Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I was in marching band again. We were having some sort of sleepover. It was nighttime, and we were in a house. Next to me was this girl that looked like someone who was in band with me in waking life, Nancy. She was a freshman and I was an upperclassman. For whatever reason, I had taken her under my wing, so to speak.

She asked me to pull a wedgie for her? I said ok, and she leaned forward, exposing the top of her panties. I noticed she was wearing two pairs of underwear, one peachy/skin-toned, and the other a bluish-green.
"This one?" I asked as I tugged the peachy one.
"Yes."
I pulled on it.

More happened in this dream, but I can't recall what right now.

~

I was in bed with JP. It was nighttime. We were in what looked like a hotel, but it was supposed to be at a school. We were both students. I'm not sure why we were in the same bed, there was another bed in the room but it was occupied I believe. I suppose it was like a dorm or something. The bed was next to a big window, with J being on the window side and I on the other. The window showed that we were on a higher floor, I think, and you could see trees and lights from buildings.

As we were laying in bed, he was saying something about my birthday being the next night, and how he was going to give me "birthday sex". I don't remember what I said. I wasn't really thrilled at the prospect, but this guy was scary (and is in waking life as well).

The next night, on my birthday apparently, I stayed in another part of the dorm/hotel. I was worried that JP would get upset because of this, but I didn't want to stay there with him. I then had this huge "flashback" of the college years ago, when a dead woman was found in an indoor pool, stabbed to death. They had to remove the body before they had a funeral service. I then made the terrible connection: JP was the killer from years ago. He was assuming a fake name at the college, the name James Holmes (the Batman movie killer from Colorado).

I knew I couldn't stay. I was in him and I's room, and the light was dim; nighttime again, but there was a lamp that was on on the nightstand. Someone called him and angered him. When he got off the phone, we were then in the living area, and a man appeared from a doorway, looking panicked and concerned. JP went and stabbed a man in the chest. I was sitting on the couch, watching in horror. He came to me then, and carefully chose a short, fat knife from the many knives that he had, all the while talking to me in a cool, calculated, heartless manner. I tried to back away, but he had me. He stabbed me in the lower left chest, but not too deeply, since I was resisting. I felt the pain as he cut me.

Then, it was like the scene was being replayed, only differently. We were in the room again, and his phone started to ring. I spotted a brown spider crawling on the floor with spindly, long legs. I got up to leave the room, and JP said
"You better not leave, this phone call may make me angry." I left anyway as he got on the phone.

I went to the living area and across the room to another door. I barged in and my parents were asleep in the bed there. My mom's head was facing the head of the bed, but my dad was sleeping opposite of her, with his head at the foot of the bed. I shook my dad first saying "Wake up! Wake up!" as I moved on to shake my mother. My mom woke up, and I frantically explained the situation. In the back of my mind, though, I knew we were doomed. She got out of bed, I'm not sure if she said anything. My dad was the only one of us there with the means to defend, and I could not wake him up. I kept trying, but to no avail. I then left the room and ran out the front door as fast as I could. I could run to the lights of the city, or the sparse, dim lights of some homes to my left. I went towards the homes, figuring he wouldn't be able to see me with the dim light. I tried to frantically think of what to do. Should I head to a house and try to knock until someone answered? Or should I run out to the woods? Either way, I felt doomed.

I awoke this morning being quite afraid still, the feelings carrying over from the dream to my waking self. I'm still calming down, and it's been over an hour since I woke up.

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 some kind of large, darker beige-colored, dorm-like room, (it looked like the yellow color you'd associate with aging paper or paint) trying to locate my bed. There were a lot of beds in the room. I walked around until I saw mine, denoted by a name tag, and I approached it.

The area looked comfortable; it felt cozy and and homey. It was a little messy, but that contributed to the coziness. My bed area was located with my friends Caitlin and Katie, though they weren't there (I was actually completely alone in the dorm). The beds were moved to kind of be in a circle, and mine was across from Caitlin's and Katie's beds. I wondered if they'd keep me up all the time talking.

Then, there was a bar. It was dark and the surfaces were wooden. It was like a video recording that kept showing/recording clips of a woman singing. It would show her at different angles and at different parts of the bar.

Then, someone, a guy I think, was talking to me about talking to the owner of all the Subway restaurants in my area on the phone about his work schedule. The owner said to him
"Saturday, yes. Friday, we'll see."
He was referring to when he would be able to schedule him according to his availability. Apparently, the person I was talking to wanted to work weekends.

Then, I was laying in the bottom of a bunk bed, topless...something about my nipples?

Then I woke up with a Radiohead song in my head, something from their album "The Bends". I kept hearing Thom Yorke sing the word "geometry", though I'm pretty sure there's not a song on that album with the word "geometry" in it.

This happens to me sometimes, where I'll wake up with a song in my head that sounds like a song I know, but some of the words are weird. This has actually happened when I've DEILDed; I'll be waking from a dream and I won't move, and if I do it correctly, I'll feel the SP tingles, see crazy hypnogogia, and I'll hear vivid music, sometimes with lyrics, sometimes just instrumental. It's so vivid, in fact, that I'll think it's playing in waking life and that I need to turn it down so it doesn't leak into my dreams, but then I remember that it's in my head. The music then fades as I enter the dream. A little off-topic, but maybe those two phenomena are related? It seems likely that they are.

Dream - Lucid

I had just gotten a baggie of weed. I was driving to Mk's house in the middle of the day with it. I'm not sure why I was going there.

I got there (it was in a different location than in waking life) and went in. I was then in a room with a little wooden breadbox looking thing sitting on a small table. Mk started to come in the room, and I shoved the baggie in there to hide it from her. I didn't want her to see that I had brought it. I put a couple of other things in there too, but I can't remember what.

We talked and I stood in front of the breadbox to make sure she didn't try to get in there for any reason. I was nervous that she would find it.

Then, I was going to a birthday dinner for Austin. My mom was with me, but I think we drove separately. I had the weed in my car. We went to Chili's where he was having the dinner, but we got there a little early, before Austin showed up. It kind of looked like Chili's. The walls were all wooden. To my left there was a huge table with a long booth seat.

Austin and his grandparents showed up. I said hello to Austin and wished him a happy birthday. I then decided I needed to leave to go smoke my weed. I didn't even stay for the dinner.

~

I was about to go to UTK (a university in my state) to go to my friend CZ's birthday party (wow birthdays were the theme last night, apparently). It was nighttime.

I was at the university and in CZ's dorm. Her boyfriend, Max, was there too, along with some other people. CZ was sitting on a couch. She was very happy; she had a huge, genuine smile on her face.

CZ and I then had to travel through some grass to get to the main place where the party would be held. We went through it, and I got some little cuts on my legs from it for some reason. At the end of the grass was a nurse's station where 2 female nurses sat at desks. They had to treat the cuts because the grass had been treated with chemicals that could eat away at your skin. I did notice that my legs stung a little. CZ had explained all of this process to me beforehand.

I sat down and one of the nurses, a middle-aged woman, started to explain to me why they had to treat me. She started to put some weird brace on my leg. Her hand wandered up my thigh and close to my vag. She was about to molest me! I grabbed her wrist and tried to move it away, but she resisted hard. I told her I was just going to go without the treatment then, and started to get up. She moved her hand and told me to please sit back down. She then doctored my legs properly.

CZ and I were then where we needed to be at the party. The room was really awesome, it was like another dorm, but it had its own kitchen area and a spacious living room. There were a few people in there, my other friend Caitlin being one of them. She was sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen area. Caitlin apparently went to this university too (not so in waking life). I was so amazed at the quality of the dorm.
"Wow, this is really nice!" I said.
Caitlin said something to me, but I can't remember what. She went over to the kitchen sink.
Everyone seemed really happy.

Dream - Lucid

I remember being in a church, sitting at a pew. Some really creepy piano music started to play, and people started to chant this weird song. Bars came down from the pews in front of everyone and trapped us (kind of like the safety bars on roller coasters). I looked to my left, and 3 or 4 guys in suits were sitting next to one another chanting, looking extremely creepy. I was a little weirded out, so I somehow got of the bar that was trapping me and left.

~

I walked into the dorm I was supposed to be living in for the semester. My mom had it all set up; she had my bed all made and my clothes all put away. The dorm looked much nicer and spacier than the one I had freshman year. In fact, the floors were carpeted, and there were 2 TVs!

However, there were 3 other beds...I had 3 other roommates. o_o

I remember laying down on my bed. I figured out it was a water bed. My mom had made it up with some really nice bedspread. I remember it being a dark red color. I remember talking to my mom, and her saying I probably wouldn't be able to go to bed early, because she remembered hearing the other girls talk about some German person coming in that night. I then asked my mom if she had brought my underwear and pants. She said no, and I asked her to go get them, or maybe I said I'd get them myself, can't quite recall.

I then remember one of the roommates coming in. She had long-ish dark brown hair pulled back into pigtails. She definitely looked like a freshman, probably about 18 or 19. We said hello. I commented to her about the carpets and about how much nicer that dorm was than my old one. I remember her putting away her underwear in dresser drawers. It was mostly thongs. She started telling me about what she was going to wear the next day when her and her boyfriend bought weed.

I then remember I had somehow gotten my pants and underwear, and I was putting them away in the two dresser drawers below the two that the other girl had put her things away in.

I remember seeing a flyer about some girl named Irene who, if you payed her a dollar, you could have your cat in the dorms. I thought about bringing Belle, my cat, into the dorms. I thought about her sleeping on my bed with me. I don't think I decided to bring her for some reason.

I also remember thinking about how I kinda felt like a freshman again, new to and excited about the college world.

~

I was in high school band again. I remember sitting in a band room. My high school band teacher was there. I had my clarinet, and was reading the music on the page. The reed felt weird in my mouth. It was an old reed. I remember I was close to last chair. I thought I may have actually been last chair, but a couple of people sat down to my left. They had 3rd part music, and I had 2nd part. I thought hard about playing clarinet regularly again.

I remember thinking that maybe I should play bass clarinet instead, since I have one, I played it all through high school, and there were no bass clarinet players in this band. However, I stayed where I was and continued to play.

~

I remember trying to "Like" something on my old friend (who is no longer my friend in waking life for some reason :/) Jane's Facebook. It said that she didn't allow "Likes" on her Facebook.

I then remember seeing her playing something on the piano. I wanted to help her, because she was having trouble. I started trying to nicely help her. She accepted the help and was being very friendly towards me.

Then, I remember seeing a monitor on Kacey's computer. The background was a picture of her and I jumping in the air doing some weird karate poses. If you started the computer up, it was a video that stopped at the point that we jumped in the air, turning it into a picture or still-frame. Random.

Anyway, we all had to go to this pep rally thing that was outside. Everyone was standing up in a grassy area. People were performing some talent show. Jane was going to play the music that I had tried to help her with. I remember seeing either me or someone else with these crazy, giant porcupine-looking quills in their hair that was part of some cheer leading or dance squad called the Quillin' something or another, I can't remember. They were going to perform against another cheer leading or dance squad.

But back to Jane. She got up to the piano. It looked like a child's play piano, it was red and low to the ground. She put her music up and just stared at it for awhile. A man was standing behind her, and asked her if she knew the music well. She said she didn't, but she was going to play through it anyway. I was standing to her right. She would start play, would mess up, then start again. I felt very bad for her, I wanted to help her. This went on for awhile. It got to the point where I had to look the other direction.

I then remember something about being in two different groups. We were somewhere that we weren't supposed to be, in some shack or some other kind of building. People were looking for us. I remember some piece of seafoam green yarn that was split into to different pieces, but converged into one piece. I remember someone on the other end of it who was in the other group very far away talking using the yarn. You could hear her through the yarn. She was asking for help and sounded like she really needed it.

I remember at some point being back where we were supposed to be, and being surprised at how far away we actually were.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was in a dorm room, and I had apparently moved to that one from an old one. My friends had already set up my stuff around my bed. All I really had to do was put my sheets and blankets on the bed. I remember Caitlin being one of my roommates, but I can't remember who the other one was.

I also remember seeing all these dolls scattered around the room. They were actually more like female figurines than dolls. They were there for decorative purposes. I started moving them around, placing them in different places, trying to figure out which ones should go around which roommate; seeing which ones fit best with their personalities.

I remember there also being a water bed in the room. It was the biggest of the 3 beds, a full-size. Mine and the other one were twin-sized beds. The other roommate said something about it being nasty and moldy, because the water had been sitting in it for so long. Around the edges it looked kind of gross too. I remember Caitlin coming in and laying on it, but laying under her own covers as opposed to the covers already on the bed. I thought it was gross, and I felt like she should have been grossed out about it. I was going to ask her why she took that one, but then I remembered that no one else wanted it either, and the other 2 beds were already taken.

I then remember seeing some more figurines sitting on a side table by my bed. They were Peanuts figurines. I vividly remember Marcy and Snoopy being two of them. I took those two figurines and placed them side by side on a coffee table by Caitlin's bed. Both the figurines then looked like they were sliding on their stomachs. They had their eyes closed. Someone commented on how they looked good there.

I also have notes in my journal about there being a movie on the TV in the dorm about a suicidal hit man, but for the life of me, I can't remember what went on. I vaguely remember that part of the dream.

I also remember talking to a lady with heart-shaped irises. The colors in her eyes looked marbled; the colors were a honey-yellow and a dark green. I thought about my dream with Hyu, but then dismissed my current situation to be waking life (dammit).

~

I was at an indoor pool. There were a few other people there. I saw a big, beautiful butterfly flying out to the water. I pointed the butterfly out to whoever I was talking to. Its wings looked like silk; the top was a light purple, the middle a light green, and the bottom an off-white. It landed on the water.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the butterfly had a female human head and face. I still called her a butterfly, but now, I can see that she was much more like a fairy. She had a small hat on as well, that looked like it was part of a flower. She swam in the water of the pool, keeping her wings out of the water. I then remember seeing her all the way in the water, wings and all. I hoped that didn't impair her ability to fly. She got out of the water, and asked a man for a towel. When she got out of the pool, I saw she had a whole human-like body, though she was quite small.

Then, my brother was trying to get a snake out of the pool with a net. I commented on this, saying that I had seen the snake earlier. He got it out. He walked over to me, and I looked at it. It was a green snake, and wasn't poisonous. It opened it's mouth, exposing its fangs, and hissed. My brother tried to pick it up out of the net, but got bit. He kept getting bit, and I could tell he was in pain, but he was determined to pick the snake up out of the net. I kept telling him to stop. He finally got ahold of its head, so it couldn't open its mouth to bite.

~

I was sitting at my family's electric piano that we have in waking life. My brother was sitting there with me. He switched the sound setting to 'strings', and held down a note in the higher range. As he held it down, I started to hear sound effects. How had we not discovered this before? He held down another high note, and "Marche Slave" by Tchaikovsky started to play. We played that song in high school in waking life. I got excited, and pointed out that it was "Marche Slave", but I could tell that people around us were getting annoyed. I experimented with some notes in the lower range, and then stopped.

Then, I was moving in with a man who frequents the coffee shop who has a history of severe depression in waking life. Tabita, a girl I work with, was moving out. She was explaining to me some things about moving, about what to do and expect.

I then remember waking up in bed at his house, but I was sleeping in a separate bed from the customer. I was trying to remember whether or not I had to work that day, then remembered it was Thursday, and I don't work on Thursdays. I wanted to sleep in some more, but I got up. I saw the customer's bed in the next room.

I then remember sitting at the kitchen table with the customer. His hair was an absolute mess, and he was wearing a dirty white undershirt. He started to talk to me about his morning routine, and work and such. I was thinking to myself that I was going to have to be careful, and deal with his depression very carefully.