyone out of the house, and trying to step on every spider he saw. Every once in a while another baby spider would come out from somewhere. I'm not sure how it ended.

I had seen the movie "Arachnophobia" once, but it was a long time before having this dream.

I usually go talk to Carly while she cleans up the resturaunt when I'm on break, and I help her put the chairs up and get the trays and I offer to do more but she never lets me. She said I'm not supposed to work when I'm on break (it's against Wal-Mart rules) and she doesn't want me to get in trouble, and also I'm not allowed to go behind the counter, though I can go in the side room with the freezers and such, and that has a door that goes behind the counter. Well, I had a dream involving that.

I was getting the trays and was going to bring them to her. The lights were off and she was behind the counter, but there was a gap in the counter with the side room on the right of it. I brought the trays to the gap, though the sink was too far back, so I took a step forward, putting me behind the counter, and put the trays in the sink and stepped back. Assistant Manager Sherene, my boss, was in the side room, though I could only see her when I briefly stepped behind the counter, and she saw me too. It was dark back there and somehow I knew I was in trouble. She said something that sounded really sophisticated, but basically meant I'm not supposed to be doing work when I'm on break (the trays) and she doesn't want to see me doing it again, and she knew I had done it in the past. But more importantly, I was not supposed to be behind the counter and she caught me. Then she said something about me making a chart or list of the different types of things to clean up, and for me to not do any of them, or something weird like that. Then I remembered that I only went behind the counter because I couldn't reach the sink, but she had already left before I could tell her. I looked around the store for her (it was dark, like half the lights were off) and I asked other workers where she was, but no one knew where she was and I couldn't find her. Then I woke up.

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Kelli Reluctantly Visiting

For some reason, without notice, I took a plane to Kelli's house. Her parents let me in and I guess she was in her room. When they told her to come out and she saw me, she gave me a look like "what are you doing here? I'm not really in the mood for you to be here". I had come to see her, and also for her to come back with me and see my family. She agreed to come with me since I had spent all that money on a plane ticket to see her and she didn't want to be mean and have it all be a waste. (the plane ride took a lot longer than it would in real life).

Well, at my house, I introduced her to everyone. One of her family members or friend, I don't know which, came with her. She was about as tall as me, dressed like a biker with black leather knee-high boots. She had funky hair and piercings. I don't know why she came, but she was staying along with Kelli. We had two treehouses instead of just one like in real life. Kelli and her friend were going to sleep in one of them, and I'm not sure if anyone slept in the other. I could tell the girl didn't really like being here, and Kelli was going along to not hurt my feelings, but she really didn't want to be here either. The next day she had to leave because she had school. I can't remember if she wanted me to come back with her to her house, or I just wanted to, but I couldn't because I had work the next day. That's when I woke up.

I had only met Kelli's best friend, Meghan, once in my life. It was when I visited her during the spring break of 2002. That makes this dream odd.

In this dream I was married to Kelli's friend, Meghan, or someone who looks a lot like her. She was pregnant and in labor. We were outside on a patio or something, but I don't remember our surroundings, or if anyone else was there. It was getting the time where she would have to start pushing and I got to where I could grab the baby and I was going to start coaching her. Then the baby just slid out real easy and I had to catch it so it didn't fall on the cement. I said, "Whoa, that was easy!" Then some lady was there and told me to hold the baby's head so it wouldn't fall back. In my dream I guess you didn't cut the cord, it just easily came out when you pulled it. Also, the baby came out with socks on. I didn't know what to do, like wash it or what. I showed the baby to my wife (I don't think I even looked to see it's gender). It was kinda hard to realize that it was my baby, like when it's Christmas but it doesn't feel any different. Oh well, that's the end of my dream.

One of my best friends, Nick, has some cousins that I used to be best friends with back when they lived nearby. Philip was the oldest, then Thomas who was my age, then Jordan and Russell below him. They had recently moved closer again and I've seen them a few times, but the time I saw them before that was many years before and they were much younger.

My dream started with me in Wal-Mart. I was either on my lunch break or I had just gotten off work, because I had a shopping cart with things in it. I heard a lady behind me saying, "Jason, c'mon. Let's go." I turned around and saw a lady who I didn't recognize at all. I said, "What?" She repeated for us to go. I noticed a boy who looked like the younger brother of one of my classmates, Jason Sisco, only he looked older. He was the lady's son. I asked her where we were going. She said that we're done shopping so we're leaving. I asked who she was, and she said she was my mother, of course. I told her that she has the wrong person. I'm not her son. I showed her my shopping cart to show that I was doing my own shopping. She had a surprised look and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, you look just like my son, Jason." I told her that was quite alright, and that my name is "Jason" too. I started to walk away, then turned and showed her my watch (with calculator buttons on it, that my dad now uses) and asked her if her son had a watch like that. She said that actually he does. Whoa, this was weird. I walked toward the registers thinking that maybe they were from a parallel dimension and were talking about the "Jason" from there. I decided to go back and see if they found him and see if he looks like me. When I got back, they had found him but I only saw the back of his head. When he turned around I saw that he didn't look like me at all, but exactly like Jordan (Nick's cousin) only he was the much younger whom I knew several years back. He was identical to the Jordan who I knew before. I told them that, and they didn't have any idea who someone named "Jordan" was. I said he now has a beard and stuff. Then from an aisle behind them, Jordan came out, looking how he does now. I went over to him and said "hi" and I don't remember what else I said to him, but I probably mentioned the people I was talking to. Then out of another aisle came Thomas (Jordan's older brother) and I told him to look at the 3 people over there because he would notice something. He looked at them and his eyes got big and he said, "*gasp* You're right!"
I was like, "See!"
He said, "Yeah, they're weird, that's what I notice." Wait, that's not what I was talking about. I was hoping he would notice the "Jason" who looked like his younger brother. Then I woke up.

There was this school. A college, I believe. It was more strict like in high school, though. Everyday they would have all the students sit against the wall all along the hallways and the principal/dean would walk by and ask if anyone had heard anything else about the tornado. The school was obviously very interested in the recent tornado occurances and believed they were unnatural and were caused by someone. They didn't tell the students this. They would just ask them if they had heard anything about it and to keep their ears open for anything about it. No one ever knew anything about it.

Then the scene changed to be in a classroom. The class had just gotten out and a few of the students stayed and were still talking to the professor. I don't remember what they were saying, but it had something to do with the tornadoes. He seemed suspicious and I think he might have been telling them not to admit to knowing anything about it when questioned. I can't be sure, but I think the students might not have known what he was talking about. I can't remember if they knew anything about it or didn't.The next thing I can recall is that the principal/dean was talking with the professor because he had just found out that the professor was having those few students cause the tornadoes for him and they didn't have any memory of it afterward. I think they may not have been in control of themselves. The professor was...something. It was a word that I don't remember, but I thought it meant "fired" when I heard it in my dream, but then the next sentence sounded as if the word may have meant just a warning.

The last part took place in this police place underground. It was directly under the street. A guy was behind a counter and I walked up to him and said I wanted to rent the (insert name of device here) again. It was the thing that made the tornadoes. I guess the police, or a division of the police, had this machine that made the tornadoes and they rented it to people. I'm sure there was a good reason for it, like somehow people used tornadoes for constructive purposes, but I can't think of any. Basically I told the guy that I needed to rent it for the professor and I gave him my credit card, saying the professor made us pay for it with our own money. My best guess is that I was one of the students renting it for the professor and was just remembering that experience before he was caught.

So there you have it. Possibly the guy being fired is because I was just fired recently before having the dream. Him causing the tornadoes was like me making the virus. See, I used to work for Symantec and I was one of the people who answered the phones for Tech Support for Norton Antivirus. However, I made a virus while there and got caught. I was able to get out of getting fired because I made up a story that I was trying to make a small program and made a mistake and it ended up doing damage instead. I was actually fired for attendance.

The college is either because I was thinking of taking college classes, or just some memory of when Kelli talked about her college experience was thrown in there.

I was at my house and I was the only one of our family members here. Alicia Silverstone was also here, possibly with someone she works with, but she was doing something and wasn't to be disturbed. Then she finished and I could talk to her, but a bunch of people from the press were following her everywhere she went and so when I went to talk to her, they all saw and heard. I asked if I could have her autograph if she didn't think it was dorky to ask. She said, "Sure," and grabbed a pen from our pencil can. I said I had to get something for her to sign her name on and I looked all around for something that would be good for that. Some actors came over and camera crews because they were going to be filming a movie at our house. I was to be the narrator during the beginning, but I didn't realize it was my time to talk right away and someone had to tell me that it was my line. Afterward, I still looked for something for her to sign, then woke up before I could.

I knew it had been just a dream, but after I had it, I was drifting in and out of sleep and so half the time during that I thought that she really was here. While half asleep, I guess I made up that my family came home and I saw my sisters talking with Alicia in my head. Then I fell asleep again and the dream switched to something else.

I was on the computer and looking at Kelli's diary. I noticed that my name was no longer in the list of friends. I checked something else, either her website or her AIM profile, and saw that my name had been removed also. Then I woke up all the way.

I can't think of any possible connection that Alicia Silverstone has with anything that had happened recently. I hadn't even seen her for years in anything. I used to think she was quite hot, but that was a long time ago.

The thing with Kelli sounds like some exaggerated fear that I might have had once while she was gone. I guess dreams have a tendency to exaggerate things, lol.

Kelli was apparently visiting my house. Travis, one of her online friends, was there, too. I had just gotten out of the shower and needed something from outside the bathroom, possibly a towel. I opened the door a crack to call out and ask for it, but right as I did that, Kelli, who was obviously right outside the door, pushed it open more and it stopped when it hit my head. She didn't push it open hard. It only opened maybe a foot and I was still concealed by the door. I calmly said, "Kelli...you can't come in...I'm not wearing anything." She closed the door.

Then I appeared sitting on the toilet. I think I had my clothes on. Our toilet is partly hidden by the shower. I think I was going to the bathroom. Kelli came in without any clothes on, followed by Travis. I'm not sure if Travis was wearing anything or not. Kelli laid down on her back with her head near my feet and her feet near the door. Travis knelt down between her feet. He pointed to part of her body that is rather private and asked what part of it was called. Kelli was surprised he didn't know and tried giving him hints. I was trying not to look and was worried that one of my family members would come in and see us. Becoming a little annoyed, I looked and told him what it was called, then looked away again. Then I heard my mom coming so I turned on the toilet seat so that I was completely behind the shower wall. I didn't want her seeing me in there with Kelli how she was. My mom came in and saw Kelli and Travis and asked where I was. She didn't even seem to care about Kelli and Travis. Kelli answered my mom saying, "Well, he's obviously not in here." My mom left. Then I woke up.

My best guess is that it was influenced by when I was at Kelli's house a few months before this and due to my perverted thoughts and also being a virgin, I saw her like that. That act ended up in her breaking off the friendship, saying she hates me and never wants to see me again, wishing she never met me. She is a virgin as well and is really, really private about stuff like that. She came back as my friend more than a year later, but we were still apart during this dream. I can't think of anything that would explain Travis being there, or why my mom didn't care about what was going on. Weirdness.

I made a mistake and the next one is the one titled Holy Crap! on page 2. So read that one and the ones after that until it says to come back to the one right below this one.

This dream is pretty short but gross. When I had this, I had already moved out of my parents' house and into my own apartment. I also had my first girlfriend, Laura, living with me. Before I went to sleep I was thirsty and grabbed some cup that was on the counter. I looked inside to see if it was clean and it looked clean from what I could tell, but it was night and the lighting wasn't that good. I didn't smell anything in it. I drank water from it. Then I went to sleep and had this dream.

I was in the shower and Laura was in the bathroom. The cup I drank from was on the ground by the side of the tub. I looked down into it and since the lighting was much better I saw that the bottom of it was almost completely covered in some brown, dried stuff like that last thing someone had in it was syrup. There was dirt on the inside on the sides and a bunch of spider/cobwebs with a few spiders and several eggsacs littered throughout it. I hoped that it wasn't the cup I drank from, but Laura confirmed that it was.

I then looked at it again and the bottom was pretty clean. It only had spiderwebs with one spider and a few eggsacs on the top part. Laura said it was because when I drank it, most of the stuff came out with the water into my mouth. Then I woke up.

Pretty weird.

I JUST woke up from having a dream and the second I woke up, I tried to remember all of it but couldn't. In fact, as soon as the dream was over and I wasn't quite awake yet, I remember being unable to remember the beginning.

I was at the beach. From my point of view, I was facing the water and about 20 feet from it. It wasn't like a wide, open beach. There were trees on both sides of me about 50 feet in both directions blocking my view of anything but the sky. There was a very large rock half burried in the sand about the size of a van directly in front of me. Past the rock was the water, but it was more like a pool of water because about 10 feet past that was another much larger rock about 20 feet high. The 20-foot part was on the right, though, and only blocked half of my view. The rest of it stuck out of the water 10 feet and seperated the water there from the rest of the ocean, creating this little swimming hole. There was a rope hanging from the top of the rock.

Well, like I said, I don't remember how it started. The first thing I remember was being slightly above the pool of water and trying to float to the top with great difficulty. I noticed the rope but didn't make use of it. I was a ghost because I had died. I don't remember experiencing anything before this, but I do remember having memories of the stuff that happened in the dream before this point. By this time I had already been in this location before. I believe I was alive when the dream started and that my younger brother, Matthew, and I were swimming around here and rock climbing and somehow both of us died and were now ghosts. I remember having already flown past the giant rock, then turned left and back around to the beach a ways behind where I first described it. I had memories of flying to a man further back on the beach and speaking with him for a while about dying and being a ghost. He might have even given me advice. Then I headed back for the pool and tried to float up above the rock again, which is the first part of the dream I actually remember experiencing. It feels like this was already more than halfway into the dream and that I only remember experiencing the ending.

So I eventually floated above the rock and flew past it again, then turned left and around back to the beach. I couldn't just stop and turn around and fly back. I had to turn and fly around in a big arc, like 100 feet in radius, and I always turned to the left to do this. There was a girl near the van-sized rock that I had already spoken to, I believe, before or after the man. Matthew and I had spoken to her about dying and becoming ghosts as well, though she didn't have as much to tell us as the older man. Matthew was still down there talking to her. I don't remember what else he did in the dream before this. I just know that he was with me.

I continued my large arc and came back to the pool, I think, and tried to float above the rock again. I don't know whether I was practicing trying to fly from what the older man told me or not.

I remember that Matt and I had to go, though. It was like we had to go and end our conversation with the girl and maybe go somewhere else. I get a "well, it's getting late, we must be going" type of impression from what I remember feeling. For some reason, the song "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" from "The Wizard Of Oz" started playing as if it was a movie. It played from then until the dream was over. It wasn't the same voice as in the movie. It was a different female singer. It had a kinda sad, nostalgic sound to it. I can't remember the last time I heard that song, so it's not something I recently heard. It's still stuck in my head now as I write this.

I flew past the rock again while this song played, and flew up 50 feet into the air, turned left, and flew around in my 100-foot radius arc to circle around and get Matt so we could go. I don't think I saw the man anymore when my arc was approaching the area where he was. As I circled around so I could see the pool of water far ahead of and below me, I could only see the girl. Matt wasn't there. I noticed a dull, blue ribbon being carried by the wind in front of me and it was carried past me as I continued my arc to get back to the pool. It wasn't like a prize blue ribbon. Just a single, normal ribbon you would tie around a present. 1/4 inch wide and about a foot long. I remember Matthew having this ribbon. There was a good chance that it was the only thing left of him, meaning he had vanished. The ribbon flying in the wind went perfectly with the song being played. I still thought he could be around and I looked down at the girl and gave her a confused look like "huh? What's going on?" I didn't know what they had talked about after I left them. She just gave me a calm, knowing smile like she knew I was wondering where he was but that what happened was for the best, even if I didn't like it. I didn't want to think that he had moved on to the next world or whatever. I thought that maybe he was doing the right thing by moving on, but I didn't want him to. I wanted us to both stay in this world and I felt helpless as the ribbon, the only thing left of him, was carried away by the wind while the song continued to play. Then I woke up.

This dream left me with a weird nostalgic and sad feeling like I would never see my brother again. We're not that close in that we hang out with eachother really. We never hang out by ourselves. It's always with other members of our family. But in this dream, I felt closer to him because it was just me and him here. It was like we were for once spending time with just eachother.

This is also not the first dream where I dreamt I died, became a ghost, and flew around, but it is the coolest. On a side note, people have mentioned that colors mean something in dreams, so I have made an effort to remember specific colors in my dreams, but even then, I can never remember the colors of most anything in any of my dreams. It's just not something I noticed during the dream. The ONLY thing that I noticed the color of was the ribbon, which is why I made note of its color.

Went to bed at 3 and set my alarm for 5 so I could try tricking my body into thinking my mind was asleep after having 2 hours of sleep. Woke up at 5 and turned my alarm off (I think), then before I could even think of getting up, went right back to sleep. Woke up sometime around 9ish (I believe) with a song stuck in my head that I was listening to the night before, and random thoughts just started coming to my head while I was still half asleep. Not random dream thoughts or thoughts about my day. Just random thoughts. It wasn't until I woke up all the way and realized my stomach was hurting because I was starving that I should have been trying to remember my dream, but I couldn't pick anythig out of the random thoughts. Ugh. How annoying.

EDIT: Actually, 2 things today reminded me of something that happened before and I knew they didn't happen in real life, so they must have been in a dream. The first thing was just my dad walking up to me and saying "hi" while wearing some yellow or green work coveralls while I was walking past his work. See, my sister has a job opening where she works, which is the same place my dad does. I went and applied there and I told her that I sometimes see Dad when I walk by on my way to work and he talks to me a little. I was imagining him coming up to me when I told her this, but I remember that I didn't actually see him that day, yet I have a memory of him walking up to me wearing those coveralls after I applied for the job. He never wears coveralls. He's a photographer.

I have some other memory of asking people (either in real life or on a forum, I can't remember) what the differences are between a 32" HDTV and a 32" computer monitor. I was trying to decide which was better. Then I remember telling someone (might have been family member) who was going to get a 32" computer monitor that a 32" HDTV would be much cheaper. I actually had researched the difference between them a few days ago, but I never actually spoke to anyone about it.