Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I was at this restaurant that had just opened. The inside was wood, and it was small. I was with a group of other people. We were going to work there. It was a small business. I wondered how they would do, if they would get any business or if they'd end up having to close, as so many small businesses do.

I then was with my old roommate, Katie. We were about to take pregnancy tests. I went into a bathroom stall and sat on the toilet to pee on the stick. Before I could pee on it, I noticed that it was already a little wet from something. I hoped that didn't affect the results. I then put the stick underneath me and peed on it. I waited for the little test area to turn blue. After waiting a bit, I looked at the stick. There were two red lines. I thought it meant a positive result, but one of the lines was crooked, which meant an inconclusive result. I started feeling panicked about the inconclusive result, and wanted to take another one right away. I remember telling someone it was inconclusive.

I went back to the restaurant thing again. I can't recall what happened.

I then somehow got a hold of another test. I went to pee on that one, making sure nothing got on the stick before then as to not screw up the results. I peed, and the lines were blue, meaning not pregnant. At least now I knew for sure. I was kind of disappointed though.

~

I was watching either a video or I was in third person watching Dallas and I play music together on a stage. I was seeing us from a top view. We had 3 or 4 songs that we did. I sang and he played the electric violin (like he does IWL). My voice sounded airy, but clear and pretty. I had the lyrics to at least one of the songs in my head after I woke up in the middle of the night, but I can't remember them now at all.

I asked Dallas if there was such a thing as an electric cello. I wanted to learn to play it. I then saw his violin, and even though it was a violin, it was big and upright like a cello. I wondered if the electric violin was this big, how big is the electric cello? I figured the electric violin was so big so it would have a bigger range.

~

The beginning of this dream is kind of jumbled. It had something to do with computer viruses.

Then, I was walking in one of my old houses, though it didn't look anything like any of my IWL old houses. I was walking up some stairs into my old room, which had all of my old toys and furniture still in it. I entered the room and saw an orange fluffy cat with slightly elongated, pointy ears. She was running around the perimeter of the room. I immediately knew I wanted to keep her. I decided that, since she looked like a fox, I'd name her Fox. I thought about calling her Foxy, but I had already known an animal named Foxy (IWL, an old man who lived in our neighborhood had a corgi named Foxy Roxy). I called out to the cat:
"Fox!"
Then, a beagle walked out of somewhere in the room.
"My name is Fox," she said in a soft female voice, though I think she said it telepathically.
I went up to her and knelt down in front of her. I put my arms out in front of me to hug her. She smelled of dog, but it was ok. I wasn't sure if she'd hug me back, but she did. She put her paws on my shoulders. I was delighted. Telepathically again, she said
"I'm sorry if I smell like dog."
I don't remember my response, or even if I had one. We hugged for a bit. It was such a perfect hug.

I decided to keep both her and the cat, but I was way more excited for the dog (IWL I've never owned a dog, and would consider myself to be a cat person more than a dog person). My parents were with me now, and we were outside. I had Fox on a leash, though I kept calling her Foxy. I was telling Fox that I could now have a guard dog to protect me. Either she or my dad said something about opening the windows when I leave her in the car. Of course I would. I imagined her in the car with the windows open. I was so, so excited for this new companion! I felt very close to her.

~

I was sitting in a restaurant with my old boss from the coffee shop, Teresa. She was asking me if I'd take over the jewelry counter for Emily, because I knew better what I was doing. I looked over to the right and saw Emily's back. She was setting the jewelry cases. I told Teresa I would do it, but I had only set jewelry once. Emily was now Ashley, and she was close to us. She said something to me that was sarcastic as she walked away.

~

I was playing some Mario game that wasn't very fun that you had a time limit on before you had to pay a fee to keep playing. That would happen constantly. I decided to stop playing, and this little girl started to play instead. Sherry, my old boss from Kohl's, was there as well. The girl seemed to be doing things on the game that I didn't figure out, like talking to characters in certain ways. A pop-up menu would come up when she interacted with another character, asking who she wanted to respond like. I remember she chose Tingle (from The Legend of Zelda) for one of the responses. I started to walk away as it played. I read a little bit of the text, but I don't remember what it said.

Now, the girl was a kitten, a black kitten with pink stripes and purple color blocks. I stared at her for awhile. I knew it was very unnatural, but it just made me think about cats breeding with each other that had unnatural colored fur in their blood lines.

The kitten was then the girl again, and she got into some food on the kitchen counter. I thought that she probably shouldn't eat that since she was a cat. Then, I heard Sherry's voice say
"She eats angry mashed potatoes. ____ women shouldn't eat angry mashed potatoes!"
By angry mashed potatoes, I understood her to mean she pouted or was angry when she ate them. Sherry then started to tell me a story about the girl eating angry mashed potatoes in a restaurant.

Dream - Lucid

I was at someone else's house, though I'm not sure whose. I was in a bedroom. Then, I was in the bathroom, and my brother was in the shower. The shower was disgusting. The walls and floor were made out of these big, silver metal tiles. They were covered in grime and rust. Every time the water would hit the tiles, it would temporarily wash the grime off, but it would immediately rust over and be gross again only seconds later. Blech.

Then, after my brother got out, I decided to try to clean them. I used a hose from somewhere else instead of the shower water. It was working! I showed someone, maybe my mom.

I then saw my grandpa walking around. IWL, he died a few months ago. In the dream, I knew this as well. I was thinking that he wasn't real, or he was confused and still thought he was alive. I then pictured a cartoon, caricatured version of him.

Other things happened in this dream, but I can't recall them all right now.

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I was trying out for a part in some Star Trek-like TV series. I was a co-pilot on a starship with Neil deGrasse Tyson (fux yeah!). The scene was that someone would come onto the bridge and attack us. I had to outsmart the attacker and save us. The attacker was also trying out for the same part. Whether or not I outsmarted them, or vice-versa, determined who got the part. I did this the first time around, outsmarting an alien attacker. Then, the second person came, and she outsmarted me. The audition had barely started, and I knew it was over when I saw her immediately. She had thought of something that the other person didn't think of. I think she came in from another entrance. When I knew I was done for, right as I heard gunfire, I said
"I'm dead."

I was disappointed, but happy for the lady who got the part. She looked very familiar. She was a short, black kind of stout woman. Then, it hit me. I asked someone
"Is that Dr. Bailey from Grey's Anatomy??"
They said yes.
I was looking forward to watching the series. I then "remembered" seeing her on the series. It was like the series had already happened, and I had already seen her in it. She looked a bit different in this TV show than in Grey's.

~

Dallas and I were driving through what was supposed to be my old neighborhood in my old town. We were going to my old house. The houses in the neighborhood were all huge, like mansions. I told Dallas
"My house isn't this big."
He replied saying that he wasn't so sure about that, that he'd heard about my room. I then knew he was talking about my room being a basement. I pictured a stone walkway into a doorway that led to my underground room (did not have such a thing IWL).

We kept driving through the neighborhood, and the houses were getting bigger. One of the houses looked more like a motel than a house. I pointed that one out to Dallas. Some of them looked like they were cross-sectioned, like they were doll houses. Some looked like shadow boxes.



I remember one of the shadow box houses looked like it was a deep purple. It had things inside of it too, like the picture, though I can't remember what specifically.

I then remember being at the house with Dallas. We were in my room. It looked more like the guest room that was in that house in IWL.

~

I was talking to Dallas, trying to remember if an event really happened or not. I "remembered" back when I worked at the coffee shop, Kacey and I had won tickets to go to this coffee workshop thing, and also tickets to go to the moon. I knew the coffee workshop thing really happened, but I just wasn't so sure about the moon. I could "remember" being on the moon, experiencing zero gravity, but it didn't seem like a real memory. Dallas said that I had said that I had really gone, but I had some major doubts about it. I didn't think Kacey went with me to the moon either, even though she had won a ticket as well.

I then was "remembering" being in a parking lot at dusk, walking around, when I saw something that looked like a mixture between a car and a kiosk. It had no front wheels and seemed to be attached to the ground. It was a shiny, silver metallic color and looked very futuristic. Outside of it was what looked like a parking meter, or something you'd put change in. It's really hard to explain this. I did not understand what it was in the dream. At first, I thought it was a futuristic car, but I noticed its lack of front wheels, and the fact that it was attached to the ground. I kept walking and saw another one not far behind it. I then remembered that it had something to do with the moon, something about training maybe? I can't recall for sure.

I was then in a classroom, talking to a teacher who was sitting at their desk. There was another person or two there with me. I was wearing my cat ears for some reason. The desk was across from the front door, which was open. Another teacher walked by that looked like Mr. Marlatt, an AP English teacher from my high school. He stopped and gave us a funny look. He had no idea who we were. He then left, and I joked about what he could have been thinking, saying something like
"Who's that fool in the cat ears?"
I then took them off, but put them back on. I love my cat ears.

~

Very fragmented sleep last night, but at the same time, I slept better than I have in awhile. It was much needed. Lots of interesting dreams too. It seems that lately, I've been dreaming about "remembering" alternate pasts, events, false memories, or whatever.

Dream - Lucid

I was reliving my past, though it was an alternate version. Honestly, I'm not sure where I was, I just know I was inside somewhere. I was watching the guy that I first kissed, Nick, taking these girls into the bathroom with him. I was jealous because I really liked him. I think at one point I went in there with him, but we didn't make out or anything. He was showing me something in there.

This alternate past went on for quite awhile, mostly it was me watching Nick, wishing he would be with me. There was a brief point of lucidity, though it was hard to grasp. It was like I was having trouble letting go of the dream plot. I finally grasped the idea that I was dreaming, and started trying to do other things, when I woke up.

~

I was in Nick's house, though it was a weird house; it was like a mixture between a house and another location. I saw that Nick was in his room, though I did not go in there. I was in a dark, basement-like part of the building, but I could clearly see the entrance to Nick's room, and I could see the kitchen. We were older now. I had been in this building with him for quite awhile, it seems like years, and he had been in his room for mostly the whole time. I did not see him come out. I didn't want him to see me.

I then had to go in there to give him something. I was afraid he wouldn't talk to me. I believe we did talk, but I can't remember for sure.

I then was "remembering" a part of my alternate past again, though it was when we were older and in college. We were talking and having a great time. We weren't together as a couple, but we were quite close with one another, closer than we ever were IWL. We were sitting on some stairs, just talking and having a great time. I looked into his eyes, and saw him for who he was; his light brown eyes were quite happy.

I then was "remembering" us writing letters to each other. At some point during this, I started to "remember" the past more as it really happened IWL, though not to a T; I wrote him a letter that upset him, and he never spoke to me again. I was now back in the present moment. I then had another "memory" of me in a dark room that was lit with starlights, and it was full of small models of the orbiting planets. There was also a picture on the wall of all the planets that apparently I had made. It looked very realistic, as if it were a computer rendered image or a very realistic painting. It wasn't accurate as far as their orbits went, and I had more on on there than the ones we know, but still, it was really good. It was really quite beautiful. I tried to telekinetically take control of Neptune, which looked like a grey rock with an indentation in the middle. I was not doing a great job at it. As this was happening with the planets, I was thinking about Nick and how close we had been and how upset he was at me.

Then, I was back in the present moment, considering whether or not I should write him more letters, though I was receiving no response. I wanted to write poetry to him, but I then thought about how inappropriate that would be since I'm married.

Dream skip, though the Nick thing was still relevant somehow. I was working at a grocery store, the same one I work at now, though I was not in the bakery, but I was doing something else. I was in a different section. It looked like produce, but was not all produce; there were other things besides fruits and veggies, like rice and such. I was working on setting up a display, when a woman approached me, an older, Asian woman with glasses. She asked me about a bag of rice that she had that was slightly opened. I told her I'd get her another one. I took the one from her and gave her another one. She examined it very carefully to make sure it wasn't opened. The bag was VERY slightly torn, and she noticed. I told her it was fine, it wasn't opened like the other one was. She still needed another one, however. Before I left, she told me she needed a 1-pound bag because the one she had was 3 pounds, and she wanted 4 pounds of rice. She was holding up two bags and showing me how one said one pound and the other said three pound. I took them from her to look, one at a time. For bags of rice, they were extremely lightweight. I gave them back to her. As I was leaving to go get one from the back, she shouted after me
"One pound!" as if I didn't hear her the first time.

I went and found one, I think asking someone about it on the way. I made sure that it said 1 pound on the bag. I went to bring it to her, and she swore it said 3 pounds. -_-'

She then directed my attention to another woman, a customer, who looked like she had chain smoked all her life, who was standing at a microphone at a podium to make an announcement. Only associates were supposed to use those. I saw some smoke trickle from between her lips. She was announcing something. The customer then asked me
"What's your joystick policy?" she asked as if she was quizzing me; she knew the answer, but wanted to see if I knew.
"I don't know," I responded. I had never heard of a "joystick policy" before.
She then directed my attention to an associate, a girl wearing the uniform we have to wear, who was standing behind a different podium with a microphone, but she was standing a bit further a way. The customer asked her to tell me what it was. She started to speak into the microphone, but her voice was no clear at all and I could not understand a word she said. I told the lady I couldn't understand what she was saying.

~

On average, I dream about Nick 1-3 times a year. It's usually something vivid too.

Dream - Lucid

I was back in time, sometime in my past, though I was still the age I am now. I was at an elementary school. I feel like I was in a group in a classroom.

Then, I was outside the school on a sunny day with this girl of about 9 or 10. She was my friend, but I knew that she would soon just stop talking to me with no explanation as to why (this happened IWL a few years ago with a guy I had become good friends with). We were wearing two-piece bathing suits, or at least I was. I was peeing into the stream of water from this garden hose, and it was turning my pee rainbow. It smelled like piss. I feel like the pissing in the hose stream had something to do with why the girl would eventually stop talking to me.

~

I was with my old friend Bret. He had gotten me this really long, white pipe that had like 4 huge bowls on it that stuck out from the sides. I had it stored away somewhere. It was full of weed in each bowl, but the weed looked like salad with chopped up tomatoes or red bell peppers in it. I saw it in the hiding place we had for it in my apartment.

I was then somewhere else, not sure where though. I want to say I was at the grocery store. I was afraid Bret was going to go smoke all the weed and not save any for me. I had heard him talking about smoking out of that pipe to someone. I was upset, because I wanted to smoke all the weed. I remember saying something to him about it at some point. I was thinking to myself also that I did not have any weed other than the weed in the giant bowls in that pipe, and I didn't know where I could get more; I always hated trying to find weed. I was anxious to get back home to protect and smoke my weed.

I was walking up the stairs to my apartment at some point. It was during the daytime.

~

I was at my old job talking to my friend Kristin who still works there. I figured out she was no longer dating David, but was together with one of my exes, Austin. Interesting.

I then saw Kristin carrying a baby. I knew it was her and David's. It was a girl, barely older than a newborn; she was quite tiny, even for being a baby. Maybe she was a premature baby. I kept looking at her, trying to see if she looked mixed, since David is black and Kristin is white, but she just looked white to me. She was wearing a light blue headband with a bow on it. I saw her looking at Kristin, and she winked. I knew that both of her parents winked, so she probably picked it up from them. The wink looked very intentional, and did not match her baby face, however; it looked so adult-like. She then looked at me and winked. Again, it didn't fit the child's face. She then winked again, this time with her other eye, and then again with another eye around where her nose would usually be. That's when I noticed that she had three eyes.

I was then with Austin and Kristin inside somewhere. I feel like it had something to do with cars. They seemed happy. I remembered Kristin telling me how happy she had been with David, how she had told me once that she was "on cloud nine" (she did say this to me IWL). I wondered what had happened in the short amount of time I had been gone. Either Kristin or Austin then had to leave, I think Austin. I said something to someone else, Cherie' maybe, about Kristin and Austin fucking.
"Of course they've fucked," she said back to me.
I wondered how much she liked his big dick.

~

Tried to do some MILD mantras last night as I was falling asleep ("I will become lucid"). Fell asleep doing them. No dice. Up quite early today for work, earlier than usual. I am glad to see last night's dreams weren't totally uninteresting. Hoping for lucidity again soon. Maybe on a morning when I can sleep in a little. Just gotta keep trying.

Dream - Lucid

I was at Jake's apartment. We were in his bedroom playing video games. It was pretty vivid, and I had a feeling I was dreaming. I did a finger count RC. I had been holding up only 4 fingers, but I was counting 5. It's a dream!

I went over to Jake and said
"Jake! Guess what?"
He smiled and replied, equating my enthusiasm,
"What?"
"This is a lucid dream!"
I floated up to the ceiling. How exciting! A very vivid LD!

I was then in a big room with lots of windows and a couch. The room was bright. I feel like many people were milling about. It sort of reminded me of a building from my old college. With me was an older man. His hair was greying. His presence didn't seem odd. He was just...there with me. I turned to him and asked if he was my guide. He didn't say yes outright, but I listened to his words, and yes was in there, though I can't remember the exact wording. I had never gotten that answer before from any regular DCs.

He was then sitting on the couch, and I was standing in front of him. I then remembered something I've wanted to know for a long time.
"Who is that dream character that appears so often in my dreams? The one with the brown hair?"
There was a person then seated next to him. I don't remember what they looked like before, but they started to morph. They were then an overweight, middle-aged woman with dark, greasy hair pulled back into a ponytail. She couldn't make eye contact with me at all, and was muttering to herself and swaying. I asked my guide if that was my dream character in a past life. He told me yes.

As I looked at my supposed guide, I noticed he kept looking older and older, hair whitening and more wrinkles carving his face.

I then went up to a mirror on the wall, and asked to see what Chris, an ex and old friend, was up to. I don't know what made me want to do this. I was going to create a portal, but I ended up creating a "window" on the mirror instead by tracing a circle with my fingers. The area inside the traced circle ended up turning black at first, and then, I could see this area inside a building. It was by a staircase; the floor and the stairs was a dark, finished wood. I thought I saw Chris walking around amongst the people there. I'm not really sure exactly what I was seeing, but I know Chris was there somewhere. For some reason, I felt like I was looking into the future.

Wow...just wow. This. This was amazing. I have a feeling that the old man was actually my repeating dream character, but I'm not positive. Some of the details have since been lost, but I feel like that was implied, though I'm not positive.

Still...wow. I'm simply amazed.

Dream - Lucid - AP

The first dream I had, I'm almost positive I was lucid, but all I remember about it is being in a forest. As soon as I woke up from it, the details were gone.

~

I was with Kacey. I remember being at work at first, and then we were at some marine biology school. That's where she was studying. I went to sit in on one of her classes. My data analysis teacher, Dr. D, was teaching. I thought that was cool that she taught biology and statistics.

I sat down at a desk, and pulled out a bowl of oatmeal. I was eating the oatmeal throughout the class. Dr. D taught and showed us some film clips of marine life. When she showed us the clips, she turned the lights off.

When the class was over, she turned the lights back on. I got up out of my desk, and looked in front of it. There was a huge pile of oatmeal spilled there. And I mean HUGE, there is no way anyone could eat that much oatmeal in one sitting. I commented on it to Kacey, saying that I guess I spilled some. She said
"Yeah, that's why someone asked what that sound was." Apparently, it made a weird noise when it spilled.
I cleaned up the oatmeal, scooping it into a plastic shopping bag. I put the bag in a suitcase, which was lined with plastic. I bundled up the plastic, and threw everything away. I looked back in my suitcase, and the oatmeal was still there. I threw it away.

Then, I remember some guy coming up to talk to me. He looked about 30-35 or so. He was blonde with a mustache, and had a high-pitched voice. He asked if I remembered him, and started talking to me about my dad, and how he had been one of his patients. He said his voice was so high because he had "X syndrome" (fragile X syndrome in waking life). He walked away. I could not for the life of me remember who he was.

I went outside, and the guy was out there smoking a cigarette. Kacey had said something to me about me needing to avoid him or something. He started talking in his high-pitched voice again.

~

I was with some friends, some people that I'm not close with in waking life. We were all apparently close friends though. It was a group of about 5 or 6 of us. We were at a restaurant, Cracker Barrel maybe.

Then, I remember starting to go back in time. I started to experience an alternate past. I was with the same group of friends, and we were at a gay club. It was an actual gay club we have close to town in waking life, but this one was in a different town. I thought about that for a second. It was dark in the room, definitely a club setting. We were all laughing and having a great time. The time setting was either right at the end of or the end of high school. We were sitting at a table with a bench waiting for the drag show to start. I remember a little bit of the drag show. It was kind of movie-esque. I remember thinking to myself at some point
"If I would have done this, I wouldn't be the same person I am now."

Then, I remember it being stormy. It wasn't nighttime anymore. We were in some other building now, and were being herded into a hallway with lots of windows because there was a tornado warning. My old 7th grade English teacher, Mrs. B, was directing us where to go. I remembered seeing other people go into these interior rooms with no windows. I was baffled: Why would my teacher bring us into this room? There were windows everywhere. You could see how dark the sky looked out the windows.

I decided to say something. I asked Mrs. B why we were out in this room when there were so many windows. She said we had to be there. I started to argue with her, yelling about how stupid and unsafe this was. She yelled back. I think there was some physical fighting involved. I knew I was getting in trouble, but I didn't care. I was pissed.

Then, I remember being in a bus, driving away from the area. The sky looked clear, but then I saw a tornado form. It was a smaller tornado, but I saw it pick up a barn. It wasn't too far behind us. I "remembered" when this had happened in my "real life".

~

I was in my room with Ryan. He had apparently moved into my family's house with me. I thought about how awkward that would be, with him staying in my room and my family being there. He came into the room wearing this dark blue button-up shirt with a light blue shirt underneath. His pants were blue plaid pajama pants. We were apparently going out to eat or something, and I didn't have the heart to tell him that his outfit looked bad. He said he really liked that shirt. I thought it looked like a girl's shirt.

I remember there being some big, black grill-type thing in the middle of the room. It was more like a box, that when you opened it, it started to get hot. You could see the hot, glowing metal. You closed it when you wanted it to shut off. I opened it, and there was some wolf in there, but it wasn't a real wolf. It bit my hand and I laughed, because it didn't bite it hard. Apparently the wolf-but-not-wolf was my friend.

I then remember something about my cat, Belle, being caught in there and needing to be let out. I remember seeing her running around my room.

Then, I saw that Ryan had cleavage. It wasn't weird until I woke up.