Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I was living in some strange society that very much so valued pregnancy. Everyone was still human, but there were these weird dolls that looked like small, humanoid potatoes whose bellies would pop out if you were pregnant. It's like you'd set it, it would tick like an egg timer for a few seconds, and then, either the belly would pop out or it wouldn't. The dolls were sitting on a small side cabinet type thing. The people in charge kept them. They were checked daily.

I was pregnant, but only a week into it. I was still married to Dallas, but for some reason, I wanted to bring Cherie' into our relationship. I did something to where it "set" her to being my wife too. I saw a diagram of her laying in the middle of my bed. I then somehow "set" her to be pregnant too. She did not know about any of this.

I then changed my mind, however, and changed her "settings" back to how they were before, not with Dallas and I and not pregnant. I then went to check my doll, and its belly did pop out. Cherie' was right behind me, and went to do the same when I was finished. I watched her from behind. She said, before anything happened with the doll,
"There's no way I'm pregnant."
The doll's timer clicked a few times, and then its belly then popped out. She was quite surprised. I knew that she would soon have a miscarriage, however, since I "set" her back to not being pregnant. I did not say anything to her as this all was happening.

Then, I was thinking about being pregnant. I then thought about how some people just gave birth to photographs, not babies. I wondered if I was going to be one of those people.

Dream skip. I was inside some building. Others were there as well. I was watching a blue octopus "walk" on the land. He was quite close to me, and I was quite taken by the creature. A man then crushed the octopus against a wall to kill it. It then looked like it had deflated. I was so pissed that someone would do something like that! The poor creature! The man carried off the deflated body of the octopus.

I was then with someone, and we were looking for the guy. We were walking around in some hotel/apartment type building. We found him in a room, and it was a man I work with, Barry. I then couldn't be too mad at him, because Barry is a nice guy.

Then, this other person and I were outside watching this guy delivering a pizza to a couple of people on the other side of a barbed-wire fence. The pizza was in its box and the box was inside of a white plastic bag. There may have been other food in there as well. He tossed it into the fence, and it got stuck towards the top. The people on the other side couldn't get it, but the pizza guy started to walk away like he didn't care. The person I was with and I went to go dislodge the bag for the people on the other side of the fence. We started to do so, trying not to get pricked by the barbed wire, and then, I woke up to the sound of my cat playing with a plastic bag.

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I was at a school/job, taking some art course. I, IWL, do not draw or paint. I was learning in the dream, and had to take over for someone for awhile whose normal job was to keep up with all the artwork by doing the art and then keeping up with and maintaining it. There was a lady who then came in to make sure I was doing everything correctly. She commented on these shelves that had lots of paintings on them, and how they needed to be straightened up. I looked at the shelves, and they were indeed covered in paintings. I told her I was getting to it and that I had just gotten there. She then handed me a paper that showed how I had scored. I did great in everything; it showed 100s next to many explanations, but there was one that had a 7. It meant a 7/10. I was pretty sure it had to do with maintaining the shelves.

I then was in the art room drawing and looking at the classic-looking analog clock on the wall. I noticed it was almost time for me to take my lunch; I was going from noon-1. I was drawing the silhouette of a woman with long, flowing hair holding a rose.

I then told someone I was going to lunch. I then went into a band room. The chairs were set up in an arch, as you usually see in a band room. I saw my old friend from high school band, Alex S., sitting on the far right side in the front with his trombone. Other people were in there as well. He asked something about bass trombones, and who played. I raised my hand, and he said
"You play?" He seemed excited. I then said
"No, but you play both, don't you?"
He said yes, he did. He then got up to let me have his seat. I walked up to the seat, and took the trombone. I hit it against something on accident, and it made a "dong" noise a couple of times. I was a little embarrassed. I then was not holding a trombone, but a violin, I believe. I then noticed my old cat, Ziggy, sitting close by. He was watching me. I looked into his eyes, and asked him with my mind
"How am I doing? Am I doing alright?"
I was referring to the art now. It was like he had been there for the review that the lady gave, or he was somehow also the lady who gave it.
He started at me, looking into my eyes as if to acknowledge that I was communicating with him. I noticed how big his eyes were. I "remembered" how he always sat in that spot by the low brass section. I then saw his tail flick the ground. His tail looked fluffy and brown, in contrast to his orange and white fur, though, in the dream, I cannot remember what color his fur was. I knew it was Ziggy, but his fur looked different, though I could't tell you exactly how.

My husband's alarm then woke me up.

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IWL, Ziggy was my best buddy growing up. He was, to me, a guardian. He watched over me and was always there when I was sad or sick. He made sure I was alright at all times. We had to put him down when I was 14 years old because he was very old (18) and very sick. I miss him still, even now that 12 years have passed since then.

Dream - Lucid

I was at some art show/contest. I remember wondering whether or not I should enter, because I don't paint or draw, but I take decent photographs and I write. I was wondering whether or not it would be ok for me to enter a poem or story. I remember knowing that the show wasn't just for paintings and drawings, but for all forms or art, even written art. I believe I did enter a written piece.

I also remember I had just started a new job at some restaurant, even though my boss was the same as she is in my waking life job. I remember coming into work and putting an apron on. It was my second day on the job, and I remember asking my boss what I needed to do. I rang someone up on the touch screen register, but then I went in the back and did some stuff. I knew that I was supposed to be back there anyway. I had to learn all the stuff back there before I learned register.

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My mom was taking me to Ryan's (I guess for some reason I couldn't drive myself?). It was nighttime, and I had decided to get back together with him. My mom pulled up into Ryan's driveway and I got out of the car. I saw him through a window. He was wearing a forest green apron. I started getting a sinking feeling, the same that I had been getting before we ended things.

I entered the garage, and Ryan was in there with tons of food all lined up on a table. He had been grilling.
"You've been out there grilling in the rain?", I asked.
"Yup.", he said.
The sinking feeling in my stomach only got worse. I knew I couldn't really do this, as ideal as it may seem.

I said something along the lines of
"I can't do this, Ryan."
He just kinda smirked at me and said that I should probably take off, and that he was going somewhere too.
"Where are you going?", I asked.
He looked at me with that sick smirk on his face and said
"Don't even worry about it."
I asked him to please tell me, but he just repeated his previous statement.

I then remember being outside. Someone else was with me, asking if my mom was coming back to pick me up. I told them yes. I remember many people being in the front yard. I saw my mom's car approaching the house from the right.

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I remember being behind some counter. I have no idea where I was, but it looked like a cloudy day outside. I remember seeing lots of girls all dressed up to go to prom. One girl walked up beside me. She looked like a girl I knew back in high school named Emma. She wasn't too dressed up, just wearing a nice top and a skirt. I remember it was my high school's prom night. I saw some marker board outside that had all this stuff written on it about the prom.

I then remember I was doing something behind the counter, when one of my professors walked up next to me. We still haven't met in waking life, but we email back and forth about a class I need to take to graduate. I remember looking at my phone and seeing that she finally had answered all my emails. I remember the first part of one said "(hurry)". I don't remember what else it said though.

I didn't think the professor had seen me, but she turned around. She had a white mug of coffee sitting by some papers. I almost spilled it, and apologized to her. She was nice about it and said that was alright. She then recognized me and asked me how I was. I told her I was alright and asked her the same. She then started talking to me about how I needed to hurry up and get the class approved by my advisor. She was saying that I needed to hurry because my advisor would give me some refund if I had everything approved by a certain time, I can't remember what it was anymore though. I told her thank you, and she left. She approached another lady and they had accidentally switched coffees.

Then, I remember sitting down with my mom. We were eating some pasta dish, but instead of regular noodles, she had used rice noodles, and she had made the sauce with soy instead of dairy. My mom was complaining that it didn't have enough flavor. I agreed with her. We still kept eating.

We ate in silence for awhile, and I started to let my mind wander as I thought about how I needed a new bike. I remember seeing a flash of some bike rack that was attached to the side of a big drainage ditch, right above the hole where the water flowed through. I remember many bikes being on it, I specifically remember a light pink one being on the very far left side. I knew that was where Kacey usually kept her bike.

I then stopped thinking about that and was still eating the pasta. I told my mom
"I forgot I was even eating rice noodles and that there's soy in the sauce!"
My mom said
"Me too!"
The pasta really wasn't that bad after all.