Grischkaja's world of dreams and mysteries

Hello. Nothing interseting just fragments, unfortunately

Hours of sleep: 6.2 h
Vividness: 2/5
Recall:1/5

1. It's night and I'm on a bus station. I want to go home. A bus comes and I jump in. Suddenly I remember that I first drove with my car to this station. I wonder how i can get back in my car. The buses doesn't stop and keeps on driving.
2. I'm in a pub and there are a few weird guys. They speak with an terrible American accent. They sit on the same table as I. A waiter comes and ask what we wanted to drink. I didn't want something to drink. But the waiter said:
- Ok you ordered Guinnes for everyone.
He left. One of the weird guys smokes a cigarette. He says that he has to leave, but he wanted that I take his cigarette. And I have to make sure that it doesn't go out.

Hello :/ Yesterday, I had such an unrealistic dream, that I ask myself why I didn't see that it was an dream

Well the dream starts very logical: I'm walking through a forest. Everything is so peaceful and quite. A few birds are twittering and all this stuff.
But suddenly, out of nowhere, I have a bag with a football (soccer) a towel and stuff to take a sunbath on the beach. In one hand I have an parasol, in the other hand a surfboard. Apparently I'm going to sunbath on a beach... My parents and my brother show up, we all are going together on the beach. I'm wondering why we go through a forest, when we go to the sea? I try to remember how I got there. I'm wondering why I'm not so exhausted, when we just arrived on the beach? (for information, we go to France in our holidays and we have to drive 10 hours or so in the car). I want to develop my thoughts but something unexpected happens.
Suddenly a bird sh*ts on me! It's disgusting! But it just wasn't one bird, but ten birds were making it! I have the feeling that I'm sort of target. I try to avoid the sh*t but I fail every time! Finally I'm out of this f***ing forest. (I don't want to describe the feeling of having bird-poop running down my shoulders an my neck) In front of us is the sea, but it's so different from reality: it reminds me of the lac I used to go swimming this summer). In Addition, there were everywhere seaweed. A woman was swimming in it and it looked really disgusting. I just couldn't stop thinking of all these disgusting things and didn't realize that it's a dream.
The scenario changes. I'm wearing the same clothes as previously, the poop hasn't gone. But now I'm in a sort of garage. An old man is working on a car. It turns out that's my grand-uncle from Illinois, although he doesn't look like him. He speaks but I don't understand what he's saying. I have the feeling that I have to help to repair his car. He wants to know, what happened to me, that my t-shirt is so smelly and disgusting. I explain to him the episode with the birds. He believes me and he want to take a close look on my T-shirt. I take it off an suddenly I'm standing in a white room. It's a consultation room and a doctor is there. He says: Yes, there's no doubt it's bird-shit!
He gives me a ticket and I open the door to leave. I'm suddenly at a train station. My brother is there and he he's smoking a cigarette (by the way, he's 11). My parents show up and shout at him, because he's smoking. "It's unacceptable!" says my dad. He puts it out and they leave.
I'm alone now, I'm really nervous, look if my parents aren't there and I take a cigarette-box out of my pocket and take a cigarette. (as non-smoker) I think: " Yeah he's to little to smoke, but I'm the master of my own decision" (very ironic). I put it in my mouth but I have no lighter. I want to ask someone for a light, but there's no smoker. I suddenly realize that I've got some matches in my pocket. I take them out and it turns out that they are matches to put the BBQ on. I wonder how I have to use it. I find in my pockets some kind of chewing-gum, that burns by friction I manage to light the match, without burning my-self. But I don't manage to light it. So I put the match out and throw it on the rails and put the cigarette out of my mouth. It has transformed into a cokkie (aha sure) and I eat it.
I walk down the station and meet a friend. He takes my ticket and we arrive in a room, where a lot of seats are. It's some kind of plane, the people who are there are excited to take off. I sit down next to another friend, who gives me popcorn.

I awake HOLY CRAP! WHY didn't I realize that this was a dream? ARRRRRRRRRR

Hello again This morning, I had no time to post my dreams (first day of university!!). Anyway, I post now my 3 dreams.

1. I'm in my home town. For one unknown reason, I have to go to the town-centre, which is located in a valley (my home town is surrounded with hills, obviously). But the road is covered with ice. It's nearly impossible for me to make one step after another, I'm gliding over the ice. I decide to take another way (gliding down the hill seems to me too dangerous) and glide along a road away from the principle road.
In normal life, this roads leads to my old primary school, not far away from the city centre.
But suddenly there is no ice and I'm at a complete different place! This place looks like the region around my town, which is definitely not the place I want to be... The only difference is, that there is a river or lac in front of me, which I have to pass. ... AND I walk simply over the water and wave with my arms like if I tried to fly I'm asking myself how this is possible, don't find any explanation, but I keep on waving my arms and after 5 minutes, I'm on the other side.
I'm totally amazed. Suddenly, there is a pick-up truck in front of me. I simply jump in wait that the truck starts driving away
2. I'm in a shop. I have the urge need to.... buy something. Although there are just hammers, nails etc., I look for computergames. I find a few, but there aren't interesting at all. So I decide to continue my "quest" and look at different places in the shop. But after a few minutes I'm exhausted, so I decide to leave the shop.
3. I'm outsides, sitting in a comfortable chair and I'm smoking a cigarette (and I'm a convinced non-smoker). Alternatively, a few DC show up and disappear. Every time I see a DC, my cigarette disappears gone, and when a DC disappears, my cigarette is there again. I'm also wondering why I'm smoking a cigarette, but just keep on smoking...


To sum up, I missed every opportunity to become lucid