Thread: Lab Coat Lady's Dream Journal

Okay, so my first dream journal entry! Last night I used sleeping pills to fall asleep, since I've been having trouble sleeping lately. I ended up waking up several times during the night. I'm not sure what stage of sleep I woke up from. It's strange, because I actually remember less of my dreams than I normally do. I blame the sleeping pills.

I dreamt I broke up with my boyfriend, and about two minutes after the break up he informed me that he was going out of town and wouldn't be back until December. I hugged him closely, and asked him not to leave. I felt very sad.

He invited me to come along with him, but I declined. Later, we ended up in this large, fancy-ish house. I was helping his family pack, but random things kept happening to slow us down. Someone commented on how someone must've wanted to be late, and I felt guilty because I thought maybe subconsciously I didn't want him to go.

That was it. I wrote down more than that, but the details were too vague (whoops) and I can't really fill in the blanks.

Tonight I dreamt that I was running an errand in my car, and the breaks went out. They became like a second gas pedal, so when I slammed on them I accelerated and smashed into a house. In the dream, I was thinking that I should flip the car over to stop myself from actually going through the brick. (Or whatever it was made of. Unclear.) So I did, and the car laid there with it's wheels spinning against whatever the house was made of. I climbed out safely.

Then, my boyfriend came to visit me. At first, the neighborhood we were in was mine. Things went well, he stayed for a few days but then I was too tired to walk him to his car when it was time for him to leave. (It was maybe a block walk.) Reluctantly, I did it when I realized it had hurt his feelings.

After that, things changed and the neighborhood turned into his. I was visiting him, and he was treating me poorly and hurting my feelings. He was being very curt, which is unlike him. When it came time for me to go, I looked through some of the jewelry he'd given me and contemplated wearing some. I looked at a ring specifically (one that doesn't exist in RL) and a rusty key on a chain that was something I made myself. (the actual key necklace does not exist, but the key does.) I ultimately decided not to wear any of them, because I didn't want to lose them.

That night, before I went to bed my boyfriend laid down next to me, looked me in the eye and asked questions/said sweet things about getting past this. I thought that meant we would cuddle, but I don't remember that happening afterward.

I packed up my stuff, and my boyfriend asked me if I'd gotten my car fixed or towed yet. I told him no, because I'd completely forgotten, and I felt really embarassed because I could tell he was looking down on me for that. I could hear my Mom's boyfriend (not sure why they were there) say, "I told you about that car" in the background. They were sitting on a dark green couch.

My boyfriend said "let's do the foreplay and then the intercourse," which meant let's go look for the car. Then he mentioned something about not riding in the back of the (chevy?), which meant he didn't want to have actual sex.

As we're walking to his car, I ask him why he's being so mean to me. He looked me in the eye and gave me a very specific response, but I don't remember what it was. I just remember that the response actually made me feel worse, because it wasn't as warm as I'd expected it to be.

Once we got going, the neighborhood turned into my own. We drove through a really fancy section looking for my car. We got somewhere with a cardboard box in their trashcan area and thought that maybe it was my car. I told my boyfriend to just drop me off here. I got my stuff out of the back, so that if it was my car and if it was still running, I could just leave without talking to him again. I was mad and making a point to show him. As I was getting my stuff from his trunk, I was thinking to myself about how both mean I'd dated turned out to be a-holes.

So I get out, and as I'm inspecting the box two of the neighbors come out. One of them was in a house behind the one whose trash I was looking at, and he had three barking dogs. Two golden labs and one black dog. So he sicks one dog on me, only the dog doesn't do any harm and I remain unphased.

My boyfriend magically appeared by my side when the other neighbor stepped out, this time in the house right in front of us. He was an eldery black man with grey hair, and he was balding with a bald spot on the top of his head. He gave us a number to call for the salvation army (or one of those places that gives you food/clothes/shelter.) I explained to him that I was looking for my car, and while I was doing that a shopping cart magically appeared in my hand. So I felt embarassed because he thought I was garbage picking.

My boyfriend and I went back to his car, and the other was there peeking at his rims. His (crappy RL car) has turned into a really fancy silver '08 car with green turn signals and fancy rims/tires I told the guy, "I see you looking at those tires," (playfully) and the guy explained he was checking out the rims. Then the other man told my boyfriend that that car was considered fancy in those parts.

And then my alarm clock went off.

I also had problems sleeping last night, so I took around four sleeping pills. I woke up at around hour five of sleep, I believe. I had scheduled seven hours, but it took me too long to fall asleep. I also decided to skip physically writing it down and just posting it here before I forgot.

Today's dream was centered around Valentine's Day. Somehow, I'd gotten back in touch with my ex and invited him to spend sometime with me. Things were going well, until I left the room in search of a present I'd thought was for him but had forgotten it was for my current boyfriend. (It was a furby.) My Mom came in and talked to him about something. Then he got upset that my current boyfriend was going to be over later, and we started arguing.

At one point, I was trying to calm him down and was close to kissing him, and he threw up in my face. I went to clean up, and then I lurked around downstairs somewhat and someone asked me to throw away a bag of gifts that he'd (my ex) gotten for me. It was a big box of chocolates, roses and some other things.

I went back upstairs, I don't remember what was happening at the time but I saw a lady and my boyfriend coming in downstairs, so I rushed into the bathroom to change. My ex told me that I should have introduced them earlier, and I told my ex that I was expecting him to wait upstairs.

I ended up falling asleep in the bathroom. When I woke up, I spent sometime with my current boyfriend. I can't remember much of what happened. I'll update this part later if I remember.

This dream is a two-parter, because I woke up inbetween and fell back asleep.

The second part involved the same people, only we were celebrating this Astronomy-based Holiday that only happened once in a large number of years. I was at my Grandparents house, and my Mom had said some things to me that made me very upset. So for a large majority of the time, I was crying and hugging people and going hysterical over how I was going to move out because I didn't want her to hurt me again. (Quite a common theme in my dreams as well as in RL.)

Apparantly, this astronomy-holiday also had the ability to resurrect the dead. So my Grandfather was there, and we all gave him very big hugs and took pictures. After I did that, my Grandma and Uncle tried to comfort me about what happened with my Mom, and then I went outside and laid in the grass to look at the stars.

They were showing Star Wars-themed constellations, using a special thing to project them into the sky. Some random star-based thing showed up and talked to me for a bit, I can't remember a word of what it said or what significance it had on the dream. When it left, the constellations began again and I tried to text my ex boyfriend to ask him if he was watching, only it was too dark to get the numbers in. I ended up "waking up," only I was still dreaming IRL. So I was suddenly inside this place, and I noticed that my phone was still in my hand. (Normally when I really wake up IRL, I can feel things I was holding "disappear." So I think for that brief moment I was aware I was dreaming, but it didn't last.)

I was still in a place that looked like my Grandma's house, only everyone was a child and had backpacks scattered all over a table. My family members (still older than me) were showing off their pictures of my Grandfather. The Holiday had allowed for some type of time travel, which meant that the pictures we took while my Grandfather was there would have aged to however long ago we were able to take them. For example, if we went back in time to 1955 to take the photos, they would be nine years old. In the dream, this was called "beaming." Although I should note that in the first part of the dream when we actually took the photos, no time travelling was involved.

I make my way around the table with all the children, and notice a young child that looks suspiciously like my ex. I plop my spider-man themed backpack down next to him and begin to slide my photo inside so that it doesn't get messed up. He (not knowing who I am) invites me to sit next to him in our next period, because there's a test on the X men next period and he always gets it wrong. I tease him about not watching the X men, but make sure to say that yes, I would love to.

Then I ask him to snap a picture of me, knowing that future-him (the timelines run parallel to each other) will see it age into a current picture of me. I stand up against the wall, try to decide if I look cuter with my hands at my side or on my hips, and smile really big.

The second half the dream was very emotional. It was as if I was meeting him for the first time. It was nice.

Anyway, that's it for today.

ETA: Oh yeah! I forgot to add that the "doot doot doot doot doot doot" from 1:13 on in On The Brink by Coheed and Cambria was playing in the background through the latter half of the dream with my ex. You're not gonna know what I'm talking about if you haven't heard the song. But it's a little note for me! xP

Whoops, I completely forgot to post my dream today. But anyway, here I am!

I dreamt that all the members of my favorite band, Coheed and Cambria, died. And that the memorial service was held on a boat in the river, only it was like a haunted amusement park ride. Arms kept popping out and everything.

Then later on in the dream, the band appeared live again and I had some one on one convo with the lead singer, Claudio Sanchez. I was half-naked and had a tattoo on my inner thigh that said "Claudio Sanchez was here," he was flattered but declined because he was seeing someone. He offered to do something else, I forgot what it was though. Probably take a picture with me.

The dream was pretty much centered around the band. At one point I was about one foot away from him and about to ask for an autograph, but I chickened out.

All is not lost however, as I've already met him twice IRL and have two autographs from him. Tease me all you want, dream, but I've already beaten you! Buahaha!

I'm still alive. :wave: I had a bad nightmare one night, and decided not to post it here because I didn't want to relive it. Then I just kind of fell off the bandwagon. I'm going to resume today, though.