Keitorin's Dream Log

Notes: Because things have changed so much for me in the past few months, I ended up just setting aside my dream journal for about a month. It's hard to be dream motivated when things are so stressful. However, I think I'm ready to try again.

I read a post here about writing down your day's events at the end of the day, and I started doing that two days ago. Already I've noticed improvements. I was motivated enough this morning to write out a long dream.

I think I'll wait a week before picking out dream signs since I started over. Also, I don't know how the next few days will go because this morning, I woke up feeling like I was dying (stupid ovaries), so I may not care about writing dreams down as I reach for the trash can and some pain killers.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

09.27.2011

Shoujo Hop (Non-lucid)

Me, mom and dad were walking in the store on the far right. We saw an Asian (he had the typical features) standing there looking confused, but he looked towards me and I, walking ahead, moved back with mom because I was shy, so that dad was walking ahead.

The boy, who looked about my age, started trying to talk to dad in 'Korean'. Dad was like "okaaay" and started to walk on. I took pity and before I passed him, I stopped to help.

I had my hair up in pigtails like I went to bed with in RL.

I asked if he knew any English. He shook his head. For a second I wondered why he was there then, and how he understood me. I ended up moving on and saw that he'd gotten on pixiv. Maybe on a small black device, and I saw it that he was on pixiv in my head.

We walked on again and mom and dad were arguing about the boy. Dad thought maybe he was mentally retarded or something.

~Gap~

- I'm walking up to mom and the cart, and maybe I have something.

- I was talking to dad about product(s). There was a little more detail about the groceries but I didn't have the best recall.

~ Gap~

Mom ducks under a low hang. 'How cute it is', she said, and I was confused. I ducked under it, bumping my head. Then I see a baby seat on a shopping cart. I look at the baby in it as I pass, but it's kind of ugly and I wonder how mom thought it was cute. It looked more like a baby with a man's face.

As I passed it the mother came back. I tell her about bumping my head, but she seemed to ignore me.

~Gap~

I was walking along a swingset. The style felt more anime-like. Girls (5-6) were swinging. One saw me and pretty much flew off the swing and glomped onto me. A couple more piled onto me, and someone/me mentions/thinks that we looked like the Powerpuff Girls.

I think we were sprawled on the ground in a pose. I started naming off groups we could be, and the girl's expressions changed depending on what I said. They were amusing. Only one I remember now is Sailor Moon and some licensed media.

~Gap~

We were posting our cosplay pics online for a short time. One got taken down because the media was licensed. I saw the page on the internet. The pic link wasn't up anymore. I figured the cosplay based on the Japanese show(s) hadn't been taken down because it's harder for Japanese companies to wade through English pages.

The girls were less anime-like and older.

~Gap~

One of the girls, blonde-haired, was sitting outside a house on the porch. She said she was 'practicing her Kubota by _x_ anyone who went by'. She seemed to be glaring.

x = Something like 'taking care of'.

Me: Kubota from the manga Wild Adapter by Minekura Kazuya.

pixiv - A Japanese (fan)art website I go to often.

Side notes: My dad would never say 'okaaay' much less not help someone in need. Also, I totally understand the gap parts, I know why I'd associate certain things with other things. It was interesting to follow.

I had one other private dream.

Recall was really low the day before yesterday, and yesterday I only managed to write out one dream before bed. It was interesting but not solid enough for me to want to type up on the computer.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

04.07.2011

Song Assignment (Non-lucid)

We have to chose a song to turn in to the teacher at (my old) school, *Miss L. I randomly choose what's on, 'Sonne' by Rammstein. I'm called over to her in school in the back of the classroom and asked what I wanted to convey. I admit I just chose what was on.

She goes to the front of the class and turns on a stereo - it's all Rammstein songs, including 'Pussy'. I see C nearby moving her lips along to the lyrics.

Miss L says some stuff about how others have chosen Rammstein and probably something about how it was a bad choice. I could just feel her looking down on me. When she starts to say 'if some of you are fans' while holding up freezy cups with Rammstein stuff on them and other merchandise, at least five people raise their hands a bit (inlcuding C and J) but Miss L isn't paying attention.

- When I first got to school I realized that I'd forgotten my binder with pen and paper, and when I went to see if I had any in my locker, that I had no key to get into it. In class, J turns around and passes a stack of paper, the kind I used as a child to practice handwriting on. I take two and pass them back, saying "have some paper" or something like that. I somehow end up with a few utensils to write with too.

- Someone starts to defend me around when Miss L asked why I chose the song. After, Miss L drops my CD with the song on it into a trashcan with a black trashbag.

- I remember hearing her play the song throughout class because she paused it a few times as I was tuning in.

- I remember wondering how everyone got their songs to school. Surely not everyone had CD's or iPod's or whatever. I wondered how I got my song there, briefly considering my iPod (this might have been before Miss L threw my CD away).

- Around when she was obviously looking down on my choice, I wondered what I should have brung. Tori Amos? (One of her songs played in my head then.) What would I say when she asked why? All I could think was because she was my favorite. Isn't it kind of too personal to even want to tell her anything (for everyone)?

*Old gym teacher.

Esperanto Verbs (Non-lucid)

Looking through a list (row) of verbs trying to find a specific one.

Note: I went to bed with this on my mind.