Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I remember being outside at night with my friend Dakota. Someone else was there too, but I can't remember who. We were having to fight zombies. It was like a video game, where we had to kill these different types of zombies in one level to get to the next one. In this level, one of the first levels (there were 1 or 2 before this one), there were 3 different types of zombies to kill, each type deadlier and harder to kill than the last, and we only had a limited amount of ammo.

I remember before we went out into the level (we were just hanging out behind something so the zombies wouldn't see us), I was telling Dakota about what I did in the previous level (Dakota had gone through it already; he was at this level way before me). It had a beach on it, and I told him that after killing a few zombies, I laid down on the beach. If zombies came up after that, I'd just take them out. That level really wasn't that hard compared to the one we were in now.

I remember seeing, at some point, Dakota or the other person that was with us, fighting with someone's mom, I don't remember if it was Dakota's mom or the other guy's mom. But they were arguing about when they had to be home by.

Alright, back to the zombies. First, I remember talking to Dakota about what would happen if we lost all our lives. I asked him something about if we'd just come back or if we'd really die. He said if we lost all of our lives, we'd really die. It was real life, after all.

We decided to go out and kill some zombies. We went out from behind our little area. The zombies started to come out. We were shooting down the easier ones to kill. Not too bad, but then we got to the last ones. They didn't look like zombies, but more like almost invisible aliens with this big blue light streak going horizontally through their mid-sections. Dakota was telling me to shoot them, trying to instruct me what to do. I was trying to take one down, but he kept hitting me. I finally ran out of ammo and then energy, and died. I thought I was dying for real, because I thought it was my last life. But then, I was back where we started, sitting behind something with Dakota. We had been so close to completing the level!

I remember coming out from behind our little area a few times and killing off the easier zombies. Those crazy alien-like ones were really difficult to kill, and were very aggressive. We were trying to prepare ourselves for that.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a room with my ex, Chris. We were laying in bed, though the set up was weird. We weren't laying next to one another, but he was laying on the opposite side of the bed than me so our feet were facing each other's heads. I apparently lived with Chris. I remember getting up out of bed to take some Tylenol because my whole body was sore (pain leaking into my dream from waking life...sore from dancing all night a couple of nights ago). I got back into bed.

I then remember us getting up out of bed. Chris looked so much different. He was muscular and toned (in waking life he's very big). I thought he had done a good job working out to get to this point. When he talked to me, though, he was a huge douchebag. I don't remember exactly what he said, but he was being an ass. I then knew that we weren't really together anymore, we just still lived together.

Then I remember being in bed with Chris again, although this time, he was sleeping next to me. I wanted to cuddle with him, but refrained. I knew he probably didn't want to. I remembered that we hadn't even had sex in forever.

~

I remember being in the middle of town somewhere with a whole bunch of other people. The sky was grey and cloudy. I was mad at myself because I kept somehow missing History class at 10:25. I had only been to one the whole semester apparently.

Anyway, I then remember seeing some person in a cape fly in front of us. He landed and started to talk to us. He looked like a superhero. He was basically telling us to remain calm, and explaining to us that some sort of disaster had occurred. I figured out that the disaster was a volcanic eruption. The man in the cape flew away. I asked myself if I was dreaming, but it felt so real that I didn't possibly think I was. I thought the superhero man had just been using special effects to make it look like he was flying. I then took my phone out of my pocket and looked at it. I had missed calls and texts from my college's emergency alert system. One of the texts said there was some sort of government warning.

I then remember seeing flashes of parts of my town covered in volcanic ash, signs that had been knocked over and destroyed, buildings that were hit. I asked someone where the volcano was, and they replied "Ashwood". I was really shocked and upset by that, because I used to live there, and I have a really good friend who still lives there. I immediately wanted to make sure she was alright.

Then, I saw these women dressed in all purple who had this eerie calm about them as they tried to get the crowd to listen to them and not panic. I knew they were trying to trick us, into what, I'm not sure, but I didn't trust them, not for a second. I remember one approaching me and trying to talk to me, holding out her hand, but I told her no.

I thought that this must be the end of the world, or at least the beginning of the end.

I was then in some hotel room by the beach. I walked out onto the balcony, and saw that the volcanic eruption had taken out the railing on the balcony. I saw a couple of the chairs laying in the hill of sand that had accumulated up to the balcony. I looked to my left, and saw the rest of the hotel was in the same situation. I watched the waves of the rough ocean crash onto this wooden walkway that was used for beach access. I knew it was only a matter of time before it was destroyed by the waves. I then saw some lady push these girls sleeping in these beach chairs off the balcony and onto the sand hill. I thought she was just trying to wake them up by doing so. The girls woke up and started to laugh as they went down the hill.

I then remember being in the hotel room, and seeing my mom there as well. A lady in purple was also in there, calmly trying to tell me what to do, all with the eerie, calm smile on her face. My mom was trying to get me to listen to her, but I wouldn't. I turned and ran out of the hotel room.

~

I was in my house. I remember being in the bathroom, looking for some Tylenol or some pain medicine. I rummaged through this basket we have sitting on the bathroom counter. At the very bottom, I found a sample pack of Xanax. I thought it was probably very old. I looked at the date on it, at it had expired in 2006. I didn't care. I opened the pack, which contained a sample of not only Xanax, but another sample of some sleep aid and one of some allergy medicine. I took out the Xanax, which was in yet another pack within the pack. I opened it and took some Xanax. My brother then came in the room and asked why the Xanax was there. I told him I took some.

Then, I remember being in a hotel by the beach again. It was the same one from the previous dream. The balcony was still messed up from the sand hill. I remember my friend Virginia being there, though there were definitely some other people there as well. We were on some trip. I remember us going down the elevator. Our room was on the 4th floor.

I then remember us being in some hallway. We were trying to figure out how we were going to do this performance. We were going to all dance to "Love Game" by Lady Gaga. We just needed more people for it, and had a lot of details to sort out. I remember Virginia cutting up some strawberries and putting them in this plastic container. I helped her cut some up. I remember she said we needed 20 pieces. When we were done, we had to take them back out. Something about the way we drew them out of the container determined something for the show. I remember us talking about how we needed to keep the costs down to $150 per person who was participating (we apparently had a lot of stuff we had to pay for for the show). I remember someone talking about everyone paying $200, but I said that wouldn't work. They argued with me a little.

I then remember having my own apartment again. I had just moved in. I had a cat and 5 mice as pets. The mice were running around under some TV stand. I was keeping the cat from messing with the mice. I looked under the bed, and I saw a pair of shining eyes. I thought it was a rat, and I was a little upset, because I had just moved in. I shouldn't have rats. I then remember leaving, and worrying about the pet mice. I don't remember where I went, but I came back. Lo and behold, what I thought had been a rat under the bed was really another cat. He was brown with fuzzy, messed up fur. I tried locating the mice. I found them under the TV stand. 4 were still alive, and one, a red one, was dead and bleeding. I was really upset. I collected the rest of the mice into the container that Virginia had used for the strawberries. There were still a couple of slices in there. I closed the container. All the mice just stood at the edge of the box and stared outside (the box was clear).

Then, I remember seeing the cats talking to one another. They were talking about leaving into the apartment next door through these open windows. There were more cats over there, apparently. They wanted to visit them, and have them be able to visit. I said no, and closed the windows. One of the cats said
"I can just open the windows again."
I was pissed.

Dream - Lucid

I remember being with my coworker, Dakota. He and I were going through some kind of video game scenario where I had to collect 160 items (they were just a bunch of random items).

We were running through an old building. The building had 3 stories. I could get to the first two easily. I did so as I ran through the hallways, collecting all the items. When I finished doing that, I realized I still was lacking about 30 items. I remember asking Dakota how I could get to the third story. I don't remember what he said, but after that, I got to the third story and collected the rest of the items.

~

I remember being on vacation. I think Mary Katherine was there. I remember swimming in a pool outside on a sunny day. Then, I remember something about exploding cats in the pool. Belle, my kitten, was one of them. I was mad at my mom for killing the cats. I also remember something about different pools being open at different times. I remember dreading the end of my vacation.

I also remember being able to breathe underwater as I swam in the pool. It was supposed to be something called "circular breathing" (something I learned about when I was in band in waking life). I could breathe through my nose under the water if I did it a certain way.

I remember waking up in the middle of swimming and breathing underwater.

~

I was in a hair salon. I was supposed to be getting my hair cut (which I desperately need to do in waking life -_-). I sat down in a chair, and the lady asked me what I wanted. I told her
"Just a trim, to get rid of these janky highlights."
I then asked her if layers would look good, and she told me she didn't think so. I told her to skip the layers then.

The lady then proceeded to dump a bowl of milk on my head to wet my hair. I thought that was weird. It was apparently supposed to be healthy for your hair. I remember feeling the cold of the milk spilling over my head and down onto the smock that they had put on me. She then combed it out and started cutting away. I noticed that she was cutting it way too short. I heard her say something about a bob cut. I told her to please not do that. She laughed and said she wasn't.

She finished hacking off my hair, and it actually looked quite nice. The back was covered in bright orange, yellow, and red highlights, though they were only temporary colors. I put my hair up in a ponytail. It really looked good! I remember seeing my coworker, Kim, and she said she really liked my hair. I told her thank you.

I walked up to the counter to pay. No one was there. I waited...and waited...and waited. Still, no one showed up. I decided to leave. I'm not going to sit here and wait to pay if no one's gonna come take my money. As I started to leave, this HUGE, long tongue of some beast whipped out of nowhere and smacked me. If I tried to move, it would try to hit me. It was kind of freaky. The tongue also looked like it had been injured; it looked like the pink skin had been peeled back on half of it to reveal a white interior. Ew.

So I guess this was weird, because I realized I must be dreaming. I did a finger count to make sure...6 fingers on my left hand. I decided I needed to get out of there, it was such a silly situation. I remember seeing Kacey and laughing, telling her to come with me. She looked different, however. Her hair was darker and her face just looked different. She didn't follow me as I flew into the air.

I remember flying through some casino or arcade. I would fly up through the roof, and then down back into the building. I didn't want to lose the dream.

Then, I remember being back at the hair salon where the giant tongue was. I remembered that I had wanted to try to use my new portal system to try to visit Teraluna. I approached a wall and drew a circle. Hmm, too small. I drew another one, and it seemed big enough. I wrote "Teraluna" inside of it, and colored the circle in.

I jumped through into a black room. In front of me to my right was an opening into another place. I entered it. I was in some condo by the beach. I took off and flew out of the room. I smiled as I flew over a beautiful landscape of flowing waters, trees, and other plants. All of the colors were very vivid. The water was some of the clearest water I have ever seen in my life. The lighting told me that it must be dusk.

I decided to follow the flow of the water to the ocean. I flew over creeks, small lakes, and rivers, and finally got to the ocean. It looked like dusk over the calm sea. I laughed and said
"This is Teraluna!"
I did some finger counts while I was here, and I always counted 5 fingers, though I still knew I was dreaming.
It was so beautiful!

Dream - Lucid - AP

All I remember from this dream is that I was talking to two guys about shared dreaming, or something about dream interpretation. I was asking them some questions. I felt like they had some sort of authority on the subject.

~

I made some weird apple drink. It looked just like apple juice. I made it in one of the tall, clear glasses we use at work for our cold drinks. I put it in a bag to take with me wherever I was going. I thought the drink was going to taste amazing. I remember one of the ingredients being apple cider vinegar. When I got to where I was going (can't recall where that was), I took the drink out of my bag. I looked at it, and thought that there was ice in it, when really, there wasn't. There were, however, croutons floating at the top of the glass.

I took a sip and immediately spit it out. It wasn't near as delicious as I thought it was going to be. It almost tasted like warm, sweet pickle juice. I tried it again, and spit it out. Another girl was next to me, and said something about the drink.

Then, I was outside somewhere. I was with my friend from work, Nate. We went down this path that went down a hill, and came across this bicycle. It was purple and flowery. Nate said he was going to take it. He took it, then went home.

Then, my boss found me at the bottom of the hill. She asked me something about Nate stealing a bike. I said I was there for it, but I wasn't going to go get it from him or turn him in. She got really upset with me; I think she suspended me from work. I didn't care though; I didn't want Nate to get in trouble.

Then, I remember trying to find Nate. I found his house. There was a pick-up truck parked outside in a gravel driveway. I remember being very happy to see Nate. I told him about my boss.

~

I was with my family, and we were going on a vacation. I think we were in the Bahamas. At any rate, I know we were on an island. We were staying in a little vacation home at the edge of the island. We were standing on the beach outside the home. There was a man with us, showing us around and showing us the vacation home. He told us to be careful at night if we were going out, because the wolves came out at night. I remember pondering how people even went out at night there because of that.

Then, I remember being inside the vacation home, close to the front door. It was nighttime, and my mom opened the door from outside. She was trying to get me to help her fight off this wolf that had followed her to the door. At that moment, the wolf bounded through the door, and jumped on me. He had me pinned against the wall. I was pretty scared. I remember feeling his gray fur against my hands, as I tried to push him off. I remember feeling his weight against me, and how heavy and bulky he felt. I don't remember who got the wolf off of me, but someone did.

Then, I remember my old friend/an ex, Jake, being there. I told him about the wolves. A lot of the time he was there, I remember him acting childish and pouty. I don't remember much else about him being there though.

~

I was outside, in what looked like my old high school's courtyard. It was very cloudy and windy outside. Kacey was with me. I had a binder in my hands, and was holding it above my head. This was causing me to float through the air when the wind blew under it. Kacey had a balloon, and was using that to do the same thing. She told me to try it. I got a balloon, and floated around with Kacey as the wind blew us. We were laughing and having a great time, as the wind would take us high into the air, and then back down.

Then, I had to go back inside to take a Data Analysis test (this class is on my mind a lot, apparently). I entered the classroom, and it was HUGE, way bigger than my actual Data Analysis classroom. There were also many, many more people, and two professors were teaching it, as opposed to one. I remember one of them being an older man with gray hair. He was going bald. All of the tables and seats in the classroom were white.

I sat down in the back of the classroom to take the test. I thought I had been very prepared, but as I took the test, I didn't feel near as confident as I thought (this actually happened a few days ago in waking life, though not to this extreme of an extent). I was one of the first ones done, so I got up and left. I went into the hallway to find my balloon, but it was gone. I tried to get another one from someone. They gave it to me, but I went back into the classroom and left it, hoping that it would still be there when I returned.

Everyone was still sitting down, even though many were done with the test. I figured I probably needed to stay as well. I went back to my seat. There was a black woman sitting next to me. She was still working on her test. My test was still sitting in front of me. There was a stack of tests in the middle of the table we were sitting at. I started to compare my answers to some of the answers on the test on the top of the stack. Hmm...mine seemed way off. I also didn't remember doing the last extra credit problems that everyone else had filled out. I looked, and I had done them. Whew. I then saw other people had the plus/minus sign next to a lot of their answers. Shit, I meant to do that, but forgot. I then was trying to remember if there was a question about confidence intervals, because I thought that was supposed to be on the test. I put my test on the top of the stack, turning it over first so no one could see the answers. Well, that didn't work, because apparently, I had done my test in red pen, and it had bled through to the other side. The black lady sitting next to me asked me if the last problem was way off. She drew a half of a box around my bottom answer in red pen to indicate what she was talking about. I shrugged.

Then, the tests were taken up. We all had to stand up and listen to the old man professor talk. There were boxes of cinnamon rolls in some of the seats around us (and yet again, work creeps into my non-work related dream). The boxes were a clear turquoise/teal-ish color. A girl next to me opened one of the boxes, and broke a piece off of a cinnamon roll, and snuck it in her purse. I thought about doing the same; I started to open a box, but decided not to at the last minute. I then thought that since she had done it, others that saw her would follow suit, as that is only human nature. I then saw a few other people doing the same thing.

We were filing out of the classroom, and there were balloons people were taking. I wanted one, but by the time I got up to where they were, they had all been taken. My other one was also gone. Bummer.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was in a computer lab at a library. My brother was doing an assignment for school. My mom was there too.

Then, I remember I was outside, at something like band camp. I borrowed some markers from my brother to write on this poster with. I was with some friends. My brother was on the other side of the parking lot we were in. I remember using an orange sharpie to write with. My brother came back for his markers, and he tried to take the orange sharpie, but that one was mine, and I wouldn't let him have it. He tried to pull it out of my hands, but I kept it.

Then, I was at a restaurant. It was nighttime. I was sitting across from the bar at a tall table by myself. My family was in the restaurant somewhere. My friend Bret showed up, and took out a bag of weed. He gave it to me, and I took a huge nug out of the bag. I wondered where we could even go smoke it, since I live with my parents again. Then, the restaurant manager, a short, stout woman with short, red hair and glasses, came up to us and politely asked us to leave. She didn't say why, but we knew I knew it was because of the weed. We got our things together and got in the car.

At some point during all of this, I realized I was dreaming, but I quickly forgot and continued on with the dream. -_-

~

I was at my house, sitting in my pajamas on my bed. I was on the computer, looking at this computer program that would insert videos of people into music video-type things, and make it look like you were singing a song. I was playing with it, when my mom yelled for me. I ignored her. She continued to get more and more angry.

I went downstairs, and she was at the kitchen table. She was trying to get me to take my cat to the vet, because I had said I was going to, but I kept ignoring her yells, and responded by telling her to hold on, and that I was busy. I felt so irritated, but I kept a calm front.

Then, I went back upstairs, and my brother was using the computer program. There was a video on it of Austin and I in a studio, me with a microphone in my hand and him beside me with headphones, and we were singing "Celebrate Good Times". I was wearing a dark turquiose shirt with silver things on the front of it. We were smiling and having a great time. I was trying to remember when exactly a moment like that happened when Austin and I were together, beceause what I was seeing had happened about 2-3 years ago, when Austin and I were still together.

My mom then came upstairs and calmly talked to me about my cat and the vet. I listened and told her I'd take her to the vet. She asked me about something else then, and I told her I hadn't done that yet. We were both trying not to get too irritated with one another.

Then, she left, and I was in the program on the computer. I was walking through a restaurant by the beach. There were many people in there eating. I knew it was in the past. In fact, it was my mom's past. I walked through the restaurant, and saw my mom sitting at a table with a black woman with very short hair. They were chatting away. For some reason, I thought they might be on a date (weird!). Behind them was a table of my mom's old friends. They were all sitting at a booth in a corner. They seemed like they were having a good time.

Then, someone asked if they all wanted to go sing on the beach, and they all agreed that they wanted to, but they wanted to do drugs first. I started walking towards the exit of the restaurant to get to the beach, and I saw one of my mom's female friends, who had long, black hair, take out some cocaine and form it into a line on the table. I thought that was odd, because she was in the middle of a restaurant.

I was then outside on the beach. It was a cloudy evening. The sand was damp beneath my feet, and some of it closer to the shore had a blue-green tint to it. I turned around, and many of my mom's friends were standing outside with me. One of them, a man, was smoking a cigar and sitting at a table right outside the restaurant. At first, I thought it was a blunt, but he said something about his weed getting blown off his balcony. His two front teeth were stained black and blue, they looked bruised and rotting. A man walked up next to him with a joint. I was going to ask him for a hit, but I decided not to. They were all overlooking the ocean.

~

I was at Universal Studios with my family. My mom wanted to go see this show, and we had to wait for the next one to start. I decided I needed to use the restroom at this point, and went down a flight of stairs to get to the bathroom. I entered a stall, and sat on the toilet.

Then, a group of 4 or 5 girls came in. They were about my age, maybe a little younger. They all came into my stall, even though I was obviously using it. They started making fun of me and being mean to me, pushing me around and such. I didn't say much of anything, but I felt chewing gum in my mouth. I took it out and stuck it in one of the girls' hair. She didn't notice as I wound it up in there nice and tight. They all left, and as they were leaving the bathroom, I heard the girl scream as she discovered the gum.

I continued to sit on the toilet, and I saw a black tube that looked like a tube of hair product sitting on the toilet paper dispenser. I picked it up. The writing on it was in purple. I read it, and it was instructions on how the girls were going to get revenge on me for the gum. It said something about them getting one of the girls really drunk first. It also said they were going to attack me in the 2nd stall, or something like that. Thats as far as I read before I discovered my phone had gone off. It was a man I know in waking life, Mason. It was a picture of him, the way he looked before he cut his hair. The message said something about him cleaning up and thinking he looked much better with his hair cut.

The girls then came back in the bathroom. My things were scattered all over the stall. They came into the stall, and tried to take all my things. I gathered them up as I was trying to leave from under the door in the stall. The only item of mine they got was a light blue denim jacket. They threw it in a fire they had set in the corner of the stall. They almost set one of the other girls' purses on fire, but she stopped them in time. I remember one of the girls being black with short hair and a yellow hat.

I was then outside with my parents. They were talking to someone. We were sitting in a circle. The dream started to fade, and as it was doing so, I realized I was dreaming, but it was too late. I woke up.