Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I was in a building, working on re-stringing a guitar. The strings were all in place except for one or two. I looked at them very closely, and they didn't really look like guitar strings at all, but different types of silver necklaces. The one I was working on looked like it was made of small ball bearings.



I started to tighten it into place. When I felt it was just tight enough, I started to pluck it. Hmm. It still seemed a bit loose; it gave a bit instead of making a sound.

Then, I was talking to someone about chewing tobacco. I was being told that someone else really likes it to be as fresh as possible. I then had some chewing tobacco, and I put some in my mouth and literally started to chew on it. I then remembered that that isn't how you actually use it. I put it in my lip instead. I wondered why the hell I was doing it, because I hate chewing tobacco, not to mention it's terrible for you.

At some point, I did go back to trying to put the string on correctly.

~

I was going on a trip with my family. I mainly remember my mom being there. We were going somewhere in Georgia, Marietta I believe, and it was tax-free weekend, so the roads were bad, and the town was crowded. I saw many streets with people and cars on them. I remember seeing cars driving up some concrete stairs outside somewhere.

I then saw my old boss, Sherry. She was standing in a doorway, and had a bunch of things behind her, though I have no idea what they were. She was telling me that the roses I was bringing with me should be killed when I was done with them. It had something to do with the chance that the roses could spread something. She then walked away. I couldn't bear to kill roses! I imagined myself purposely killing roses by pulling them apart. I just couldn't bear to. I would not do it. I told my mom I couldn't kill the roses.

~

I was observing some dinosaurs. It was daytime in a desert oasis type region. I saw a green parasaurolphus laying down by a lake. I thought about how hot she must be, and how she probably would have to stick her head in the water to cool down since she was cold-blooded.



I then was inside the scene, swimming in a nearby cave full of water. It was a shallow cave, and I was right by the opening. A green velociraptor started to swim towards me from outside. I knew I needed to avoid him so he wouldn't see me. I started to quietly swim to the side. I went underneath part of the rock structure and out of the line of the raptor's vision. He swam past me. I was still cautious so as not to attract his attention.

~

I was working where I am now, but it was ran from the water. Like...being in the a pool and swimming was part of the job.

I was then in a back stockroom. It was absolutely huge, way bigger than IWL. The floors were filthy, covered in grains and stuff to make bread. I thought about how this must attract pests. I also had never remembered seeing it so filthy before.

I was then sitting down in a hallway. I don't remember what I was doing, but I was sitting with my back against the wall. I then saw a small, grey creature about the size of an iguana zooming around the wall and onto the ceiling. I thought that it was a huge spider, but then I thought that there was no way there was a spider that big. It must be a lizard of some sort. It scurried into an opening on the ceiling. I then caught a glimpse of its six legs. Whaaat?! I was thinking about whether or not there was a species of lizard that has 4 legs and 2 small arms, but nothing came to mind. Weird.

I was then telling my boss, Shannon, about what happened. She interrupted my story when I was telling her about it, saying
"A gecko?" as if she knew exactly what it was.
"No," I said, "It had 8 legs! It was a spider!"
I said it had 8 even though it had six. I thought about this in the dream, and how it was inaccurate. I did not correct myself, however.
This seemed to be satisfying enough for Shannon. She did not argue about what it was anymore.

We were then in a pool, and Brandi, a lady I used to work with at my old job, was there as well. Shannon was there also. I was some sort of lead baker. Brandi had been as well, but she couldn't handle it and had to step down. I "remembered" her getting really stressed out. She did the right thing though by stepping down. Now it was just me. I wondered if I could handle it.

There was then a meeting in the pool. I got on a swim noodle and headed over to the group. I did something to try to be funny, but no one laughed or anything. I felt stupid. I then went underwater with the noodle, and it was taking me a way longer time than I thought it would to get back up to the surface. I wondered when my head would break the surface, because I could only hold my breath for so long. I kept thinking it should have already come, and that I would feel it any second.

I do not remember if I ever made it back up or not, because my husband's alarm woke me up.

~

Second time in the past week or so that I've dreamed about having to re-string an instrument. I do not play any string instruments IWL, and have no experience re-stringing anything.

Also, dinosaurs. Fuck yeah!

Dream - Lucid

I was at work, ringing people up. The store looked a bit different than it does IWL. The store was dim; many of the lights had been turned off. There weren't many people inside either.

A customer kept coming up to my register over and over, a really sweet, chubby woman with her short hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a black shirt with a hot pink collared one underneath. She would come up and talk to me for a little bit, then go and keep shopping. She did this 3 times or so before she was finally ready to check out. She only had two or three items. As I was sliding them over the reader to scan the barcodes, I asked her (one) of the required questions:
"Would you like to open a charge card with us? I can save you up to 30%."
I thought I saw her shake her head no, but when I said "no?" she said yes, she did want a card. I got excited, since so few people say yes to that question, and, as a store, we have to get so many a day.
"Yes! Great!!" I said, feeling like I had shown my excitement a bit too much, and started to explain the process to her. I got it so she could fill out the app herself on the pinpad. She talked to me as she filled it out.

Then, when we submitted the application, the computer shut down! Oh crap. The app was lost, and we'd have to start over again. The computer came back up with this desktop background of what looked like a sunset on a dock where some sailboats were tethered. The program then came back up, and we started the app over, this time, with me doing it on my side of the register. She didn't seem too upset about it. She was still upbeat and smiling. She was telling me about some vacation she was going on. I looked at her driver's license and filled out the app, which looked a bit different than it does IWL. It asked me the same basic questions, like name and such, but instead of the questions being listed from left to right, they were listed up and down.

I got to the end of the app, and there were some weird questions that seemed to be quizzing me on my customer, like where she was going on vacation and stuff. I just kept talking to the customer and tried to think of the answers, and eventually, I had to just make some up. I went back to the top of the app to have the customer type in her SSN, but the box for SSN had disappeared completely. Ugh...now it probably isn't going to work again, but I hit submit anyway.

And of course, it didn't work. The computer froze for a second, then brought me back to the screen where you ring things up. UG09w3urp9ouhwe98hdg. This poor lady...and she was being so patient! I told her that the app stuff was being glitchy, and I'd just give her the 30% off anyway.

Then, suddenly, we were on a beach. The cloudless sky looked as if the sun was rising; it was painted with soft pinks and blues. We were standing at the mouth of a cave, overlooking the beach. The water seemed calm; it was beautiful. I plopped down in the sand, laying down in it on my back. I said
"This is the life, huh?" to the customer, and she seemed distracted, like she was ready to be done and out of the store. Can't say I blamed her; she had been there for forever.

We were then back in the dim store, and a couple of other women were there, trying to get the app thing to work for my customer. One of them was a manager, the other, a cashier like me. I told the manager that the app thing wasn't working. She went back behind the counter to take a look.

~

I was then in the dim store again, and an older, taller, thinner lady with short, grey, permed hair came up to me and said she wanted to exchange one earring. I asked her what was wrong with it as she handed the long, dangly, earring beaded with turquoise to me, and she started going on about how it was supposed to hold the key to her thong. Ok. Right. So I told her about the even exchange policy, and asked her to find another pair of equal or lesser value. Her husband was then there as well, and said she had already found the replacement pair. They were then handed to me. They were supposed to be the same earrings, but they looked more like chandelier-style earrings than the long, dangly one she handed me at first, though they still had the turquoise.

There was a point in I think the first dream, or a dream I don't remember anymore, where I was lucid for like 10 seconds, but I lost it.

Dream - Lucid

I was in what seemed to be high school choir again, on what seemed to be an island, though there were many other islands around too. It was covered in short, bright green grass, and some grey rocks. It was daytime, and the sky was clear and blue.

We were rehearsing for the variety show on this island. My choir teacher was showing us the choreography she wanted us to learn for the show; we were all grouped up, and she was in front of us. She did some jumps and dance moves, but she went over it all very quickly.

We then were left to practice on our own. We all gathered in a circle around the edges of the island, and we started to do the routine. There was then a full-sized T-Rex in the middle of the island, but it was one of the students; his part in the show was being a T-Rex. It scared me at first, but we all ran around his feet and repositioned; it was all just part of the show. He then turned into Godzilla, and was much more threatening that way. Again, it was part of the show. I feel like we ran through this sequence a few times. I found myself trying to go over the choreography in my head, remembering one move after the other.

I then figured out I was playing the part of a saber-toothed tiger, though, unlike T-Rex boy, I didn't transform, but I was merely acting like a cat, or, I guess how I would imagine a saber-toothed tiger would act. I was also supposed to be the T-Rex's girlfriend as the saber-toothed tiger. Alright then, I could do that. I got down on my hands and knees, and walked around. I went over to some edge away from everyone else, sat down, and meowed. I was trying to play the part well. I thought about myself acting, making facial expressions to match the mood of the show.

We then went back to the beginning of the show to rehearse some more. I now wasn't quite sure where I was supposed to be. The T-Rex guy said I needed to stick by him, but I got in the circle around the edges of the island again anyway. I had a feeling I had taken someone's space, though I didn't think we had assigned spaces yet. Oh whatever. I wondered if there were any solos in the piece of music we were doing.

I then remember being atop a ledge on the island, overlooking the circular part, with T-Rex guy. We walked around a bit, I remember us being in a small cave for a little while. He was telling me he liked being Godzilla better than the T-Rex. He started to remind me of my IWL pen pal, Gabriel.

I was then running back onto the circular part of the island with everyone else. I remember running over some light grey rock, and thinking about how exciting it was to be back in choir and performing.

Dream - Lucid

I was inside of some weird Minecraft world. It was underground/nighttime. Jake was there with me. Well, he was sort of there with me. He was not doing so well; he was struggling with bad insomnia due to I think withdrawals. Some other people were around as well.

I was walking around in this dimly-lit underground cave, when I saw a group of monsters coming from a dark space around the corner. A disembodied voice called them "Ents". They looked kind of like goblins, and not blocky like Minecraft mobs are. I avoided them as best as I could, not wanting an encounter.

I was then in a dark room with Jake, who was tossing and turning in a bed. I heard my mom say to him that she struggled with tinnitus too. Weird. I thought to myself that maybe tinnitus was a withdrawal symptom.

Throughout the dream, I was able to move and change things with my mind (a theme that recurred throughout this dream). For example: I could fill in spaces in the cave wall that exposed the outside with my mind. I could also teleport as well, just by thinking about it. I can't remember exactly when all of these events occurred, but they happened quite a few times.

~

I was, again, in a Minecraft world, though this time, it had more real world elements in it. It was also, again, nighttime.

I was at a house with Jake and some other people. I believe there was a little party going on. He wanted to go home and go to bed; he didn't seem to be having a good time.

I was then riding in the back right side of a minivan. I'm not sure who was driving, but we picked up Jake, and a little later, a girl I know named Brittany. We picked them up from the road; I suppose they were trying to walk home. I guess we must have been in some sort of cab. I wanted Jake to come back to my place to stay, not with me in the same bed, but in a different bed, just so he was there with me, and not all alone.

We were then pulled over by police as we were nearing my place. There were 2-3 cops there. One came to the driver's side window, shining a flashlight inside, and asking if we had any drugs in there. Everyone said no. They decided to pat us down anyway, just in case. A female cop patted me down as I was still sitting in the car. Another cop asked how it was going, and she said
"Good, except for the left side of her chest," or something to that effect.
I said back, stating a fact,
"No, it's just the left side of my chest is..."
The female cop interrupted with
"A broken rib? Missing a rib?"
"No," I replied, "my ribs kind of fold in on each other right there, so they stick out a little." This is a fact that's true IWL.
She seemed good with this answer. I felt my ribs, thinking about one being missing, as the cop had thought.

I then noticed, right before we left the scene, that Jake and Brittany had left. Apparently, we were around the vicinity of at least Jake's house, and he wanted to go home. I saw him walking through his front door. Sigh. Oh well, can't do much about it now.

I was then at my old apartment for some reason. I was getting something from there that I had left when I moved, I suppose. I hoped my crazy old roommate didn't come home and see me.

I was then in a Minecrafty house. There was a bed in there that I could sleep in, but I decided to make another, and try to place it way out of the reach of any mobs. I somehow accidentally placed it inside some light blue blocks on the ceiling. I could see its outline inside the blocks. Whoa O_O. I then "right-clicked" it (it was like I was there, inside the game, and right-clicking at the same time) to try to sleep in it, but it wouldn't let me. I looked out the window and saw blue sky, indicating that it was still daytime. I had to wait until nighttime to sleep in the bed.

I then walked out of the room, and back into it. The bed was then on the floor, sitting at an angle. Well, I guess it glitched out inside the blocks on the ceiling, and moved onto the floor. I broke it down with my hand, and tried to place it back in the ceiling blocks. I couldn't get it to go there at first, but I think I finally succeeded. I was thinking about sleeping in it, going to bed early and how that would help me get some extra sleep. It would be safe, and away from any mobs that may spawn in my vicinity. It was still daytime, however, though evening was nearing.

Dream - Lucid

I was watching something that looked like Pokemon with Jake on the TV in the living room of my house. It was nighttime, and I was gonna try to sleep, so I paused the show. Then, Jake unpaused it. We kept going back and forth like that, until I got irritated and told Jake I was trying to sleep, and that's why I was pausing it.

~

I was watching some movie, or was involved in some movie-like situation, where the woman who plays Dr. Cameron on House was a photographer, though she looked like the character she played briefly on How I Met Your Mother, Zooey. Yes, that's right, I was in the band again at my old high school. My old band teacher wanted some photos of apartments made. Apparently, this got done every year. My band teacher really liked her photography for some reason. She was supposed to be taking pictures of apartments for him. He started to look at them, and they were obscure pictures. Like weird pictures of inside the apartments. I remember one being of right outside the apartment, the stairs leading up to it and the sign above the door which read "APARTMENT".

Well, the band teacher didn't like that. He was looking for pictures of the apartments from a bird's eye view, not this weird abstract stuff. He fired her, and then, someone told her she was going to die at 25. She didn't believe it, since she was 24, but apparently, she did end up dying.

Leonardo DiCaprio was in there somewhere too, but I'm not sure where he came into play.

I was going to some high school reunion thing (IWL a couple of weeks ago I went to a brief choir reunion to sing the National Anthem at my old high school's 10 year anniversary, where they named the football stadium). I remember Kayla being there. I put my purse in a locker in the girl's locker room, which, in the dream, was underneath the stadium. Many other people were there as well. The lockers were very tiny, and I didn't have a lock, so I just put my things in a locker in the middle of the wall of tiny lockers and hoped for the best.

I also saw a girl I knew of in high school and actually met and had classes with in college, Megan H. In IWL, she's very conservative and Christian. In the dream, she was a photographer, and only put on the front of being very conservative and religious, though I seemed to be one of the only ones who could see that. She had apparently gotten in big trouble with the law at some point, like gotten arrested, but I'm not sure why. She still acted like her bubbly, Christian self in the dream, though it seemed almost strained. She came up to me with a smile and started talking to me. She was holding a camera.

Megan, Kayla, and I all went up into the stadium, which was HUGE and very packed with people who had gone to the high school in the past 10 years. It was nighttime outside. As we were walking, I heard the brass players that were on the field play this one chord, and I got annoyed, because they were going to start playing some silly song that they always played in high school (the brass sections were such goof-offs in high school IWL -_-). They were a few of the brass players that went to high school with me. I remember specifically a trumpet player named Micheal being down there. They were wearing their high school band uniforms.

We sat down on the far right edge towards the top of the stadium. Megan sat behind me, and I think Kayla as well. Megan started to talk and talk and talk to us. I turned around to listen. She started talking about weaves, and some black guy with, and I quote, "plastic in his hair". A big black girl with a weave and a white V-neck shirt that was sitting next to Megan (who btw is very white haha) turned to her and said "Mmmhmm!" as if she was agreeing. I then turned back around, and everyone around us was quiet and turned around staring at us, as if they were waiting for us to shut up so they could do the National Anthem or something. I felt a little embarrassed at first, but Megan kept obliviously talking, and I just ignored the stares since I had barely said a word; it was all Megan. I then thought about a waking life memory, how the choir alumni had been down there a couple weeks prior doing the National Anthem instead of the band alumni.

Then, I wanted to check my phone for the time or something, but it was dead. I would hold down the button, but it wouldn't turn on. I had had a feeling it was going to die, since when I had gotten there the battery was so low. I got up to leave during this part for some reason, when everyone was waiting quietly for the National Anthem. I was the only one getting up to leave. I started to go down a stairway that lead to underneath the stadium, but the dance team was under there doing some slow, almost interpretive dance, and then behind them, I saw pom-poms and only a little bit of the cheerleaders. I went down another way.

I was then back at the lockers, and lots of people were there again. Part of the wall and lockers had been removed, and you could see to the other side of the wall, which was the guy's locker room, I believe. It reminds me now of Minecraft; it looked as if "blocks" had been removed from the wall. I asked someone who did this, and I think they said some Freshman girl did it or something. At any rate, my locker was still there. As I opened it to grab my purse, I hoped no one had stolen anything. I felt the bottom of my purse to see if I could feel everything that was in there. I was especially checking for my wallet. At first, I didn't feel it, but then I did. Thank goodness!

I checked my phone again, and it was still dead. It came on very briefly, and then died again.

I was then riding home with Megan's family. Megan's dad was driving. We got into my neighborhood, and he dropped me off at where my street starts so I had to walk a couple houses down to get to my place. I got out, and was holding this blue notebook. Papers and folders were crammed into it and falling out. I was trying to get it all together, when I said to Megan's dad
"I've been unemployed for 9 months," and I said other things as well, but I can't remember what. We had been talking about how I'd been, I guess.
He responded with
"Good morning, Superman." He smiled when he said this.

I then woke up.

~

I was at my college again, but it was like it was mixed with Minecraft. I remember going through some caves, seeing obsidian and torches and some wooden doors. I saw lots of zombies too, and they would change appearance randomly with the light levels. I killed them.

Then, I was heading out of the cave and onto the campus. A tall, handsome, kind-looking Arab man then approached me. He didn't speak English very well. He offered me a single pink rose, and asked me to walk him to class. He told me his name, but it was something really complicated, so I can't remember it, and couldn't throughout the dream. Anyway, I took his hand, and I walked him to his class. We were walking over blocky, stone Minecraft terrain that was imposed on the campus. It was daytime outside. We talked while we went to his class.

This happened again too, where he found me standing at another cave entrance, and asked me to walk him to his class. He gave me another single pink rose, and we walked around campus to his class. He was so kind, a very sweet person whom I really enjoyed being around. This time, before we parted, I gave him a big hug. It was so warm and loving, a beautiful embrace. We lingered for a while, just hugging.

For a little bit, I thought about how JP had been represented in some of my dreams as an Indian or Middle-Eastern man. I then thought that this man was nothing like JP or the character that represented him, and carried on, walking by myself now that the Arab man was gone to class.

Then, he stopped showing up. I was really upset, because I knew it was because the dean of the school, who looked like my old high school principal, Mr. Nolan, didn't like him because he was Arab, which automatically made him "suspicious", as if he were a terrorist or something. I was absolutely furious. The area I was in at this point was cave-like, and had another, older looking Arab guy around, and some other people as well. I think I asked him where the other guy went. When I asked, I simply referred to him as Ahmed, because I couldn't remember his complicated name. I don't remember what he said, though I already knew what happened. I was going to take action; this was absolutely disgusting and ridiculous.

I went into the dean's office. Apparently, Mr. Nolan wasn't there that day, and the guy standing in for him looked kind of like an old assistant principal, Mr. Lichens, except for he had a bowl cut and was much skinnier than the real Mr. Lichens. He had the same color hair, red, and glasses though, as the IWL Lichens does. He looked up as I entered. I immediately started to go off. I began by throwing a small object, and yelling, filled with rage, (this isn't word-for-word, but it's as close as I can remember it)
"I quit this school! You bastards, Ahmed is not a terrorist! He is a nice person who just wants to learn! You're just afraid! Not every Arab is like Osama bin Laden!"
I'm sure I said some other things too. Lichens lookalike started to look angry the second I started to yell. I stormed out, and he immediately got on the phone with Mr. Nolan, telling him that I just quit the school, which I could hear through the door I had come through. God damn, I was angry. I was so very, very angry. It was so unfair that they did this! I turned around and yelled at the door, hoping he could hear me through it as I could hear him. I think I called them bastards again.

I was then standing with some people, one I remember being a girl named Melissa that worked at the job I recently quit. She was standing with another girl, apparently her partner. They were so in love, it was so sweet. I hugged Melissa, and she was whispering to me about how happy and in love she was with this other girl. I was very happy for them.

I was then getting some things out of a cubby in the band room from high school. My tennis shoes were in there. I thought about all the high school band kids there.

Dream - Lucid

I was in what appeared to be a cave system, but it was supposed to be at the restaurant I recently quit. The manager was evil, and was turning all the employees into zombies. I refused to let that happen to me. As the zombie workers tried to attack me, one by one, I fought them off. I remember them having red, glowing eyes.

~

I was asleep on our neighbor's front porch, underneath my sleeping bag. It was nighttime. I rolled over, and the door opened. Lisa (the neighbor) checked on me, and then went back in. I rolled back over. I wondered how I was sleeping out there and not being freezing cold.

I then remember going inside, I guess it was time to get up. The sun was just starting to come up. Lisa came down the stairs. Something about the cat needing to go outside.

Then, I was sitting on the porch with Lisa and her husband, Steve. One of her sons, Kael, was there briefly as well. He walked up to us for a little bit. He was smiling and gently swaying from side to side.

An owl then flew by, and I held out an orange prescription bottle of assorted pills, one Lisa had put together, of some antibiotics and antidepressants. The antibiotics looked like some I took last year IWL for an upper-respiratory infection. They were large green and blue capsules. The owl landed and took a beakful of the pills, and flew away. Apparently, Lisa did this all the time, fed the animals pills. It was supposed to help them. I was worried, though, since the owl had taken so many. He took quite a few of the antibiotics, which I felt like we needed for some reason. No one else really seemed all that concerned.

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Then, it was just me and Steve. On the street, lots of prostitutes filed out of a car. I thought about their jobs for a second, how it must be hard for women to go to work, knowing strangers are just going to fuck them all night. There was a girl who Steve wanted. She told him to take her in the ass. He pulled back her panties and did just that, right there where the street met the front yard.

Then, we were back on the porch. He was smoking a cigarette, and was surrounded by the empty orange pill bottles. I picked one up, took out a pencil, and wrote "STFU" on the white label, and put it down next to him.
"What did you write?" Steve asked.
"Shut the fuck up," I said, and stormed away.

I came back a little later, and that particular bottle was gone. I assumed he got angry and threw it (IWL he has a pretty bad temper).

I was then at home, standing in my mom's office with my mom and my brother. They were on the other side of the room. I opened up the farthest left window and looked out. It was a grey, overcast morning. My brother then said
"It smells like smoke in here."
I then replied with
"I didn't smoke, Steve was smoking a cigarette," or something like that.
He then came back with
"No, not cigarette smoke, weed smoke."
I then turned all defensive and said
"I only had one hit! I'm not even that high!" though I don't remember smoking weed in the dream, unless it was sometime when I was on the porch with Lisa and Steve.

~

I was in a room with lots of people. A man who looked kinda like a guy I knew from my college Swing Dance Club, Alan, came up behind me and gently put his arms around me. I hugged his arms back. I was very comforted by his presence. I was very happy and content being around him, being held by him. At one point, he whispered "I love you" to me. I think he thought I was asleep. I'm pretty sure I said it back. "I love you, too."

I was then sitting on a hospital bed, in what looked like a hospital room. The walls, floors, and sheets were all white. Sitting on two chairs in the back of the room were my old boss from the restaurant in the first dream, and a big, tall black guy who looked kind of like a guy I went to school with when I was younger, and Kenan from the show Kenan & Kel. My old boss asked me
"So why were you in the hospital...?" She named off a few mental illnesses that could have put me in.
I said
"My depression got really bad." A vague statement.
She then said
"Oh I understand, my son deals with that sometimes," and she patted the guy next to her on the back.
I was then handed a form I had to sign. Something on it was highlighted in yellow. I also remembered I didn't have a doctor's note, but no one asked me for one.

As people walked by the room, I scanned for the guy from the beginning of the dream, but I couldn't find him.

I then was following one of the girls I used to work with down a long hallway. She explained to me that since I'd been gone, they had done some renovations, so everything was located in different places now. She then told me that I either need to stay or quit, and to not do what I did again.

As I was walking, I realized that I had no idea how or why I had come back here; I quit for a reason. But I kept on walking.

Then, I was heading to a huge auditorium with quite a few other people. I still couldn't find the guy. The leader of the group couldn't quite decide which way the auditorium was. There were two, actually, and we needed to be at a certain one. We finally decided on one of them, and walked in.

There were blue, auditorium-style seats in the audience and on the stage. The ones on the stage went up very high. We filed in the ones on the stage and sat. I was scanning the room for the guy that held me, wanting to find him again. I scanned in the rows of guys, who all appeared to be in tuxes, but I couldn't find him. I saw one that looked kind of like him with a blue baseball cap on, but it wasn't him. All I could remember about the guy who held me, besides what he looked like, was his last name being "Creech"; I had no idea what his first name was. I remembered this from seeing it written down somewhere.

We were all then watching the opera class rehearse for a show. We were watching from the audience seats now, as they performed in the stage seats. Their costumes were all farmer-ish; one girl looked kind of like she was supposed to be Little Bo Peep.

I then heard my old choir teacher from high school yell out that she needed to see me and Zach, a guy I was in band and choir with in high school. We got up and started to walk upwards (we were in the stage seats again). I then noticed Zach and I were wearing our old high school marching band uniforms, and everyone else was in my old college's marching band uniform. I felt silly, still being in my high school uniform. I guessed it was because we came in late, and had to wear some kind of uniform.

When we got to the top, my choir teacher talked only to me, and not Zach at all. She said, with a plastered-on smile, as is the norm for her IWL,
"Don't do what you did again. If you're going to quit, then quit. If you're going to stay, then stay. There are plenty of other people who would like to be up there."
Inside, I was very upset that she was saying these things to me. I have depression, and it got really, really bad, and that's why I left. She then asked,
"Can you do that for me?"
I said
"I...I don't know."
I was crying at this point.

I then walked away, planning on just removing my uniform and leaving, never to come back again, when I remembered I wanted to find that guy, "Creech", again. I turned around to go back. People were filing out of the auditorium, including the farmer-dressed opera members, who were talking about singing. I scanned the line for Creech, but couldn't find him.

I then ran into the girl that led me down the long hallway. She said if I was going to quit, to hang up my uniform. Sigh. I didn't even want to give them that.

I was then in the back, and there were some fat, ugly girls in full-length black choir dresses. They were apparently on the "sidelines" of the choir, so to speak; if I quit, one would get to sing. I remember one with curly hair and glasses talking about it. I took off my uniform (no longer the band uniform, though I'm not sure what uniform I was wearing), and was wearing clothing underneath. One of the girls took off some chunky light brown sandals, and asked where her "wide shoes" were. I put on the sandals she took off, first making sure they weren't the "wide" shoes; their size said something like 7/6 or 7/8, but no "W" to indicate that they were wide. They were kind of wide on my feet, but fit well otherwise. I knew that one of the girls was excited to sing; they seemed very happy, and were going on about it.

I was then walking back down the long hallway, free of my uniform. I felt lighter without it on. I looked down at the light brown sandals as I walked.

I was then behind the counter making a sandwich for a little girl. As she came up to me, I didn't say anything. She spouted off her order. I cut the bread pretty easily. This was what I had signed up to do, not run around and do some weird choir thing too; I was supposed to be making sandwiches! But I realized that I didn't want to be there either. I started putting some gloves on; they were small, and hard to get on my hands. I debated just walking out.

Oddly enough, I loved choir in high school, and would love to be in a choir now if I could.

The sandwich job though, I fucking hated it. Just for the record.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a dark cave, I think, and was with a group of other people. There was also this woman and her grown son, who was mentally retarded. We had brought both of them down for some reason; they were not conscious, at least the son wasn't. The "camera" zoomed out and showed me, and I killed the woman with a hammer-type thing. A little blood splattered onto the "camera", but not much. Apparently, me and this group of people then removed the woman's lips, and set them on top of the son's own lips. It showed us laying the pair of lips down on top of his. It looked flawless, as if they were his own lips.

Then, we were watching some movie in the cave. It was like Jurassic Park, but with a weird twist. The non-dinosaur themed theme park where everyone was opened up to another dimension, one where dinosaurs still existed. It then looked like they were in a desert, and a T-Rex ran up and started to chase everyone. The graphics looked really bad, like it was an old movie; the T-Rex was moving way too fast, and it looked like he was a computer image superimposed onto the desert scene. The T-Rex then ran by this line of people, and ate the head off of one of them, flinging the body aside. Then, it was like the T-Rex was chasing us, the movie-goers. He was running towards the camera.

I remember seeing a group of people sitting behind me, taking notes on the movie. I believe I was also taking notes.

I know I dreamed more than this, but I slept really hard last night, and can't remember many more details than that. On the upside, I needed the sleep pretty badly; insomnia has been kicking my ass to the curb lately. I feel a lot better today than I have for awhile. Yay for sleep!

Dream - Lucid

I was about to race Austin underwater, though we were on two separate courses, though they were both underwater. I remember seeing his face, and he looked so much younger, like a 12 -year-old version of himself. He was smiling and his face looked bright and full of life.

I knew right off I couldn't beat him. He was well known for his great swimming skills. I decided to try anyway.

The course started out on land, but only briefly. It was in a cave that had a part of it submersed in water. I stood right where the cave lightly sloped into the underwater portion on a white line that had been drawn to designate the start. I stood prepped like I was about to run a race, with one foot behind me in an almost kneeling positing with both my hands on the ground. I got the signal to start, though I can't remember what that was. I went straight into the water and swam hard through the underwater cave. There was no chance to breathe anywhere, for it was, well, an underwater cave, but that didn't seem to be an issue. I was surrounded by underwater plants, anenomes, and gray rock. I swam into another part of the cave on my right.

~

I was in the dining room at my family's house with Lily and Marshall from How I Met Your Mother (this is what happens when I fall asleep watching Netflix). They were doing something on my laptop, some kind of game, and I kept pushing a button repeatedly, trying to fill up some bar to win. Every time I'd get close, they'd shut me down. I then remember sticking a pin or a needle inside part of the computer to push some small button (think the 'reset' button on some electronics where you have to stick the head of a pen inside a small hole to push it). I kept doing that really fast and had a couple more to go when, I again got shut down.

~

I was supposed to meet Jake at a restaurant. He suggested a local hookah bar that I used to frequent in waking life, but I haven't been to in a couple of years. I was surprised he suggested it, but I agreed to go. I got there first and waited on Jake for awhile. I ordered my food and it got there before he did. Finally, he got there and sat down at the table diagonally across from me, to my left. I feel like there were a couple of other people there too. We were sitting outside in the porch area of the bar.

Then, Jake looks at me blankly and says
"I had sex with you because you're an emotion."
This really pissed me off. I was infuriated. I was so mad, my vision started to blur as I looked under the table for my black flip-flops. As I was slipping them on and standing up, I said, angrily,
"Well I hope you want to pay for dinner then!"

And with that, I stormed off. Jake went after me. We started really getting into it. I vaguely remember us having plastic yellow baseball bats and hitting one another with them (I own one of these in waking life). The restaurant briefly looked like my family's house as we fought through it. During the fight, I felt like he had the upper hand, like he was winning; I felt inadequate.

We sat back down at the table and the waitress said something to us, though I can't quite remember what exactly, but it was something about us fighting. We were still angry at this point, and I still felt strangely low, like he was going to break it off with me or something, I'm not sure. It was not a good feeling though.

Then, I remember driving on the interstate, waiting for my exit to get there. I was driving back from Nashville. I then suddenly remembered I had no idea which exit to take, and I had forgotten to set up my GPS. I quickly, while driving, grabbed it out of my glove compartment, hooked it up and turned it on. The exit was coming up soon, though it was at an odd place on the GPS map. I knew it was a spirally ramp that I was looking for. The GPS then showed me driving inside a spiral, heading towards the center.