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    1. Donuts and Children

      by , 10-21-2014 at 02:03 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      Something to do with packaging out donuts. When they were all packaged (there were quite a few boxes), I was looking at them, and there were some glazed and chocolate iced french cruellers, which those aren't supposed to be chocolate iced, only glazed. They also looked really wilted and small. I remember seeing one that was small and had just a little chocolate icing on it.

      Then, I was designing this roller coaster with my dad in the garage. We were picking out different kinds of track. I remember the train on it also looked very sleek, silver and thin with only one person being able to fit in each car. I was thinking about the fact that we had a roller coaster in our garage. We must be rich. The roller coaster was starting and I got in the front car.


      ~

      I was with Dallas at the house I grew up in. We lived there. It was nighttime. His mom called. She was actually this guy I dated in the 8th's grade mom IWL, but she was Dallas's mom in the dream. I didn't really want to talk to her. She was asking Dallas if we had any mayo or mustard that we could let her borrow for something she was making. I thought that maybe we did. He put the phone down for a bit. I then went to check the fridge. We had a little bit of mayo, maybe half of a jar. I didn't see any mustard. I guess I was going to have to talk to her after all. I went to go pick up the phone to tell her. It was sitting on the counter, but was a spoon instead of a phone? I started to speak.
      "Hello?" I said.
      She said hello or hey or something.
      "We have less than half a jar of mayo and no mustard. I'm sorry, I thought we had some! I guess we used it all!"
      She said something else, like that's ok or something. We hung up.

      We then, for some reason, were standing at the open front door. Before we could shut it, a blonde little boy, a toddler, ran out. He was running fucking fast, too! Dallas and I went after him. I was running as hard as I possibly could and he was just booking it. I was nowhere near him. He started to go around the house next door. I saw a little alcove with bushes next to the house with a path/shortcut leading to the other side of the house. I could cut him off! I started to run down the path. I was very close to the end, and I saw the little boy stop. I was about to get to the end and get him when this big, tall guy I work with, TJ, stepped in front of me and picked me up. He was talking to me I think, but I don't remember what he was saying. The way his hand was positioned was jabbing into one of my left ribs. It hurt! I tried to get him to move his hand, and I did for a second, but he moved it back, as if he was purposefully pressing on my rib. It really hurt!


      ~

      I dreamed something about Kohl's, though I can't quite recall the details.

      ~

      I was at my grandma's house, though it didn't look like it at all. I was in the guest room getting ready for the day. I was putting on my bra and underwear. My hair was also pulled back. I had a q-tip that I was sticking in my nose? I guess my nose was a little runny or something (still doesn't make sense but whatever). I had to go out into the living room for something. I walked out and saw the back of my grandma's head. She was sitting on the couch watching TV with some coffee in hand. She had on a hat as well. She turned around and said good morning to me. I then looked to my right and saw two little blonde toddlers, a boy and a girl, standing there looking at me. I wasn't sure if I should be out in my underwear, but at least I wasn't naked. I also felt silly with the q-tip, which I had left sticking out of my nose. I pulled it out.

      I was then going to put these pastries, an elephant ear and a pecan crispy, on this table that had lots of pecan pastries on it. It had some white and yellow iced donuts as well. As I was looking at them, I was "remembering" what my grandma had said about how she gave birth to donuts before she gave birth to babies (like months before, very early on in the pregnancy). Apparently, this was normal. I was also "remembering" that Sarah, a girl I worked with at Kohl's, had also done that; I was "remembering" her working with me at the bakery too. I was staring at the donuts wondering how the hell your body could make donuts. What kind would they be?

      I then figured I needed to put the elephant ear and the crispy into a plastic bag so they didn't go stale. I went and got one and put them in. My grandma was then telling me about how she was sorry she didn't have any plastic tupperware containers because they were all at the old house (which they moved out of 8 years ago IWL). Something about how some doctor lived there temporarily.

      My mom was then there, and she asked me if grandma had told me about the donuts. I told her yes.

      Updated 10-21-2014 at 03:06 PM by 32059

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. Being Skeptical of a Spiritual Healing Store, Murder?, and Topless/Carrying Kids/Real Life League

      by , 10-05-2014 at 02:26 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was at the mall with I think my friend Ashley. She had gone off to do her own thing. I was thinking about coloring my hair something crazy, like light blue or pink. I "remembered" when my hair had been very short and straight and a bunch of different colors at once, like in vertical stripes. I remember pink and light blue being two of the colors. I thought my hair had looked quite cute that short.

      I then was in this place where the people there did some sort of spiritual healing ritual. It was very expensive, and I felt like the things they were saying to the customers were generic and recycled; it had no meaning, therefore it held no weight. I didn't want to try it, but they talked me into it. The main person doing it was a man. He said something about my aura being purple. He was using this machine/crystal thing that had a purple glow to concentrate my energy. As it was happening, I felt different, but I wasn't sure if the thing was working or it was just the power of suggestion. When it was over, I didn't want to pay as much money as they were asking so they gave me a discount. I don't remember paying or the amount I paid.

      Something about me getting left at the mall. I believe Ashley had left because we had been there for so long.


      ~

      The store from the last dream that did the spiritual healing was somehow a suspect in the disappearance and death of a girl. I was at my friend Grace's house with some other people. The people from the store had brought all the stuff from the store to her house in the living room. We were going to question them. We were then in the kitchen and Grace was pouring us all a glass of milk. I didn't have the heart to tell her I don't drink milk. She was getting glasses out of a cupboard that was very high up. She left a small thing of chocolate milk up there with a tall glass. Everyone else had gone in the other room but me. I opened the cupboard to get the milk out and take the glass, but I then remembered that Grace is picky and was probably putting it up there so no one else would take it. I left it there.

      We were then in the other room with the store people and all their stuff. I think we were trying to play it off like we weren't questioning them or anything, just having a house call or whatever. I felt nervous about it though because I didn't want them to play the game back. I didn't stay in the room for much of the dream.


      ~

      I was inside of this pen outside with some other people. It was like it was my job, though I'm not sure what we were doing. There were other pens around as well. I was topless. I hoped no customers saw, but I'm sure they did. I finally put on a light blue t-shirt that I own IWL. I did not put on a bra, however. I then put on the white button up I usually wear to work IWL, though in the dream, it was a much tighter version. I stepped into the shirt instead of unbuttoning it to put it on. I thought I had slid my arms into the sleeves. I then had a jacket or something on over all of that, and I could see that the white work shirt was crooked. I took the jacket off and saw that I hadn't put my arms in the sleeves. I started to do so, and the damn shirt felt so uncomfortably tight around my tummy! I commented about the tightness of the shirt. I put the jacket back on and it was less crooked now, but still kind of crooked. I kept trying to straighten it. You could also see these black circles/stars from the blue shirt (that aren't on the IWL version) peeking out the top of the work shirt.

      I then was in a pen with some little kids (the pens seemed to be segregated by age). One wanted me to pick him up, and I awkwardly did. I was holding him in the middle of my body. I couldn't see while holding him, but I carried him around the pen. After putting that one down at some point, I picked up a smaller, younger little boy. He was probably only a toddler. I decided to try to pick him up another way, the way I usually see people carrying children: On their hip. So I picked him up and carried him on my right side. It was much easier, and the right way to do it. I could see and everything. I carried the child around the pen and gave him to his mom. I then noticed that his mom had one arm and a small stump mid arm for her other arm, as if her arm hadn't fully developed. I then noticed that the child had a leg like that. I hadn't noticed at all. I was proud of myself for not noticing and looking past physical deformity.

      I then wanted to play League of Legends...in real time, though it was much different than real LoL. I watched these kids running around a pen playing it. It was nighttime and dark. The kids all had a light blue spark following/around their heads. I heard this crazy monster noise and one of the kids was attacked and "died". Something happened to the blue spark, though I can't quite recall what. It moved. I didn't see this part, but I knew the kids would respawn. I was then "remembering" the death/respawning happening to me. I couldn't remember what it felt like to be "dead". I wanted to play with the kids, but only certain age groups could play together; I would have to play with adults.
    3. Fish/Underwater Maze, Roger/My Old House, and Wanting Coffee At the Mall

      by , 09-30-2014 at 02:08 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was in some maze-type thing with some other people, I think my husband was one of them. It was like an underwater/fish theme. When you'd go down a new passageway, it would change the "story" or whatever was going on. If you went back, the story would change back.

      I was then sleeping on the ground somewhere. I had fallen asleep with the TV on (which took up an entire wall; it was like a projector) showing colorful fish and underwater stuff. It was some kind of documentary or something. I woke up and it was still on. I thought about how Dallas had left it on, but I actually liked that he did; I seemed to sleep well with it on.


      ~

      I was with a lot of people, many were guys. We were outside. We were about to star going back to high school. I was really focused on one in particular named Roger (no one I know IWL). He was tall and thin with light brown hair that came about his shoulders. I was watching him interacting with someone else. He then came up to me and we started to talk. I felt an intense connection with him. I wouldn't say I had a crush on him, but the feeling was similar, only it was a deep friendship kind of feeling. We would hold hands and stuff, but it was just because we were so close to one another. He did tell me that he had had a crush on me before. I don't remember my response. I remember us interlocking our pinkies. I think we even pinky promised something.

      I then was walking with him in the courtyard from my high school. We were holding hands and I was telling him that I was supposed to start my senior year, but I didn't have to because I'd already been a senior once before so I probably wasn't going to. He was supposed to be a senior as well.

      Then, I was somewhere else. I believe Roger was still there with me. There were many people around. Connie, a lady I used to work with was also there. I was seeing what was happening from an angled above view. Connie said she felt like she was going to throw up, and then walked a little towards her right and out of my line of sight. I heard her vomiting. She then was saying she liked her brand, new empty salon. As I was thinking "All except for the puke", someone else said the same thing.

      I was then in a house that I lived in when I was 4-5 years old. It was a huge wooden house. We, for some reason, still had some of our furniture in there. In the foyer, there was a huge, elegant dresser with a huge mirror. It was mine, but we had had no place to move it because it was so big, so we left it. I made a comment about it and looked in the mirror at myself. The mirror was so big it was like a full length, and I could see my whole body in it.

      I was then sitting at a table with my dad and a few people in the family that now owned the house. The people who owned it now were Indian. One, a man, was trying to tell my dad that they were going to charge him this HUGE amount of money, I'm talking thousands, to keep the things in the house.
      "Like always," he said, referring to the fact that that price was normal.
      I then chimed in, because I knew that wasn't right.
      "We used to LIVE here!!" I said in argument; we knew that the price was too high because we ourselves had lived there, and it wasn't that high then.
      The man who had been speaking fell silent. I looked in an entryway in front of me and saw one of their sons, who was a teenager. He was standing in the doorway.


      ~

      I was doing something for these two little girls, one older (about 7) and one younger (about 5). Their mother was there. I don't remember what exactly, but I want to say I was decorating a cake. I finished, and then I gave each of them a pair of black panty hose to put on. My fingernail caught on one pair, but I didn't see any damage. They put them on right there (they were wearing short skirts). The older one said hers had a run. I looked and saw a long run behind one of her knees.

      I then was in the mall. Dallas was there, and someone else I believe. I wanted to get a coffee, a particular kind that was unique to the place I wanted to go, and remembered the coffee shop that had been there (that I worked at IWL; a different one than the one I usually am referring to), but it had closed. I then "remembered" that they had reopened it briefly (this is in reference to another dream I had a few years ago about them reopening). But then, I also "remembered" that they had to close again, and now there was an eyebrow waxing place there (true IWL). I made a comment about wanting the coffee drink to Dallas and asked if there were any other coffee places in the mall. I was trying to remember if there were any, but alas, I knew there weren't. Dallas then said that the coffee shop I was thinking about earlier had reopened. I asked him if he was sure it was still there. He said he thought so. I then said I didn't think it was; it was "BrowArt" now.
    4. Change in Earth's Rotation, Work/Recess/Paper Praise, and Open-World Gaming

      by , 09-21-2014 at 11:25 AM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was watching something play out about this teenage boy who was going to have a meeting at his house about a change happening with the planet's rotation. There was someone, an adult woman, who was trying to stop him from having the meeting. He did finally have the meeting, and I saw this really cool holographic image of what I guess was the Earth spinning with some gold trail coming off of it when it spun.

      ~

      I was at work, but it was outside in this big field. It was still the bakery; there was an open building in the middle of the field. I saw Brittany, a girl I worked with at another job, shopping. Others saw her too and said hello, saying she didn't even look like she had had a baby (she had a baby a few years ago IWL). She then started to work there. I guess she worked at another store. I "remembered" that she sometimes came and worked at our store. I also saw my brother there, talking on the phone. I tried to get his attention to talk to him, but he was ignoring me. Was he mad at me for some reason?

      I then walked out of the bakery and into the field. There were many people there, all outside for a very big recess. There was a school nearby. I ran into my first real boyfriend from high school, B, and someone else, a girl. They were smoking this huge, weird, skinny pipe that had traditional wooden yellow pencils sticking out from it all over the place. B asked me if I wanted to smoke. I took the weird pencil pipe and wasn't sure which side I was even supposed to smoke out of. There was smoke coming out of it, and it smelled horrible. I asked what they were even smoking, and B said it was weed and something else, can't remember what. I thought about taking a hit and being high, which would break my sobriety. It would also impair my thinking, so I decided against it. Besides, with all the smoke billowing out of that thing, I'm sure I got some sort of second-hand hit without meaning to.

      I then was inside the school in a classroom. I was there with only a few others, and the light was off in the room. We had written these papers about what we wanted to do with our lives, and we would actually get to spend some time doing a sort of internship having to do with the subject of our paper. I had written about wanting to help disabled children. The teacher had already read the papers. She then told me that mine was outstanding and really praised me for it. I thought about an internship and spending a lot of time with children. I was nervous, because I really haven't spent time with little kids since I was a kid. I saw a group of people walking towards me. There were kids, adults, and what looked like a League of Legends character, Fizz I think is his name.


      ~

      I was playing this open-world online game where you could pick your character. I was some small either blue or purple fox-like character playing with another one that was either blue or purple, whichever color I wasn't. We were running around in this field, doing some platforming and stuff. We did this for quite awhile. My character would sometimes say something in a feminine voice, like gameplay tips or something.

      We then were in this boss room that we didn't mean to go into. It was a circular room with another, smaller glassed-in room in the middle. All these guys started to come out. The person I was with was now my friend Caitlin, though she was still the fox in-game. I heard her voice say something about the boss in a panic, but I can't remember what. We ran into the glassed-in room for safety, and watched more and more guys come out. We needed to get out of there somehow without getting hit. We eventually made a run for it and got out of the boss room and were in another weird-looking dark room. It was creepy because I didn't know if enemies would come out, but they didn't.

      I was outside again, but this time, with a different character, a more humanoid one this time. More running around and platforming. There was a point where I was alone and platforming, and my character gave me a tip about gliding. I then was in first person, and felt like I was actually the character in the air mid-glide.


      I then kept waking up every few minutes and going back to sleep briefly and entering the dream again, knowing that I had to be up for work soon. I kept seeing different, later times in the dream than it was IWL, andI'd wake up and look at the clock, only to see a few minutes had passed.
    5. Ripped Off, End of the World (Brief Lucidity), Drunk (Lucid), and Cheating with My First Crush

      by , 08-30-2014 at 04:08 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was at a school, an elementary school I believe. I went somewhere else to go get these pictures made. I got there, and the people who were taking pictures were a bunch of young brothers, and when I say young, I mean kids. They all had black bowl-cut hair and solid-colored sweaters. They were lined up from tallest to shortest. They were posing us (I believe more people were with me now, Dallas's sister being one) in these weird, cheesy poses. The way they talked seemed kind of shady. I think one that was talking had a weird accent. There was also something to do with these multi-colored pies; there was one that was bright yellow, which I assumed was lemon, and then there was a blue, a pink, and some other colored pies. I don't recall what they had to do with the photo shoot though.

      Anyway, during the shoot, I had a vague feeling I may be getting ripped off, but it was too late now, I was already getting photos taken. They finished and left. I was talking to someone else afterwards, and they said I got ripped off.


      ~

      I was living in an older-looking house with Dallas. The inside was quite dirty; the sinks in the bathroom were supposed to be white, but had this grime stuck to them making them look off-white. I was laying in bed with Dallas for the night when his mom came up to us with some cleaning supplies, and was yelling at me about something to do with the cleaning. She left the room, and there was some white, foamy cleaning stuff on the carpet that she had spilled. Ugh.

      I then was scrubbing a small section of the sink with a rag in the bathroom, and noticed that the grime was coming off when I did so. At first, I had thought the grime was just discoloration from old age, but I could see the white that was underneath. I didn't scrub it all off however; I don't think I had time, or I just simply didn't want to finish it all up at one time. I thought about how the past tenants obviously didn't clean; I thought it was supposed to get cleaned.

      Later, I said something to Dallas's mom about the white foamy cleaning stuff on the floor. I didn't want to further anger her as I told her this., so I told her a bit cautiously. I don't think she got mad. She did start cleaning it up.


      ~

      I was looking at an envelope that had the name and address typed up instead of written. I saw my old roommate's name as the sender. Wow, why was she contacting me? Weird. I then thought about how I had heard that she had been married, and took another look at her name on the envelope. I saw that her last name was now "Garrison" (Idk what it really is IWL).

      I then saw pictures of her. There was one with her and some roommates. She looked a bit different, a little longer face and she looked older, but quite happy. There was another one of her on the floor kneeling by a couch with some guy and then one guy that she dated and his roommate, whom I dated at one point. She was looking up at them eagerly. I wasn't sure what she was doing. I thought it was wild that her new husband was friends with her ex and my ex. I couldn't imagine how her ex could even stand to be around her anymore, but it looked like they were all friends. Maybe she had changed.

      She had, for some reason, also given me a cellphone that looked like an old, beat-up Blackberry. I thought it was her phone. I then saw on the screen some words scrolled by. They said
      "Jared's phone"
      Jared was my ex (thought that is the wrong IWL spelling of his name), the friend of her ex from the photograph. Idk why she had given me his phone. I knew in the dream, but can't remember.

      I was standing outside of an apartment complex during the daytime, looking into the distance. In the sky, I saw these flecks...hard to explain. It looked like the sky itself was a mirage or something. I thought I must be seeing things. The flecks then started to come closer to where I was. They were then close enough for me to notice that they were HUGE hailstones; they were the size of soccer balls. I saw them hitting the ground and shattering. God damn, these could kill a person. As they got closer, it was starting to snow a little around me, with a few giant hailstones raining down. I needed to find shelter. I went to the nearest apartment building.

      I then was in an apartment. I looked out the window and saw huge lava waves slowly moving over the land. Well, this is the end of the world, isn't it?

      I somehow, at this point, realized I was dreaming. I was in a stairwell, I believe. I then saw Dallas in front of me, and said, as always
      "I'm dreaming!"
      He smiled and seemed excited.
      I sadly don't remember anything else about this lucidity.


      ~

      I was super drunk in a house made of light-colored wood. It was the middle of the night. I was trying to cook things on the stove, one thing was mac and cheese. I was by myself. There was something about a kitten and how it squeezed itself under a door and got stuck in a room that no one was in and that no one would be back at for awhile. I thought about how I was going to spend the next day, my day off, hung over.

      I became lucid at some point, and saw my best friend whom I consider a sister, Mk, there with me. She was sitting down with her head turned the other way. I wanted to interact with her, maybe ask her something deep and meaningful, but I couldn't think of anything. I got her attention anyway and said
      "Mary Katherine!" She turned her head towards me and looked at me. I continued
      "Tell me something meaningful!"
      She then replied
      "Heaven is real," she said with a straight face, and then continued with "I don't want to bullshit you by saying...." and continued on to talk about things she could have said instead or something. I don't remember anything else about it.


      ~

      I was heading to my first crush, Nick's house with my friend Caitlin. The house was located on the other side of the street in a different place than it is IWL. IWL, we were friends with his younger sister, but no longer are. She was supposedly having a party that night, one that she had told Caitlin about years and years ago, the last time they spoke. It was evening. We were there outside the front door, being cautious. We "remembered" the night before being really drunk and going into their house (a nod to my last dream; I "remembered" the events as if it had happened the night before), which had appeared to be empty at the time. We were looking for Nick, or at least I was. We were going to make out (a nod to my teenage years), but I would be cheating on Dallas. But for some of the dream, I was thinking it was Nick's brother I was looking for, not Nick. I dunno, it was weird.

      So anyway, we went into the front door of the house. We didn't see anyone at first. Nick's dad then came out of a room to the right, and looked very pissed. He told us to get out. We started to leave, walking down the concrete stairs of the front porch, and he was saying how he had been there the night before when we were drunk, and how he had been yelling from the room for us to get out, but we didn't listen. Damn. We didn't hear anyone at all.

      Then, it was nighttime, and I was with Mk and my mom about to get on a school bus to go to the party. We were outside my old friend Courtney's house, which, in IWL, is right next door to Nick's house. The bus came and I got on. Mk and mom already seemed to be on. The bus was full of small children, probably about kindergarten-aged to first grade-aged. Mom and Mk were sitting towards the front middle of the bus on the right side. I sat down and told my mom or Mk that I didn't want to do this anymore, I didn't know it was all these kids, and that I was going to get someone to come pick me up from the location we got to. The reason was that I wanted to go make out with Nick; I was supposed to meet up with him.

      All the sudden, the bus was back at Courtney's, and dropped us off. I don't remember if mom was with me, but Mk was. She went with me next door to Nick's. I saw a light on and heard drums; I knew it was him, because I "remembered" that he played drums. I was listening to him play, thinking about how he had been in band but quit.

      We were then in his backyard. It was still nighttime. I was barefoot. He came out of the house from the back porch. I don't remember what we talked about. I was walking around the back yard with bare feet though, and he told me to watch out for dog poop. I then remembered that they had dogs. I saw a small dog there as well. I then "remembered" stepping in dog poop back there before with bare feet. I started to run back towards the concrete, feeling the soft ground sinking a bit beneath my feet. I hoped it was just dirt and not dog crap.

      I was then walking with Nick in the back yard. I "remembered" us making out that night at some point, and how different it felt now that we were older. He then was yelling something to his dad, about how tonight he was taking a break from his girlfriend Gina (IWL I don't know his girlfriend's name, or if he even has one). He was cheating as well. I then was thinking about whether or not we had sex as we were walking back towards the porch, and I couldn't remember. I then "remembered" him having anal sex with a girl in his back yard. I saw it happening. It was graphic. I saw it close up.

      I then was leaving with Mk, going back towards the road so my mom could take us home. I was telling her that I didn't think that his parents liked me. I then heard his mom behind us say
      "I like you just fine!"
      I turned around and saw her. She seemed happy

      We were then in the car. I was sitting in the passenger's side seat. The car looked like Mk's mustang on the inside, but a bit different. I think my mom was driving. I was thinking about how I had just cheated on Dallas. I was wondering whether or not I should tell him. It was a huge moral dilemma in my mind. A song started to play on the radio. It was a female vocalist, singing something about the weekend.

      Updated 08-30-2014 at 04:11 PM by 32059

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment , lucid
    6. Violin With An Ex, and FINALLY a Long Lucid!

      by , 07-27-2014 at 02:12 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was at Nick C's place, an ex of mine that IWL, I really hurt when I left him. I don't remember why I was there, but it had something to do with me playing the violin. Another person was there too. I could sense how upset Nick C was. He was frustrated and hurt. I was frustrated from the bad vibe in the room; him feeling bad was causing me to feel bad, too.

      I was sitting at a cluttered kitchen table. I had brought the violin with me; I think it was Nick C's anyway. It needed to be re-strung; there were these new greenish strings sitting on it, just needing to be tightened into place. I think Nick C was going to do it, because I didn't know how.

      I then "remembered" playing the violin in a rock band. At the time of the memory, I was still with Nick C. We were playing an indoor show. There was a crowd there listening. It had been my first time ever performing on the violin. Someone had come up to me and asked me to play louder because they couldn't hear me. Eventually, I gained more confidence and started to play more loudly. For my first time ever playing, I was actually doing a really good job.

      Then, I came back to the present. I was too overwhelmed by the bad feelings, and had to leave. I said
      "I'm leaving. I just can't be here anymore."
      I considered taking the violin. I wasn't sure whether or not I should. I think Nick C said it was fine (despite the circumstances). I started to put it in its case. I threw something else in there as well, but I'm not sure. I'm also not sure how it all fit in the case, but it did. I couldn't play the violin, though, because of the strings not being attached.
      I was close to the door, and was looking for my flip-flops. There were lots of shoes on the floor by the door. I finally found mine, a pair with a straw-like material on the foot with a black fabric outline around the edges (they actually resemble a pair I had when I was a teenager IWL). I slipped them on and went out the door.

      I then was walking towards my car, which, in the dream, wasn't my car; it was an old, red car kind of like my husband's. I was walking through the yard to get to my car. Nick C was behind me. He said
      "You know you're going to have to pay for putting me through all this, right?"
      "Yes," I responded. I knew karma would balance things out eventually.

      I then realized I wasn't holding my keys. No big deal, I thought, I'll just make them appear in my hand. I did just that, simply by thinking about my keys being in my hand.
      The power of thought, I thought to myself.
      I then sat in the driver's side, and Nick C got in and sat in the passenger's side. I then realized I also didn't have my purse. I did the same thing I did with my keys, and thought about it to make it appear.


      ~

      I woke up around 5am to pee. I noticed a sound coming from the kitchen, and thought it was my coffee pot going off too early. I went to look, but it wasn't. I then went back to bed, and knew that this was a perfect opportunity for lucidity. I fell asleep after laying awake for a bit.

      I was still working at Kohl's, though I don't know why, since I had quit and stopped showing up to work. I "remembered" my name still being on the schedule.

      I wasn't at work though, I was with my husband, Dallas. We were at I guess what was supposed to be our place. We had ordered a game online, and it had come in the mail. I think it was a SNES game. I was opening the package, and the game had come with some skimpy hot pink and black Playboy pajamas, complete with bunny ears. It was like a bonus for buying the game. We were both excited. Free stuff rocks.

      Then, I was waking up on a porch. It was very sunny; a beautiful morning. I wasn't quite sure where I was, though. I examined the view I had from the porch, and somewhere off to the east was a beach.

      The beach triggered lucidity. I didn't even RC; I just knew. I then stood there for a second trying to remember my lucid goals. God dammit, I couldn't remember; it was like there was a block there. Not the first time that's happened, but I didn't want to waste the lucidity. I decided to go inside and get my husband. I hesitated before I opened the door, though; I did not want to lose this dream. I put my hand on the gold doorknob and went inside. I walked down the hallway, and felt the vividness fading a little. I rubbed my hands together, but it didn't really do much. I examined my hands instead, and it helped. I noticed one of my fingernails on my left hand looked as if it was sloppily painted with white nail polish.

      I then saw my husband; his back was to me. I started to talk with him, and he faced me.
      "This is a dream!" I said, as usual.
      He didn't seem to believe me, and kept turning around and avoiding eye contact with me. I kept trying to convince him, but he just wouldn't hear it. Oh well, whatever. I decided to just go explore on my own.

      I was then outside, walking through a lightly forested area with many pine trees. I noticed that Dallas had come along after all; he was behind me. I then decided to test my power of thought, and held my hands out to either side of me to fell the trees. I thought my intention to make them fall, and, behind me, as I passed them, I heard them creaking as they fell. Neat.

      Then, we were on a paved road. I was barefoot; I could feel the hot pavement underneath my feet. There were children about, playing in the street. A car started to come. One little girl in a red dress with black polka dots was lagging behind the rest of the children, who were running to the side of the road for safety. I thought she was going to get hit, but she got sideswiped, and her clothing got caught on the side of the car. The car kept driving with this girl attached to the side of it.

      We kept walking. I then decided to try to find my dream guide, which has, over the years, proved to be a futile search. I yelled
      "Dream guide, if I have a dream guide, please appear!"
      Nothing. Of course. As usual. I started to climb over this small grassy hill on the edge of the road to see if my guide was on the other side.
      Nope.
      Dallas then said
      "Krista, it's not working."
      I knew he was right; I have suspected for awhile now that I do not have a dream guide. I am, in fact, my own dream guide. It makes sense when I think about it. Not everyone has separate dream guides, after all.

      We were then standing by some stairs. I was trying to think of something else I could do. All these children started to play around us, and I couldn't concentrate. One of them was the girl who got sideswiped by the car; I remember the dress.
      "Go away!" I said. I needed to think. They all started to go down the stairs.
      I then looked up at the sky, and noticed dark clouds coming in quickly. It was very vivid and beautiful, but I knew a storm was coming soon.

      I then had an idea of what I wanted to do.
      "Spirit guide, please appear!" I said more than this, but I can't remember specifically; this is the gist of what I said.
      Dallas then immediately stepped in front of me.
      "I am your spirit guide," he said. I was a little surprised. I then noticed that there were two Dallases there: The one standing in front of me who had spoken, who looked just like my husband, even down to his clothes, which were his IWL work clothes, and one standing off to the side, whose face looked slightly different from my husband's.
      "What? Are you really my spirit guide?" I inquired.
      Then, I noticed a huge, white cloud was coming down from the sky. It morphed into the shape of a hose vacuum cleaner. It sucked up a car. The car quickly went into it. I knew we were next, and that this was the end of the dream. The cloud laughed an evil laugh, and turned to us, and started to suck us up into its depths. We flew up into it, and I heard a weird noise as I was waking up.


      ~

      I was up and about to type out my dreams on DV. I went to the computer. The desk was way smaller than IWL, but I didn't notice in the dream. It was in the corner, and I wanted to move it in front of the window. It had something to do with the seat and where it was positioned; I didn't want to hurt my back.

      I got on DV, and noticed I had already typed my dreams up. I even had 4 comments. I looked at the comments, and one just said "coupon protected". Ugh, a bot. I checked my email, and there was something about it in my email.


      ~

      YAY FINALLY SOME LUCIDITY!! So stoked, even though I again did not remember my goals. I didn't meditate yesterday, but I did get to sleep in a little today; I don't have to work until 9am as opposed to the 7am shifts I've been working. I do think that meditating the other day did help, though. It helps me to clear my mind and any debris that's collected.

      I was quite intrigued by what happened when I asked to meet my spirit guide. This is going to need some further investigation for sure. God, this was the longest lucid I've had in ages. It was very vivid and clear. I am super giddy this morning!

      Updated 07-27-2014 at 02:33 PM by 32059

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    7. Being Kicked Out of My Own House, A Bit of Lucidity, and School Anxieties

      by , 01-15-2013 at 05:48 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid


      I was going to my house with Caitlin and her boyfriend, Israel. I'm pretty sure my brother was there too. It was nighttime. We had apparently bought a new house, and this one was on the market or something. But Caitlin and Israel wanted to stay there and hang out all night.

      When we walked in, a younger Mexican couple came in shortly after we did, and told us we needed to get out. They had a key, and let themselves in the front door. They were in charge of the house now that no one really owned it. They yelled at us for awhile, and then left.

      Right after they left, I remember looking out one of the windows next to the front door. Caitlin and Israel had parked their cars on the other side of the road to make it look like they were at the neighbor's place instead of ours. I remember a white pickup truck being out there.

      Of course, we didn't leave. Caitlin and Israel gamed in the living room, and I went upstairs to my room to try to sleep. All the furniture was still there, my bed included. I slid my sleeping mask over my eyes, and tried to sleep, hoping that if the Mexican couple came back, they would take pity on us because I was trying so hard to get some rest. I tossed and turned (which is exactly what happened last night IWL).

      Then, two little Mexican girls climbed into bed with me. I was happy to have them there. I figured that now the couple could never kick us out, seeing that there were small children here.

      Morning then started to break, and only one child was there now, curled up under the covers. Though now, she wasn't a child, but a kitten, a white, fluffy kitten resembling my waking life cat, Belle. I remember seeing her fluffy tail poking out and waving. It was kind of like she was still the girl, but in a kitten's body? I dunno, it's hard to describe.

      I then noticed that the little girls were playing a joke on me. They put up these really inappropriate posters on my walls of naked, HUGE women (they sort of resembled Jabba the Hutt they were so huge). One had speech bubbles coming from the mouths of the women. It was supposed to be funny, though I don't remember what it said. I was really concerned that the Mexican couple would come and see. I told the girls to take them down. They ripped the one with the speech bubbles off the wall, tearing it down the middle, leaving the side scraps taped to the wall. Underneath it was a fat, cartoon vagina.

      I then had a thought to myself "This is a dream". Wait. This is a dream! I floated up from my bed, and saw some posters above my bed. I decided to phase through the wall to see where it would take me, though I didn't really think about the destination; I was a bit hasty with that decision. I just ended up back in my room after easily phasing through the wall.

      Well, I thought to myself, I better think this through. I then really noticed one of the posters above my bed. One was of a bald, younger black man with lighter-colored skin trapped inside a crystal (it looked like the crystals you can break in Super Mario Galaxy, which I have been playing a LOT of lately). I decided to try to phase through to see what kind of world he was in. First, though, I tried to interact with him. I put my hand up to the crystal, and he did the same, and smiled at me. I started to phase through, and I went somewhere VERY briefly, though I can't remember any details because I either woke up or went into another, non-lucid dream.


      ~

      I was in a math class with a woman teaching. We were finding number patterns. For every one that we found, the teacher would give us a $50 check. I remember we were asked to find a sequence, and I was writing it down in pencil, and I raised my hand to give the complete sequence, which happened to be the numbers 1-16, in order. I was writing the sequence down on a white envelope that had been torn open. I can clearly remember writing the numbers down, correctly and in order, despite dreams liking to mix things like these up. I received a check for $50.

      ~

      I was now in a doctor's office or hospital, though it did not resemble one. I'm not sure why I was there. There was a man there too, who was getting worked on before me. A nurse then came in and examined my foot. She took a silver tool that resembled pliers/some sort of clamp, clamped it on my big toe, and squeezed down, cracking my toenail, which had old, lighter-colored blue nail polish on it. It took me a second to realize exactly what she was doing, because she offered no explanation beforehand; she just did it.

      "Are you removing my toenail??" I asked, taken aback.
      "Yes," she replied.
      "Why? It's going to hurt isn't it?"
      She replied, saying that removing the nail would make something easier, though I can't remember what.
      I then said back, very upset,
      "I don't want you to do that. Fix it! Fix it!!! There's no reason for this!"

      But it was too late; the nail was cracked in three places. I removed my foot from her grasp and refused to let her remove the nail.

      I then went on to a psychology class I was apparently taking. A friend was there with me, though I can't remember whom, or if it was someone I even really know IWL. The teacher was female, and she started to lecture, giving us the definition of psychology. I figured i should take notes. I scrambled through my things, looking for a sheet of paper. I realized I was so not prepared for this class. All the paper I had didn't have lines, and there were very few sheets anyway. I started to write, in orange highlighter, on the inside spine of a black and grey fabric trapper keeper. I write in huge letters, and spelled psychology "Psychollogy". I was desperately trying to keep up with her as she lectured.

      The class ended shortly after, since it was only the very first day of classes. I couldn't remember if I had another class after that or not (in the dream, it was Thursday, the day school starts back up again IWL). I was going through my things again, looking for my schedule. But I just couldn't find it. I racked my brain trying to figure it out, and thought that maybe I had chemistry afterwards. I then remembered a dream memory like it was real life; I had dreamed that I had another chem class, and I skipped most of the classes (I did actually dream this once; in my dreams, I remember many dream memories as if they really happened). I thought that I had tried to take chemistry 3 different times.

      I then was looking through a book I had, and I found many $50 bills tucked away inside its pages. I also found a fake-looking $20 bill that had a blank back side to it. I remembered the math class. I suppose I had forgotten about the money. I figured I should put it in the bank.


      ~

      I was in my room, laying in bed. It was morning, and I could hear my brother talking to my mom. My brother was supposed to be out of town with his girlfriend, so I figured something must had happened with them.

      I was then at my brother and I's friend Charles's house. I walked in the kitchen where Charles was, which looked different than his waking life kitchen, mostly because it looked like it was on the opposite end of the house, and my brother was there too, along with another person, I think it was supposed to be Charles's little brother (he doesn't have one IWL). Blake (my brother) was talking to Charles about what happened with his girlfriend, but when he saw me, he stopped talking. I asked them what was going on, and my brother just held up his hand to me like he wasn't going to tell me. I guessed they needed some guy time, and I was intruding.

      Charles's little brother then chimed in and said something about Blake's girlfriend situation, and either Charles or Blake told him to be quiet, or shushed him.


      ~

      IWL I'm about to start going back to school to work on another degree, and I guess I'm a little anxious about it since I haven't been in school for over a year now. I'm sure it will be fine, but I'm taking some difficult classes, I have two labs, and I'm also working part-time. Glad I got a bit of lucidity, though I'm surprised I did since my sleep has been hella fragmented lately. Hoping for some better, more restful sleep tonight.

      Updated 01-15-2013 at 06:08 PM by 32059

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. Best Friend Gets a Consciousness Transplant, and a Visit With My Great-Grandparents

      by , 09-15-2012 at 04:02 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was at my house, in my kitchen. My great-grandparents, whom in waking life I've never met and are long dead, were coming into town, and MK was getting a...body transplant? She was getting her consciousness put into another body, though the exact reason why eludes me. I want to say she was very sick. I kept thinking about and trying to figure out how in the world they could do that.

      Then, she was at my house in the kitchen with us, standing by the pantry, with her consciousness transplanted into another body. She looked almost exactly the same, only younger, more youthful. She also had straight bangs, which I don't know that she's ever had aside from when she was a child. She was wearing a blue and white striped sweater/shirt with dark blue jeans. Her outfit was really cute, like something she would actually wear.

      She looked happy, content. It was good to see her like that.

      Then, she walked over to the stove in the kitchen to get something. I saw her from behind. Her hair was very long, reaching the middle of her back; much longer than I've seen it in waking life. Actually, from the front, I had thought it looked quite short before she turned around.

      I then was in the living room. My great-grandparents walked in. My mom and great-grandma hugged. Everyone seemed happy. They didn't look that old at all, not even as old as my grandparents are IWL. The great-grandma even had some black hair left; it wasn't all grey. She was wearing a white and red striped shirt, and her hair was very, very short. The great-grandpa was sitting in a chair by the fireplace. He had a white, long mustache and white, wispy hair, but he was bald on the top of his head. He was a little bigger, while my great-grandma was tall and thin. He sat there with his arms crossed.

      I was then in some science center for kids, mimicking places like that I went as a child. I wanted to go down this long, dark tunnel, like I had as a child, because it was some kind of fun cave exhibit/tour. The tunnel was so dark, you could see absolutely nothing in front of you. I was standing at the entrance. I saw children running in and disappearing into the black, and started to run after them. Before I woke up, I thought that it may not be as fun because I'm older now, and I was gonna be the oldest person in there or something. That didn't stop me from going, however.


      ~

      I dreamed then that my mom was going to pick my great-grandparents up at the airport, and I wasn't sure whether or not I was going to go with her. I asked if she would be mad if I didn't. I don't remember what she said. She was then mad at my great-grandma for something. I then saw a flash of my pen pal's letter, saying he felt he was soon to die. Somehow, that connected with my mom being mad at my great-grandma. I felt her anger was irrational.

      I was then looking in the fridge for something, in a kitchen that looked completely different from my own, when Jackie from That 70's Show said
      "Good, now you can _________." (I can't remember exactly what she said there).
      She then went on about Kelso. I had only been going in the fridge looking for something to eat. I decided to just let her think I was doing whatever she thought I was doing.

      I then saw a photo of MK in her new body again. She was wearing the same clothes as in the last dream, and had the same hairstyle, but she was now wearing a cute black hat on too. She was at a restaurant, sitting at a booth. She was smiling.

      Updated 09-15-2012 at 06:18 PM by 32059

      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. The Children and the Gifts, and Lucidity with Link

      by , 04-28-2011 at 03:53 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was with Ryan. I remember there being 3 children, 2 girls and a boy. For some reason, we had to buy them each 2 gifts: An article of clothing, and a toy. They gave us lists of what they wanted. We were shopping for them at Old Navy. I remember seeing that the youngest girl wanted these purple-striped panties. I found a pair, but they had multi-colored stripes instead of purple. I looked for the purple ones, but they were out. I picked the multi-colored ones off of the shelf. They looked like a thong. I thought that they were NOT age appropriate, because the girl was so young. I mentioned something about it to Ryan, saying I couldn't believe what 'kids these days' were wearing or something.

      I then remember telling Ryan we could get the shopping done faster if we split up, and I went and found the shampoo (??) and he went and got the clothes. We started shopping that way, but somehow ended up shopping together again. I remember wishing that the store had the purple-striped panties, because the girl really wanted them. I kept picking up the multi-colored ones, and finally deciding to get those.

      Then, I remember something about a girl named Twila ('twi' as in 'twilight'). I remember being in a room with her and a lot of other girls. She had long, wavy blonde hair. I remember her being at a table with some codine pills on it. I compared her to some girl I used to be friends with in high school named Stephanie.

      Then, I remembered that I hadn't bought a toy for the youngest girl. I hadn't been able to find what she wanted, which was some "My Little Pony" doll. The kids all already had their gifts. I decided I needed to go to their house and tell them that I was going to get the youngest girl a toy.

      I got to the house, which was at the end of a cul de sac. I had to climb a ladder to get up to the entrance of the house. I got up there, and the parents saw me. They wanted to kill me because I hadn't bought a toy for the youngest child. I tried to explain myself, but they wouldn't listen. They didn't seem angry either; they were eerily calm about it.

      I then remember running away and trying to hide from them over and over, but they kept finding me. I remember the father flashing a pair of surgical scissors (not sure what to call them) at me, and I thought to myself "Face your fears, nothing can hurt you right now". It was implied that I was dreaming, and I recognized it, but I still ran from the man, forgetting my thought.

      At one point, I was back in the main room of the house that you entered after climbing the ladder. I saw the youngest girl. She had blonde hair, big eyes, and looked like she was about 3 or 4 years old. I knelt down to her height. She said something about me not getting her a toy. She seemed sad. I told her that I was going to get her one, and I promised I would. She looked hopeful, and said
      "Really?"
      I told her yes, I would.

      While I was talking to her, her father found me again. I knew it was only a matter of time. I remember then running to the entrance to the house, and going down the ladder. At some point, I remember trying to transform into Link from the Zelda games, cause then I could kick some ass. I remember seeing Kacey down at the bottom, standing in the cul de sac. I feel like there were many other people there as well. I was talking to and looking at Kacey, when I remembered my thought from earlier.

      It's a dream! But I like this dream, do I really want to be lucid right now? I guess I could forget and keep seeing where the dream takes me...no, I haven't been lucid in awhile...fuck it! I looked at Kacey's face. She smiled at me. She looked beautiful. I started to laugh, rubbed my hands together, and took off into the air. I flew above trees. I said
      "I can fly! Why? Because I'm dreaming! I can do whatever I want!!"

      I then remember feeling the dream fade. I was then down at a very clear river that was located in a field of very green grass. I was standing next to Link. He told me he was "pandering" for gold in the river. He gave me 3 green leaves, one small, one medium, and one large. I then knew he used those to "pander" for gold. I looked into the clear river. Many golden flakes and specks floated by.


      Then, I "woke up" and started to type out my dream on my mom's laptop. I was sitting downstairs in the living room. I started to write about how the dream had started with Link and I "pandering" for gold, and me turning into Link at some point.

      I then "woke up" again. I repeated the same process. I had to minimize a ton of my mom's files on her computer, because she had a ton of them open. I started looking for my dream, I thought maybe I had saved it as a draft to finish typing later. When I couldn't find it, I knew I had had an FA and was kinda irritated about having to type everything again.

      This happened a third time
      before I finally actually woke up.

      Updated 04-28-2011 at 08:01 PM by 32059

      Tags: children, gifts, link
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      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening