Keitorin's Dream Log

Fell asleep: 11:30 P.M. (with trazodone)
Woke up: 9:02 A.M.

9 hours 18 minutes sleep last night
7 hours 38 minutes restful sleep
1 hours 39 minutes restless sleep
82 % restful sleep

Dream: I was exploring a new house we were staying at, and I started finding secret doors, but they all just seemed to be alternate paths to other parts of the house until I found this one that led to a dark room. I tried turning on my activity watch's backlight but I don't know if it worked. Still, I could see better, as I spotted books on a table to the left. I could see that they were probably all just romance but I had to be certain, so I walked up to them and skimmed through them with my eyes. Yep, romance.

At some point I realized this was just another familiar room, that it didn't maybe lead to someone else's house like I speculated after I heard a TV running. Then I realize that someone is coming over - dad. Not knowing what else to do, I waited until he was to my right and yelled "Boo!". He wasn't surprised, as usual.

I'm exploring a specific section of the house. I'm crouched down on the floor looking in the nooks and crannies of a shelf or something, and there's a bunch of objects stuffed in there. There's a kid to my right and I realize it was probably him that did it. I pulled out a handful of writing utensils. Then I start looking for diapers, but all I find is toys and stuff.

Fragment: Looking through a hidden house full of some kind of historical stuff packed away, a man discovers me, another pile of hidden stuff back outside near a tree.

Wakeups:
1:35 A.M. for 23 minutes
3:45 A.M. for 16 minutes
7:20 A.M. for 41 minutes
9:02 A.M. for 15 minutes

I’m somewhere looking through books. I pick up some and look through them, but don’t end up picking any to buy because of the prices. I’m frugal, and I mention this to someone to my left. I’m shocked when I see that one of the books is $8.

I poke through the top of a box but it was children’s books. I saw an Aladdin book with a guy with some scruff and a woman. I wondered who they were.

When I was looking at some eastward facing shelves, I saw something with Ed (from Fullmetal Alchemist) on it. I picked up this box and it had tortilla chips in the bottom and I snort at the ridiculousness of a ‘movie entertainment kit’ like that. They might be stale anyway, who knows when it was brought in.

Someone calls out ‘Nice to see you again, Keitorin!’. I look around as I try to find the source before my eyes land on an older woman. I don’t recognize her at all but she knows me?

Jump.

I’m over by a mirror back around where I was originally looking at books. I have really long hair again and I’m trying to put it up in a ponytail, but when I gather it all up and go to get the ponytail ready, some falls and I have to try scraping it back up. I’m getting frustrated.

A woman who seems to be in my blind spot the whole time comes up and is supposed to be helping me, but she’s doing something off to my right that I can’t figure out. All of a sudden, she does something that startles me and makes me jerk back.

She says something. It’s blurry here, but she had pierced my cheek with a post earring! I was pretty freaked out.

I ended up at home telling mom about it. I keep gingerly touching the outside of it with my hands. I’m having a hard time swallowing properly because it’s awkward.

Mom doesn’t even seem that bothered! She even talks about how she and dad were thinking about getting something to eat, though we really didn’t have much money, but they were getting hungry.

I say, “I can’t even eat because of the piercing!”. I touched the back of the earring with my tongue and jerk back, because it hurts and saliva is gathered up in my mouth.

Inspirations: Aladdin thing from a fanart I saw of characters from The Book of Life. Chips from me having some recently. I wonder if the two dreams with mirrors in them I've had are because I've been reading people's TOTM dreams with them? Piercing might be because I tried to put my ear piercings back in but it messed my ears up.

This one could be a piece of the previous dream (Stucco-walled bedroom) and it’s a bit jumbled. I’ll put it in the order that I’m guessing it happened.

I’m lying in this big bed talking quietly to mom while three men sleep off to my right, including my dad – here’s nearest to me. To my right is wall where a soft light is emanating from somewhere, possibly a lamp.

The men are part of some special program (felt something like they were being trained to be soldiers and some genetic engineering was involved).

I think it’s kind of weird that I’m sleeping with three guys, but dismiss it because of the situation.

Jump.

I’m standing somewhere off to the left and a little boy no taller than my knees asks me to play with him. People are sleeping so I think of saying no, but surprisingly even to myself I say yes (I felt like we were doing Hide & Seek and saw a mental map of how far we could go in the house). But I tell him we have to be quiet and not go too far.

He says we’re going to be play Cops & Robbers, and as he designates me the Robber he calls me ‘lady’ or something similar.

I go find a place to hide. As I’m going down some stairs, I suddenly get an idea. It’s so dark here, he won’t be able to see me. I stop in the stairwell flatten myself up against the wall. As the boy comes running down, I leap forward and grab him around the waist. “Got you!!”

It’s now my turn to ‘seek’. I wait a few seconds before going after him, trying to remember if there was some rule about waiting before going to find them.

I look around and in places before I get to a bathroom. I hear a shower running to the left and realize someone’s in here. I’m quiet as I make my way to another room up ahead. I think that the person showering must be in a room on the other side of the wall.

I look around the room for a second before my eye is caught on a dark grey curtain way up on the wall to the left on a shelf. ‘Could he be…?’ The room is kind of narrow and pretty tall but I somehow get right up the where I need to be.

I grab the curtain and yank it, and there the boy is, crouched down onto the shelf. He looks even smaller, tucked in on himself. “I knew you were up there!” I exclaim incredulously. I grab him down.

The order of events in this dream were a bit confusing.

I’m in ‘my room’ with mom looking at an article in a paper. It’s about The Lord of the Rings. I see two little pictures in circle shapes of Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd with ‘DomDom’ written underneath.

Mom is drawing a line down 3/4 of a page and ripping it out of a book. I say something (to dad?) about not being able to put it up on PaperBackSwap now.

I’m eating a red popsicle. Something about Dino from Katekyo Hitman Reborn!…

Dad comes to get a book from me. I get upset.

Mom (wherever she is) says something like “I told you that we weren’t keeping it!”

It turns into a screaming match.

“Fuck you!”

Me: “I hate you!”

Mom: I hate you too!”

Me: “Fine!”

I spit out the popsicle piece in my mouth and throw it at the open crack in the door at mom.

I start packing my bags to leave.

Notes: Woke up 30 minutes early. I really hate dreams like this, they linger on in RL. @_@ I guess ‘screaming matches with mom’ may as well be a dream sign by now. At times like these I feel lucky that I rarely actually experience the emotions in the dream.

1) I go in the bathroom to change (at grandma’s house?), but Rane is in there changing too. When I put on the clothes, something isn’t right. They’re choking me but I can’t get them off. Rane starts helping me but is taking too long and I’m starting to panic, I start getting lightheaded and reach back to pull some Velcro apart, and the clothes fall off.

We get in a bit of a fight, something about not trusting. I say something sarcastically to her. ‘So I should just…and trust…”

2) We’re preparing to move. There’s a truck outside. Dad is cooking something. I step down on a step where food is (spaghetti sauce?), but no one says anything about me getting the food dirty.

I ask mom if I can get my jacket, but she says I won’t need it?, but I want it.

Inside, the cats were put into rooms to keep them out of the way. Jazzy loves all over me when I go in. One cat gets out at one point and I put them back in a room. I feel sorry for them.

I remember one door was open a crack, I figure two cats must be sharing a room then if no one is using one - hopefully it’s Smoke and Jazzy since they might get along better than Spice and Jazzy.

I also remember trying to turn the lights on but they wouldn’t come on, the rooms were dark. I figured mom must have turned the breaker off. I wonder if the cats are scared of the darkness.

3) We’re heading somewhere in a vehicle but I’m not happy and want to go back. I say something about how I will, and mom makes fun of me. ‘Oh, you will?’. There’s a white screen projecting in the back, and symbols pop up telling where we need to go. One is a Y symbol.

4) Like 5 people getting into a pose for something.

Possible inspiration: A lot of these dreams had shades of dissatisfaction in them! Maybe that’s why I was in such a bad mood today. :/ And they were connected. I wonder if I've been falling back asleep and waking back up with this gathering of fragments. 2#: Had spaghetti the other day. Think one of the piece of clothes in #1 was a skirt I was thinking about wearing yesterday.

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.