Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I was in my room, watching my cat, Belle, who is an all-white, fluffy female cat, walk around and be cuddly with an all-black, fluffy male cat. IWL my cat doesn't like other animals...or well, anyone really. But in this dream, I was surprised at how she was acting towards this kitty.

A cat identical to Belle then came up, and the black cat walked away, and Belle wasn't mean to her doppleganger, but she didn't interact with her at all. I thought maybe it was because they were both female.

This is the second time recently that I've dreamed of my anti-social cat interacting with another cat in a friendly way. Hmm...

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I was in a huge room that seemed to be some sort of lobby area or something. Sunlight came in through the windows, lighting up the area. In the center of the room was a giant aquarium about the size of a pool table. There was a dark blue beta fish that looked like my brother's IWL beta, and some other fish as well, some small, round silvery fish and some others. There were other people milling about as well; I feel like a lot of them were famous.

I then put some of the fish in a big, black cup with my pee in it? I don't really know why, but whatever I guess. I watched the fish swim around. How they weren't dead, I'm not sure. I dumped the fish back in the tank with some of the pee. I walked away and did something else for awhile, and then, when I came back, I noticed how cloudy the water in the tank was; it was white and almost opaque. Crap. I need to clean out that tank!

I then got on one side of the aquarium, and pushed it to get some of the water out. Some of it sloshed out at the end, but a lot of it was blocked by some white mechanism on the edge of the tank. Enough had gotten out though so that I could fill in with more water. I did just that, I think with the large black cup, then freaked out a little because I almost forgot to put the solution in the water to make it breathable for the fish. Out loud, I exclaimed
"Oh yeah! The solution!"
I said this to someone in particular, and also to myself.

I ran to grab the solution, came back, twisted the cap off, turned it over, squirted some in the white cap, and dumped it into the aquarium. I asked my brother, who was there apparently, how much solution he usually used. He said 3-5 capfuls. So I filled it two more times, quickly and a bit messily, and dumped them into the tank. I felt relieved after I did that, though I noticed the tank wasn't squeaky clean, it was a lot cleaner than it was. I still saw some debris floating around. I also noticed that there was this big white tube in the tank, running down the middle. It looked similar to a cat toy I have IWL that's a little fabric tunnel that my cat can run in and out of. It has small white aquarium pebbles in the bottom of it. I was trying to get it straightened out, but it was awkward to do so. I thought I had messed it up a bit when I dumped the water out.

I then noticed that on the inside of the tank, there was now an air hockey table instead of the bottom the aquarium. The fish were gone too. I started to get mad, because I was afraid the fish would get hurt now. I saw the man who did it, who was a guy in a business suit, and I started to get mad at him, saying I just cleaned the tank and all that mess. He back off, and I pushed or cranked something that started to split the air hockey table down the middle, and back down into the tank, while the fish and all that were starting to be exposed again. I remember seeing lots of grey metal mechanisms inside the tank while this happened.

~

I was in the same kind of area as the last dream. Someone, a woman my age, approached me, and told me the manager wanted to see me in the office, and talk to me about some sort of promotion. She mentioned that the manager wanted to hire a manager above them. I thought that was weird, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that idea since I was such a new employee, but I followed the woman to the office, which had a lot of people inside.

The area was made out of a lighter-colored wood. It was also a pretty small area. On one side, there was us, the employees, sitting on benches carved out of the wall. On the other side is where the management sat, but they sat behind what looked like how you would see a concession stand set up, with them on the other side of a half wall with a wide, glassless window that they looked out of.

I was sitting and joking with some guy that I think had a mask or costume on. I also think my old friend Cameron was there. I thought about how I hadn't seen him in ages.

The manager was calling people up one by one to do some survey. She called someone, and then, the guy I was sitting with, but then, no one else got called; after only two people doing the survey, they said we were done. We got up to leave. I wondered when they would talk to me about the promotion.

Dream - Lucid

I was with Ryan. Apparently, his marriage didn't work out, so he went back to me. I was leaning and cuddling on him.

We were then watching some news clip I think of a Middle Eastern or maybe a Spanish guy in a bike race. Something happened, and he started shouting in another language, took a gun, and blew his face off. I didn't look at the part where he killed himself.

His white shirt with various little logos on it was then laid out in front of us. It was clean of any blood, surprisingly. I thought to myself that maybe they washed it. I touched it. I then caught a whiff of sweat. It was from the shirt. I thought about how very hauntingly strange it was that his shirt still smelled like sweat and all that, but he was no longer alive. It was a bit unsettling.

Then, we were outside this small house, and moving on some sort of train with it. I think we were sitting down. The train then picked up speed, and we were then going so fast, that everything, including us, started to look polygonal; the best thing I can compare it to would be N64 graphics. We just kept going faster and faster.

~

I then woke up for a bit, tossed and turned, then, when I got comfy and I got my brain to stop going a mile a minute, I felt the buzzing in my head associated with SP. I knew I was going to be in a dream soon, so I concentrated on staying calm so I wouldn't jar myself out of it.

I then was sitting in my living room, staring at an orange cat sitting on the floor. It looked like Pounce, a cat we had to put to sleep last year. I thought that was odd...I must be dreaming. To check, I stared at the cat, and concentrated on changing its appearance. It then changed into an orange and white cat that looked like a cat named Kira I looked after one time. Definitely a dream!

I looked at my hand, and I counted 8 fingers. That's...a lot more extra fingers than I'm used to seeing in dreams. Oh well. My mom then walked quickly by, and down the hallway. I went after her, about to tell her we were in a lucid dream, but I couldn't really talk...it was weird, like something was blocking my voice from coming out.

I then went into the bathroom instead, and looked in the mirror. My face looked weird and dark at first, and was slightly covered by my hair, so I got closer to the mirror, and...my facial features were all mixed up. As I continued to look, some features disappeared completely, and my face looked almost like a blank sheet of skin. Very, very strange.

I woke up after that, but kept my eyes closed, and soon enough, I was feeling the buzzing again. I decided to experiment, and tried to concentrate the buzzing to my heart to see what happened. I didn't notice much difference, so I concentrated it to my head instead. I buzzed for awhile, then, I was again in a dream. I don't remember much from this one, except for there was a point that I was outside, flying amongst the green trees in the daytime, little by little gaining height. I still don't think I could talk.

~

I then was in a non-lucid. All I can remember from this is that I was "remembering" a dream "memory". As I was "remembering" it, I wondered if it had been real memory or a dream memory, but ultimately decided it was real. I was "remembering" going to an Asian man's house for sleep therapy. He was in his thirties, and had glasses. I "remembered" sitting in a big living area with him on lots of pillows that covered the floor. I then "remembered" sitting on a bed with him, and watching him smoke heroin out of a glass pipe? It was so weird. I did not join him in partaking of the dangerous drug. I don't think I was supposed to tell anyone about him smoking the heroin.

That's really all I can remember though, is "remembering" going to sleep therapy at this guy's house, and watching him smoke drugs, wondering whether or not it all really happened. I'm sure there was more to it than that, but that's all I can really recall.

I have had a majorly busy week at this new job. I absolutely love it; I am SO blessed to have this job. It's had to be the first thing on my mind though, so dream recall has had to take the back burner. Next week won't be as busy, so I'll be trying to remember more dreams.

Dream - Lucid

All I remember are bits and pieces from last night.

I was up and couldn't fall back asleep. Jake was with me, I believe. We turned Netflix on. I was going to do something to make myself tired again, but looking out the window, I noticed morning was breaking, and I had to be up anyway. I remember sitting on my knees on the foot of the bed when it was still dark. My bed was set at an angle, like it used to be when I was younger.

~

My cat was much smaller, and I was trying to get her to cuddle with another cat. I moved her paws onto the other cat, who was a short-haired, dark-colored tabby, and she didn't resist, and started cuddling (definitely a dream...). This was very surprising to me in the dream.

~

I was telling some girl off. I don't remember what I said or why.

Dream - Lucid

I was giving my old cats, Ziggy and Pounce, to my old manager, Virginia. The room we were in had tons of black cages on the floor with animals in them. They were to be put to sleep; it's why I was giving my cats to Virginia...they were old and sick (IWL both had to be put down, Ziggy when I was 15, and Pounce just last year). I handed the kitties over to Virginia. She seemed very professional and emotionally detatched from the job (I suppose you'd have to be, wouldn't you?).

Then, I remember walking into my grandparents' house, though it didn't resemble any house I've actually seen before. I went through a couple of rooms, and found them in a wooden room. They were having a huge sale inside their house that had been going on for a long time, day in and day out. They were just getting rid of what seemed to be old junk that was all displayed, lined up on a wall by some windows. I saw Barbie-like figurines, an old Walkman CD player, among other things. People were coming in and buy them for garage sale prices. I think there were also some animals in cages here too, I remember seeing some puppies or small dogs; they were for sale as well. I saw someone, a man, pick up and buy the old Walkman, and something else from one of the bins.

I then saw Virginia again, and asked her about my cats, and if they'd been put down yet. I asked her while not making eye contact, because I was trying not to show her it was a tough subject, and it did hurt me. She told me that they had, saying one had just recently been put down. I don't remember what else we said, if anything. The animals at my grandparents' were somehow connected to what Virginia was doing.

Then, I was going through some more things to put out for my grandparents' sale, some more old Barbie doll type toys. I noticed that there were some on display already, and someone had made it so one of the Barbies looked like they were making out with a Ken doll. The Barbie was bent backwards, and the Ken was leaning in and "kissing" her. I kinda didn't know how they were even standing up that way, but I let it be for the time being; I'd fix it later.

I started to set out some small dog figurines. There were some that were already up there with the Barbies, but I guess I had some other ones. I remember specifically setting out a small, black, fluffy dog, that kind of looked like a Pekingese with a haircut. Its tongue was hanging out.



Like that, except for it was black. And also a toy.

I got out some more figurines, I remember one that wasn't a Barbie at all, but it looked like an old McDonald's toy, some superhero or supervillain. I then fixed the Barbie that looked like it was making out with Ken so they were both standing upright and not "kissing".

I remember thinking that though the stuff I was setting out was mine, I wasn't sure if I'd be getting the money for it, of if my grandparents would be. I figured it would be my grandparents, and I was ok with that.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a movie theater, watching a movie, some romantic comedy. I think one of my friends was there with me. It was a movie I had seen many times, and I kept going back to watch it. I also kept getting a couple of guys to meet me there, one I remember for sure being Nick, the first guy I ever kissed back in the 7th grade. I was really happy in the dream, excited to be going back to the same movie again and again. I apparently did it to give these guys advice.

I was sitting in the theater, which didn't have many people at all in it, and I looked behind me. It was Nick and the other guy. I then looked back towards the movie. Again, I turned behind me, and two cats were sitting in the seats, one being Pounce, an old cat of mine that we had to put down, and maaaybe Belle, my current kitty. I said something about the cats to whoever was sitting with me, smiling as I said it. I was just impressed that they were sitting so close to one another and behaving.

I then left the movie when it was over, and came back later to watch it again. I told someone I was going to see it again to "give advice". I went to sit down in the theater. No one else was there at all. I then looked down at my phone, and noticed it was dying. There were three small lights on top of it by the earpiece, one red, one orange, and one green. Two of the lights were out, meaning that it was going to die when the last light went out. I somehow then associated that with Pounce, and how she was running out of batteries. I needed to charge her...or my phone...or whatever! Also, on the floor by my feet, I saw my pillow, sleeping mask, among other things that I can't recall. It was like I was camping out there or something. I don't know. I then got up to use the bathroom or make a call or something.

I then went back into the theater, and more people were in there now. I hoped no one was sitting in my seat. Surely they would notice all my things there. I remember being worried about the cat/phone battery for awhile.

I remember talking to a friend about it when I was somewhere else, saying I was going to go back to the theater again. I also remember Nick being there when we weren't at the theater at some point.

~

I was talking to a friend about the theater. I said, enthusiastically,
"You know where to find me!"

My alarm then woke me up.

Dream - Lucid

I was at some kind of meeting or function. There were lots of people there. I want to say we were outside. I was sitting against a half a wall. Not quite stairs, though the wall could function that way; it's hard to explain. I'll just call them wall/stairs. There were some rooms or other areas up there.

It was then dark outside. I was still at this function, when I noticed that the wall/stairs was leaking magma in certain areas. There were people, scientists or something, inspecting it and taking measurements. No one else seemed really concerned about the magma except for me and the scientists. I remember seeing some magma flow out onto a black scientist's thumb while he wasn't paying attention, and I thought for sure it would burn him, but it didn't; he didn't even seem to notice.

I then got up and saw that I had been sitting with my back to a lot of magma flowing from this wall/stairs. I hadn't felt any heat or burning or anything at all. Odd. I watched the scientists some more as they collected samples. Some of the magma being examined had an unnatural glow to it. I watched one of the scientists walk by me with rubber gloves on covered in a reddish residue. I figured it was from the magma. I then watched some of the wall crumble as more magma slowly flowed out.

Then, on two TV screens up above me (now we seemed to be inside instead of outside), there was a warning being flashed because of the magma, which also had some weird chemicals in it that made it even more dangerous than regular magma. We all needed to evacuate. That's when I realized my home was in danger. I ran up the short wall/stairs and into one of the rooms. There was a guy with me helping me out. He looked like the blonde scientist from Dark City (watched the movie last night IWL).

The main thing I wanted to rescue was my cat. Apparently, I kept her in a big hamster/bird cage? Anyway, the blonde scientist scooped her out of her litter box. I was glad she was in there at that time, because otherwise, I was afraid I'd lose her. I took her from the scientist, and we both grabbed as much of her stuff as we could. I then walked over to my bed to grab some more things, like clothes and stuff. I sifted through a pile of pajama pants, trying to decide which ones to take. I was saying out loud that I couldn't decide which ones I wanted to take. I wanted to take the ones with Thumper the bunny on them since I saw them first (a pair I actually own IWL, but rarely wear), but there were others that I actually really liked and wore more often that I would rather have. I was in a hurry though, and didn't feel I had enough time to go through them all and decide that way. I just grabbed a bunch, the Thumper ones pink being some of the ones I grabbed. While we were running to a safer place, I noticed I was holding onto the cat too tightly, and loosened my grip a bit. She didn't struggle or anything.

At some point, we noticed that my key chain had some keys broken off from it. I examined them, and noticed it was only the keys to Jake's apartment, the ones that no longer worked since the locks got changed. All the keys I needed were there.

We were then in this quiet apartment, though in the same building as we were in, it was safe for some reason. I set up the cage, put her food dish in it, and told the blonde scientist that was with me to open the top of her cage to get the litter box in it. The litter box didn't seem like it should fit at all; it was way too big. But it fit. We put the cat in there too. I then told the scientist I needed to go get her water dish. The scientist picked up a small green bowl that we could use instead, since it was so dangerous where I had previously been. I said we could do that if I couldn't get her original water dish, and to myself, I thought I could grab some more things, like more clothes, out of there as well while I was over there. I ran off.

When I got to the magma scene, I ran up and down the aisle, looking for my previous location. I could have sworn it was here. I looked to the wall/stairs to my left, and noticed a line of guys standing on top of one of the wall/stairs that was accumulating more and more magma. I had no time to think about why they were doing this; it was total chaos here anyway, the reasons were endless. I ran up and down the aisle a few more times, then, to my right, saw a hallway. I ran down the hallway, and it was light there, more peaceful, no smoke or chaos. At a desk sat my friend, Rachel. We talked about the magma for a second, asking one another if we'd heard about it. Then, I was where I needed to be.

As I entered, it was smoky, and lots of people were running around in the craziness. I saw a huge section of fold-out chairs in front of me. At the front of them, whom I almost ran by, was Seth Rogen. He was just standing there. As I went by, I said
"Seth, I need your help."
He then agreed to help me, while saying to his friends
"I'm going to go help this girl," with emphasis on the girl part. It was like he was trying to impress his friends, saying he was going to help a female, or something like that.

I then ran with Seth behind me, looking down the aisles of chairs that were on my right. I knew the water dish was down one of them. There were a few people down all of them, panicking, trying to figure out what exactly they should do. We came to some of the middle sections, and I was sure the dish had to be down one of them. Though I was worried the panicking people would get in the way, I told Seth to go down to the end of one, and the dish should be there. He went down the aisle to look for the dish.

Dream - Lucid

I was at my house. It was like I was in a video game, and I was lucid. I don't remember at what point I became lucid, I just remember that I was.

I went into the piano room. It was very dark. I walked up to the piano, and faintly saw my mom sitting there, playing, though I didn't hear any music. I sat down on the piano bench next to her. She stopped playing. For some reason, I thought she was going to be upset with me. Instead, she put her left arm around me and hugged me. We pulled away, and in her mouth, I saw a light blue pacifier.

~

I was, again, in a video game. I was with my mom, dad, and my cat, though I'm not sure if my brother was there or not. We were outside in a field with trees, like a more realistic, less blocky-looking Minecraft. The sky was blue, but it didn't look sunny. My dad was holding something the whole time, I think it was my cat.

Also with us was JP. I didn't know how we got into this situation with him, I didn't know why he was there. He was being his sly, charming, shady self, and for some reason, we were following him around. I kept wanting to tell my dad that JP was bad news, but I didn't want to do it in front of JP, in fear that he would hurt me or my family. I was surprised my dad couldn't tell something was wrong with him, since he's a psychiatrist. Maybe he did, but had the same fear as I.

At some point, we met JP's dad, whom I've never actually met IWL (I don't think he ever met him either, actually). He had the shaggy brown hair and mustache, but he looked a bit different than my guide, I think. I only ever saw him at a distance. I want to say he was in some other "dimension" of the world.

We were then underneath some white stone pavilion. JP wanted access to the "rainbow realm", and my dad had the means to get there. I knew it was bad, bad news if JP had access to that world for some reason. But my dad gave him what he needed anyway. All I had wanted my dad to do was pull his gun and kill him, but I knew JP had a gun too, and I didn't want anyone else to get hurt who didn't have to. I then watched as JP put together the rest of his portal or whatever it was, and he was surrounded by a rainbow glow. I think it made him more powerful.

We were then in what was supposed to be the "rainbow realm", but it looked the same as the original dimension, save for JP's dad was there too. The next thing I knew, we were running from them. My mom and I were both holding a different Belle (my cat). The one mom was holding was white, like IWL Belle is, and the one I was holding was a smoky grey with some brown speckles mixed in. As we ran, JP and his dad threw knives at us. One hit the Belle that mom was holding. My mom tossed her dead body aside. As she did, I saw the body as it came by me. I saw the stab wound, and the cat was no longer white, but looked like the one I was holding.

I was getting tired; my legs felt like they were going to give out. JP's dad, the one pursuing me the most, threw a knife at me that narrowly missed. I then tripped and fell, exhausted. As I fell, to save the cat, I tossed her aside and hoped she ran away. JP's dad closed in on me, though I kept trying to crawl away.

I woke up before he caught me.

~

I was in my house in my brother and I's bathroom. There was something inside the shower behind the half-closed curtain, but I wasn't sure what it was. I took a brown Kroger shopping bag with some objects in it, and hit it, whatever it was; I never saw what I was hitting. I then saw Belle, my cat, come out of the shower. She looked like she had a little nick in her fur on her neck, but there was no blood or anything. She was just fine. I pet her a bit.

I then walked into some gym-type room with lots of exercise machines. Not where I needed to be, and as I was leaving, I saw a ton of machines on the wall, as in suspended on the higher parts of the wall. On one of them, an exercise bike I believe, I saw someone I went to high school with named Jason.

I was then back at my house. I went into my parents' bedroom. None of the lights were on, but it wasn't pitch dark, just kind of dim. I started to go into the bathroom, when I saw two white cats that looked like Belle right outside of it, one pouring blood from a wound in her head/neck area, and the other dead, her eyes lifeless and cloudy. I touched the dead one, who looked more like a kitten than a full-grown cat, and her body was cold. I looked to the other, a more grown up cat, and she was trying to keep walking on, trying to keep going despite the bloody gash in her head. I started to get very upset, because not only was a cat dead and the other critically wounded, I knew I had done it when I hit the thing in the shower. I knew it, and I knew that the Belle that I pet in shower did not get hit. It was weird. I started yelling for my brother to call someone so we could get this cat to the animal ER. I didn't have very high hopes of her making it.

~

I was at some house party with a bunch of people I didn't know. It was nighttime. I had been talking with some guy right outside the house, and apparently, I was being a smartass. In fact, I was an asshole apparently, according to everyone at the party. I don't think I was trying to be, really, I was just coming off that way.

They all started to kind of gang up on me, calling me a jerk and stuff, telling everyone who didn't know that I was a jerk. I took it by being a smartass back to them. Then, I decided to be nice and polite to everyone instead.
"I can be nice too," I said.
The main guy whom I had been talking to before said something like "Oh yeah?" back.
I then started to reintroduce myself to everyone with a huge, genuine smile on my face.
"Hi, I'm Krista, it's nice to meet you!" I said to the people around me, each individually, shaking their hands. That seemed to be working!

I then remember being inside the house for a little bit.

Then, outside again, I introduced myself to a guy that looked like Jonah Hill. I think someone brought him up to me so he could meet me. We chatted for awhile, and started to kind of like one another. I knew he was kind of getting a crush on me.

We then were on a brown, wooden boat on this very big lake. Things started to get Minecraft-y here (so who can guess what game I've been playing lately? ). The boat kept almost overturning, and then, I fell out of the boat. The water was very, very cold. So cold, my legs were going numb, and I could barely move them. The guy who looked like Jonah Hill (I'm just gonna call him Jonah from now on) helped me out of the freezing water and back into the boat.

The boat then overturned, and we both fell out. I remember being underwater and seeing him. I was trying to reach him before he went over a waterfall that was not far from us. The current would take us there if we weren't careful.

I then pulled out a dirt block (Minecraft) so I would float, and while underwater, picked up another dirt block, and swam more quickly to Jonah, who was heading straight for the waterfall. I gave him the dirt block so he'd float too, and pulled him to safety.

Then, we were back at the house where the party was, and he cutely asked me if he could have my number. I smiled and said
"Yeah! Hold on, let me go get my phone."
I went back in to get my phone.

Then, I woke up.

Dream - Lucid

I was reading a poem which was about three other poems, one of my poems being one of them. I was very honored that someone would pick one of my poems to write a poem about. The only thing I saw that was weird was a misplaced word, "yay", being in there.

I then remember reading it from a different angle, like it was all in 3D. All the letters looked like they were encased in glass. Inside one of them was a reflection of the word "yay" in a light reddish-purple color. I supposed that the author of the poem-about-poems saw that and thought it was part of my poem, when really, it was only a reflection of a word from another poem.

Then, there were all these shoes on this stage, and something happened depending on how you had them laid out. I kept moving some and knocking some over to see what would happen. There were black high heels, grey high heels, black knee-high boots, and probably more that I can't remember.

Throughout this dream, my mouth was terribly dried out. I would try to drink water to wet it, but it was like the water wasn't even touching my bone-dry tongue. I couldn't even feel it enter my mouth.

I woke up with my mouth being extremely dry from breathing through it, my nose being too stuffy to breathe out of. I cleared it out, had some water, and went back to sleep, finally able to breathe through my nose again.

~

I was inside of some video game, one that I had beaten before, apparently. Jake was with me.

We came up to Cinderella, who was somewhere outside, just standing in some grass by the road (which looked like a road close to where I live), and talked to her. She was dressed in her ball gown. She had this mission that she was on, saving people who were less than fortunate; they were tiny and deformed, not even really people, I guess. It was so weird. But anyway, she asked us to get this kitten in the room the tiny people were in, which was actually the bonus room at my house. She called the tiny people "middle class" something or others, I can't quite remember.

So we got the kitten, a black and white kitten with these small black balls on the tips of its whiskers. It looked like my brother's girlfriend's kitten, save for the whisker balls. Well that room was where my cat, Belle, likes to stay, and she doesn't like other cats. The kitten just wanted to play, but my cat wanted no part in it. I then saw the tiny people come out from behind the couch. They were basically just heads and legs, reminding me of Mr. Saturn from Super Smash Bros.

Then, Cinderella said something about how one of the tiny people had gone missing.

Jake and I were then going through this glass tunnel. We went into this room, one that we were supposed to get for either Belle or the black and white kitten, and there was a boss to beat in there, this small, green monster that kind of looked like the Cheshire Cat. It had black stripes on its back. I wasn't ready to activate it yet (we had to talk to it or hit it or something to activate the battle), but Jake went ahead and did it anyway. I said
"Alright, you can beat him then," and gave him a lightsaber that glowed red when drawn.
He said something like "This is easy" in response.
I watched him hit the creature over and over. When he was about to deal the final blow, the boss looked at me with the exact look my cat gives me when she's pissed, with ears back and eyes wide. I shut the door to the room that Jake and the boss were in and walked back down the glass tunnel.

Then, I was in a kitchen, sitting in a chair at the table, and these two people, a mother and father, were talking to their little girl. Her parents were telling her that her grandparents and I were leaving the next day in the morning. The girl looked very sad. Then, her parents said they would leave after breakfast, and she perked up a little and said
"Well at least I still get breakfast!"
I was wondering how in the world I was related to this girl, because apparently I was. I looked at her, and that's when I noticed how much she resembled Honey Boo Boo from the reality show "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo" (in my defense, a show I've never watched, and never plan to IWL). I was then trying to get out of the chair I was sitting in, but for some reason, one of my legs was kind of stuck between the table and the chair. I kept saying "ow" trying to get it out, even though it didn't hurt. I finally freed it.

Dream - Lucid

I was at what looked exactly like Jake's apartment with a bunch of other people, including my friend Rachel, and one of my old teachers from college, Mr. H. Apparently, it was some sort of class.

Mr. H told us all to go around the apartment and memorize as many items that were there as we could "in order", whatever that meant. We all then started, and I stuck by Rachel. We named off all these items as we all scattered across the apartment. I remember seeing a lot of vegetables in the kitchen area. The one I specifically remember is cucumbers for some reason. I named off other items in my head, talking to Rachel about them. Everyone seemed excited.

We only had a short amount of time to do this. Mr. H soon called us back, and we all sat on the couch in the living room (even the couch was the exact same as in Jake's apartment). He gave us worksheets, and we had to name off the items we remembered "in order", and answer some other questions about them. I had been trying to remember all the items I encountered, beginning with the first one, but I started to get confused, and just wrote down each of the individual vegetables and some other random things. That question was actually closer to the bottom of the worksheet.

I noticed that others were having little to no trouble remembering the items; one girl even had over 500 items listed, I think the exact number was 534. Many were already turning in their assignments, which Mr. H was grading right away, and they were getting good grades. I know at least one person got a 100.

I think I was the last to finish the assignment. I felt like I wasn't going to do very well. I turned it in to Mr. H, who was sitting on a kitchen chair in the living room, close to the door. I sat down in another kitchen chair close to him and waited. He gave my paper back shortly, and it said 54 on the top. Great. I got a 54. And everyone else is musing about their awesome 100s and such. Ugh, I feel like a complete idiot.

But then, Mr. H pointed something out to me. There was some weird, small white sign between us with a red number on it. There was the number 119 written over the 54. I guess I got a 119. Um...yeah, I can live with that, that's awesome as fuck, but wtf?

~

I was sitting outside my front door on the red brick stairs that lead up to it. It was sunny and nice outside; a great day. I want to say it was morning, actually. A small calico cat came up to me, and I started to pet her. She was so sweet! I was talking to her, saying she was adorable and such, and then I looked to my right, and there was a cop just sitting there, in his uniform, drinking a mug of coffee (I'm pretty sure it was coffee). He looked fairly young and had short dark brown hair and a mustache. Internally, I freaked out at first, then realized I had absolutely nothing to hide, nothing to freak out about. He looked at me. He looked content and relaxed with a happy look about his face, though not overly so. He said something about the cat's owner, whom I think was actually him.

Then, I was playing this PC game that I used to play when I was a kid. I'm going to break from the dream for a second to explain the actual game. It was one of the first online games I ever played. It had come with this other game I had, some game from the "Jump-Start" series of PC games. I want to say the game was called Knowledge Land. You "walk" (slide) around a coarse 3-D world with other players with an avatar, the most common avatar being a mouse. You earned other avatars, such as tigers and even humans, by collecting different types of cards, some of which you earned by going into this cave thing and answering questions that this computer asked you, and some of which you could just pick up off the ground.

Anyway, I was playing that for some reason, and I felt like I was a little old for it, and the game was waaay outdated, so I would more than likely be the only person playing it. But I was wrong, there were others playing. I was friends on there with some guy with a Japanese-type robot avatar. The game in the dream had the same idea as the real Knowledge Land, but it was very different graphic-wise; there was a more extensive 3-D world, and you could move about it more freely. I was helping the robot guy with something, though I can't remember what.

Then, I was in an elevator with Andy, I think Jase, and some other guys. They were holding up these Star Wars t-shirts to their bodies, showing them off since they had just bought them. They were excited about them. I commented on Andy's, saying it was really cool.

Then, the elevator started to move down very quickly, and I started to freak out a little because I was floating up towards the ceiling from the speed we were traveling. Everyone else seemed to be grounded but me. They were holding onto some railing I think. I was commenting on it to them. I then thought about curling into a fetal position as I usually do in these dreams with the elevator (a fairly common theme for me), but I started trying to get a handle on the handrail so I could stay put, even though I actually started to really enjoy the floating.

The elevator then started moving in other directions, like forward and down hills and stuff.
"Wooo!" I said, "It's like a roller coaster!"
I was having fun. I could even see out these windows that were now in the elevator. We were being carried on this rail that was above us. There was water around I believe, and we were traveling through a building. I remember seeing lots of metal bars.

We finally stopped and got off the elevator. I think we were in some sort of parking garage.

~

I had another dream this morning, but I can't remember it right now.

Dream - Lucid

I was somewhere with my mom. We were inside, and I remember the colors being bright tones of purple, blue, and there was some darker red in there. She was showing me how to cut things with a machete. I don't like knives or things like that, it's kind of an irrational fear I posses in waking life, and apparently in my dreams too. I wasn't really too scared though, more just worried that she would slip up and hurt me. I kept thinking that a machete blade was so sharp, it would slice at the slightest contact.

My mom was showing me some way to cut where you threw it in the air and it would come back down. When she did that, it grazed my left thumb. It didn't hurt, and I looked at my thumb and didn't notice anything immediately weird, but then I saw a slight line that went all around the pad of my thumb. I told my mom I needed to go to the hospital right away. I touched the cut part of my thumb, and it was barely attached. It then started to ooze some blood out the sides of the cut. Then I noticed the pain. I held the piece of my thumb to the rest of it, worried it would fall off and I wouldn't be able to save it. I knew there was a time limit on reattaching digits and limbs, and I wasn't about to let that piece of my thumb go.

We were then at the hospital, which had the same color scheme as wherever we were before, and we went up to the counter. I was holding my thumb, and telling the ER nurse that we needed to get in quick. I hoped she thought it was enough of an emergency to send us back right away.

Thankfully, she did. We were sent back, and my mom told me that they would put this clear gel stuff around the cut that would "dissolve part of the nerve". I thought they were going to kill my thumb, but I think it was designed to seal the wound quickly, kinda like a heavy-duty liquid band-aid.

I sat down, and a man with messy brown hair that was a bit shorter than mine and a mustache sat across from me and started to doctor my thumb. I couldn't watch as he lined the cut with the gel. My mom was sitting to my right getting the same thing done by a woman doctor I think. She didn't have a cut though, so I wasn't sure why she was doing it. Oh well.

When the doctors were done, we got up. My mom showed me the veins in her wrist, and how the medicine was causing some of them to look a white-ish clear color. I then put my wrist out and noticed the same thing. Apparently, that was a normal reaction to the medicine.

I looked at my thumb, and it looked like it was healing well enough. No blood, and I could barely see the cut anymore. Then, I saw my cat underneath a kitchen table and some chairs, and she was messing with something that apparently was supposed to be my thumb, but looked nothing like it. It was this small white thing, maybe it was the cat's paw or something. At any rate, part of it came off, and some string thing extended from it, like that's what was holding it together. I then saw that the pad of my thumb has fallen off, leaving an indention where it had been before. Well crap, that sucks. I accepted it, however, since there really wasn't anything else I could do about it. I examined the thumb, and it looked like someone had just scooped a bit from the middle. It still had the lines and creases of a fingerprint. I felt alright about it, I knew it was something I just had to get used to.

~

I was in my room, and my mom came in and started to look through my stuff since the people painting our house had to do something in my room (IWL we are having the house painted). I went into my closet and watched her do it, hoping she wouldn't get into my top dresser drawer where my pipe was. She then headed over there and asked something about the dresser. My POV then switched to me being behind the dresser. She started to open the drawer, and I ran out and shut it, saying
"You don't want to look in there. Please don't look in there."
She didn't argue or anything, she just opened another drawer instead.

Then, I remember walking out of Peck Hall, a building at my old college, and I was with some other people, my friend JT being one of them. He had his arm around me. In front of me, I saw the back of a girl in a cute black sun dress with grayish flowers on it. She was wearing a headband in her straight blonde hair. It looked just like my good friend Kacey, whom in waking life moved away to another town last year. I asked JT if it was Kacey, and he said no. I knew it couldn't have been anyway. We kept walking.

~

I remember a brief fragment about Gabriel texting me saying he was busy or something.

~

I was in my room again, looking at some painting that The Sandman apparently did, of an Indian girl getting fucked by a white dude on my bed by the closet...I could hear him explaining it to me. It wasn't his original plan to paint that, he had just started to paint a hand on the closet door, and he was inspired to paint two people fucking. Lolwut.

Then, there was some weird black contraption in my room. It was a dolly that the painters were using to carry packages or heavy loads, but at first I thought it was a weird sex toy. I touched something that protruded from the center, which I assumed was used for, well, sexual purposes. Hmm...interesting. I then saw the wheels and realized what it really was.

I then saw this guy laying on the floor next to this girl I had some classes with in waking life named Natalie. At least I think it was her. Anyway, she was giving this guy shot after shot in the leg, right where it bends, a little below the side of the knee. They were supposed to be steroid shots or something. Natalie was giving the shots like a professional nurse would. They were talking as she gave him the shots. I said something about my mom getting steroid shots in her shoulders for her pain. He would occasionally say it hurt, but they would keep talking.

She finally finished giving him shots. I have no idea how many he gave her; it was quite a few. I saw the part of his leg that was getting the shots was slightly swollen in the spots the needles had gone in.

I finally got to sleep last night after struggling for hours to do so. I take ambien to sleep now, and I guess I've built up a tolerance, or this batch just sucks. Either way, it's not helping me sleep right now. I had to take an allergy pill to even have any hope I would fall asleep, which I obviously finally did after sitting up half the night watching documentaries on Netflix. Hoping that a visit to the doctor will straighten out the sleeping meds problem. I do eventually need to get off the Ambien, and I will once my life slows down a bit.

Dream - Lucid

Finally, some good recall again!

I was with Jake. I can't quite remember where.

Then, I was sitting at my desk putting a baggie with a tiny piece of a marijuana bud in it in an envelope for my friend, Grace (who doesn't smoke in waking life). I was going to mail it to her. I felt like I had mailed marijuana before and it wasn't a big problem (yeah, I'm not dumb enough to do this in waking life).

I then was walking through what was supposed to be a high school or something. I was still with Jake. I then saw my reflection in something we walked past, not a mirror but a very reflective surface, and I looked quite a bit different. My hair was short and straight and styled in a bouffant fashion. I was wearing a short skirt, red I think, but I don't remember what kind of top I was wearing. I looked at it for a second as we walked by.

I again saw my reflection, and it looked the same as before, bouffant hairdo and all.

Then, we were walking through a garage, still at the school apparently, and I was smoking a cigarette. As we walked up the stairs to the door to exit the garage, I flicked the butt behind me, not watching where it landed. My dad was then walking with me, and commented on the stink of the cigarettes (apparently lots of people smoked here).

~

I was going to Jake's. I went into his apartment, and immediately thought that the locks had been changed for the new roommates moving in, and I didn't have the new key. Oh well.

I walked through the apartment, which looked much different than in waking life. I remember walking past a cabinet with these two new, gold locks on it. On the living room couch were his two new roommates, two college guys. I remember one having a very short black mohawk and being shirtless. I don't remember what they were doing, I think they were just drinking soda or something. They didn't even seem to notice as I walked in.

I then went to Jake's room. It was super messy, and he was sleeping on what looked like a cot in the middle of the mess, kind of close to the door. I woke him up and said something about his new roommates.

~

There are some fragments that I can't really place.

One, I was watching something on TV in my room with my mom, when the bouffant girl that was supposed to be me in the last dream came on TV. I got excited and told her about the dream. She smiled and got excited too (lol she wouldn't get excited in waking life).

Another was of me driving topless. I felt exposed. Why the hell was I driving topless?

I then remember something about seeing my old cat, Pounce, or at least a cat that looked just like her. This triggered lucidity, and I looked at my hands to stabalize, but I immediately lost it and went into a non-lucid dream.

~

I got a text from my pen pal, Gabriel, whom in waking life I've never met in person, and who lives in another state. It said
"Wanna get a drink?"
I hadn't realized he had texted me; it had been about 30-45 minutes since he had asked me. I got really excited and I told him yes, but he didn't answer right away. It was kinda late too, like 8:30pm or so.

So I got online and ordered some ticket to some bar in Franklin, the town he lived in in the dream. I then somehow had the small white ticket. It looked like a ticket to a movie.

I was then in the kitchen at my house, My mom was then telling me how she wanted me to help her with something. I told her I wasn't going to be coming home that night. She asked why, and I said I was going to go get a drink.

I realized that he never answered my text. I then called him, and he picked up on the first ring. I was a little nervous about talking to him.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"I do want to get a drink."
That's about all I remember of the conversation, though I'm sure there was more. I felt more at ease as we talked. His voice was soft and deep; comforting.
I think he texted me his address.

I then left. It was dark, obviously, since it was late. I only had about an hour and a half to drive (only 30 min. away in waking life).

I was then at his place. We went into his room, and he was talking to me as he went through some stuff on his bed. He had already bought this six pack of hard lemonade-type drinks. So I guess we were drinking at his place. His apartment seemed a little messy, but it wasn't bad. He had short black hair, looked youthful, and was a little shorter than the average guy. He actually would later in the dream remind me of someone I'm acquainted with in waking life, Tony.

I sat down at a desk chair, and we started on our hard lemonades. We were talking, having a good time, feeling each other out since we'd never actually met in person. I was a little skeptical just because I felt like I kinda rushed into getting drinks with him, but he seemed gentle, nice, and genuine.

At one point we were talking about the lemonades. He was already on his second, and I was still on my first, though it was almost gone.

I then fell asleep. I woke up, and didn't see Gabriel. I went to the bag the six pack was in, but all the lemonades were gone. I guess I had been out long enough for Gabriel to drink the rest.

My mom then came in and did or said something, I can't remember, but I thought it was insane that she even knew where I was, that she even knew his address. Weird.

Then, Gabriel came back in with a bunch more booze. He pulled out amber liquor and beer, which was the same color. I started to open one up, but realized it was liquor, so I started to open up another, smaller bottle instead. I actually wasn't sure if it was liquor or beer or something else altogether, but I poured it into a glass and started to drink it. The flavor wasn't bad, though it tasted muted for some reason. I could taste the slight bitterness, but it was fine.

Then, we were talking again, I think I mentioned something about my mom coming over. I was a little tipsy, but mostly I think I was just tired. Gabriel started talking to some of his friends, whom I think were supposed to be his band. They were looking at instruments that were in what now seemed to be a mixture of Gabriel's place and a music store. This is the part where I really thought he looked like Tony. He made hand gesture to his mouth to tell the guys we were drinking. The next thing I remember, they were gone.

At some point, I noticed his bed. It was a queen with old, dusty, worn-looking white bedding. I thought it would be perfect to share with him.

I then took too big a sip of my alcohol. I let it sit in my mouth for a second, afraid to swallow cause I didn't want to puke, but sucked it up and did it anyway. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it was just fine.

I feel like my mom was there again. Someone was, anyway, and I was laying on my stomach on a bed or something. Gabriel then put his hand on my back. A big smile painted my face. His touch was so gentle and soft. I trusted him a lot more then.

Finally, Gabriel said he was going to go to bed. I asked him if he wanted me to stay or go.
"Ummm..." He was thinking.

I then was woken up to hearing my neighbor call their dog.
"Sawyer!!!"

Oddly, in the last dream, I think part of me knew it was a dream. I didn't want to wake up, and I remember looking at my hands trying to keep the dream, but I wasn't actively lucid. It was just "in the back of my head" or something. I dunno. Either way, I'm not going to classify it as lucid.

Dream - Lucid

I was with my mom, brother, and MK at a house that definitely didn't look like any I've lived in. I'm not even sure where we were, it felt like a mixture of my town now, a place in Oregon, and a desert.

Outside, the clouds were starting to get dark. I saw a particularly dark patch of clouds behind the house. I then saw something on the weather channel about how the storms that were coming had a history of producing tornadoes. And by having a history, they meant that the storms produced tornadoes years ago, at least that's how it felt in the dream. The storms had been around for a long time, just not in the area I was in.

I looked out the window at the sky, and couldn't tell if the darkest of the clouds was moving towards us or away from us. I thought they looked like they were moving mostly towards us, but not dead on. While trying to gauge this, an old man that had been standing beside me said that the clouds were moving towards us.

Then, off in the distance, I saw a pretty good sized tornado. It was pretty much staying in place as it twisted. I looked at it for a second to take it in, and briefly I saw it on a basketball court in someone's driveway with a basketball player? Anyway, I said to my mom and brother (MK wasn't there anymore)
"Tornado! We need to get in the shelter!"
So we started to go outside to the shelter. My mom and brother were in front of me as we walked out the door. I then remembered that my cat, Belle, was still in there.
"Wait! I have to get Belle!" I said.
I turned around and went back in the house to get Belle. The room I entered had all the lights turned off, and the carpet was navy blue. Belle was laying on the floor all stretched out as cats like to do. I scooped her up and went back out the door.

My mom and brother had left, and I had no idea where the shelter was. I started to walk up this very steep, grassy slope into a wooded area. I then noticed that Belle was no longer in my arms. I turned around, and she was a few feet in front of me. I started to go towards her, but she ran. I was calling after her, so scared I was going to lose her, when she ran into a black man and he bent down to pick her up.

Then, right before I woke up I had this weird image of a bunch of Middle Eastern people in a movie. As they spoke, (mostly) black glyphs appaeared over them, kind of like weird subtitles I suppose. I remember one glyph looking like an emblem of some sort; it was a circle with a big "S" in the middle, and it was embellished with wings and intricacies with some spots of red and blue in it. It was the beginning of a word.

Then, I was seeing a Middle Eastern news cast with the anchor at a desk outside with a horse mascot head on. Otherwise, he was wearing a suit, or something nice.

During/right after that last part, I was trying to remember the dream I had just had. It was really weird, like I was still kinda dreaming but I was still consciously trying to remember the tornado dream. Not sure how else to explain it...it was odd.

~

I was in a dorm looking for an outfit to wear. Jake was with me. I was going through my closet, looking at what I had.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a river in a canyon, surrounded by rock walls. The sky was grey. I want to say I was in Oregon. The water was pretty shallow, but it was moving pretty fast; some of it looked like white waters. There was a girl with me, and there were other people around as well.

I remember also telling someone that I had Gyrados (a Pokemon) at home. I was worried about moving to a top floor apartment because the water that he required would leak through the floor. Weird.

I got into the river. I felt the water rush around me; I was about waist deep. I was going to climb over one of the rock walls to the other side of the river. This girl that was with me was being so annoying. She kept telling me everything to do, what I was doing wrong, etc. It was really pissing me off.

I got to the wall and started to climb. The rocks were damp, dark grey, and mossy. I wasn’t afraid of the climb at all, surprisingly. In fact, I discovered that I loved to climb, and it came to me very easily.

I got to the top, and the girl was still being annoying. I can’t remember what I did; in all honesty, I think I just ignored her, or maybe I told her to be quiet. Anyway, I climbed to the bottom the same way I did the top. I got in the water, which was rushing very fast; the current was extremely strong.

I got in anyway. The water was a little deeper on this side of the wall. I saw other people in it, families even, who were not getting swept away because they were on the outskirts of the river in the more shallow parts. I started to get carried away, but I saved myself before I got swept too far. I fought the current and made it back to the wall.

~

I was at my house, in my room. The lights weren’t on in my room, and it was grey outside. I think Leslie was there with me. I had all these pets...tons of cats and a dog. They were all kept in the playroom where I keep my cat in waking life.

I went out into the hallway, and there were 3 identical orange, fluffy cats there. All of their names were Ginger, except for one, who I called Ginger White (why I have no idea…the cat was all orange just like the others). One was in the middle of the hallway, the other right behind it and to the right, and the last by the door.

I went back in my room, and the phone rang. I answered it, and heard a small voice on the other end. I asked who it was, and they said
“Ginger White!”
“Oh! I couldn’t tell it was your voice!” I said back. I can’t remember what else was said specifically.

Weird. My cat called me.

I then went in the playroom. The dog in there was in the brown laundry basket beside the door to the game closet. He was a short haired small-medium sized dog with brown fur. He was jumping up and down, trying to get out of the basket, which also had some dirty laundry in it. I brought him some food and water.

Then, I went downstairs into the living room, and there was a mother cat in a cat bed with lots of kittens. The cat bed was sitting on the far end of the couch on the arm. They were so cute! Some of their ears were flat, like the Scottish Fold breed of cat. They were dark grey with black stripes.

I laid on my stomach on the couch and started taking pictures with my phone of the cats. I kept trying to zoom in and out, trying to get the best angle I could. Every picture I took was pretty good, but it wasn’t perfect like I wanted. The mother cat was being very good and looking at the camera every time I tried to snap a picture. I kept thinking about how photogenic she was.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my room, but it looked much different than my waking life room. There was a small dresser, and the top of it was covered in shrunken head skulls. I had apparently gotten them from an old friend, Cameron.

For some reason, these skulls really started to freak me out. I wanted to get rid of them, or hide them or something.

There were also tons of kittens, and they all looked like my waking life cat, Belle, who is pure white and extremely fluffy. They ranged from being an older kitten, say maybe 6 months or so, to infants, being able to easily fit in the palm of my hand. I had put them all in this big closet to get them away from the skulls. I put some of the smaller ones in boxes with pillows and blankets in them.

After awhile, I started to worry about the kittens. I entered the big closet and opened a small box, revealing 3 newborn kittens laying on some pillows. Their eyes weren't opened yet. They moved around very slowly. I thought one of them was dead, so I picked it up. It moved a bit. Thank goodness. I put the lid back on the box.

My brother and I were then in my room. I asked for his help to get rid of these skulls. We got a huge cloth sack and started to frantically just dump the skulls in. I was explaining to my brother where I had gotten them and what they were.

All of them had these little stoppers on the bottom to stop stuff from falling out of them. One of the stoppers fell out, and more even smaller bones came out of it.

We kept on shoving the shrunken skulls into the sack. I just wanted them out of my room...there was something about them that really fucking scared me.

Dream - Lucid

I was at a water park in the daytime with my mom and some other people that I didn't know. A child asked me to come up to the "big slide" with her. I climbed some stairs and found myself at the top of a HUGE slide. It was like a tube/tunnel slide. I wondered why this was at a child's park because it was gigantic and frankly, kind of scary.

I decided to go down the slide. There was a gigantic, sharp drop at the beginning. I felt my stomach go into my throat as I went down. There were lots of twists and curves and I was going very fast. It was so much fun!

I got to the bottom and went up to the top again. The child had brought some stuffed animals with her this time. I grabbed two Beanie Baby cats to go with me as well.

The slide had kind of changed, the drop was gone, but I didn't seem to notice. I thought about going down on a towel to make myself go faster. I went down again, and this time, close to the end, a huge troll or some other huge creature sneezed, and got its green mucus all over me. Ew. But I just figured it was part of the ride, though now I wasn't going as fast because of it. Oh well.

At the bottom was my mom and someone else, a short guy. He apparently had a crush on me, but I didn't have one on him. I saw too that the park had been taken over by some evil villains. They wanted the short guy. I couldn't let that happen. One villain approached us. He looked kind of human, but his face was wider and his skin very pink. He kind of reminded me of a pig. I pictured him coming out of a cage in the wall.

To protect the guy, I told them he was my boyfriend. I reached for his hand. He cautiously took it, because he didn't know what was going on. We walked back up the stairs of the slide.

When we got to the top, I wanted to kiss him. I had to bend down a little to do so. It made me think that I was "the man" of the relationship. I then felt more like a man. Weird. We kissed, but just a little one.