Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I was at my parents' house. I kept thinking there was a place where I had a hidden stash of weed from a long time ago, since I could control my smoking more (IWL I gave up weed a year and a half ago). I "remembered" getting some and only smoking a little, and putting the rest away. In fact, I "remembered" doing this on multiple occasions. I feel as if my mom and I talked about this at some point.

Then, I was in a restaurant with my old friend, Sean. He looked much, much younger though; he looked like a chubby 11 year old version of himself. His dirty, light brown hair was medium-length, wavy, and a bit shaggy. He even had a more high-pitched, prepubescent voice. We were sitting down across from one another at a table in the middle of the restaurant. People kept walking by and saying hello to him and chatting with him. I wondered if they noticed the difference in his voice and appearance.

Then, we were at some party at my parents' house. It was nighttime. Sean was there, but I don't remember who else was.

I then fell asleep in my bed. I woke up, and did not see anyone there from the party anymore. I looked at my phone, and it was on a screen that said that people could return to MTSU (my old college) because the warning was over. I was thinking about what could have happened. Was there bad weather or something?

I then was watching a scene of people using the top half of people's heads to scoop some white liquid out of a dumpster. It had something to do with the warning I received on my phone. At first, I couldn't believe that they were using people's heads, and that it must be something else. But it wasn't. It was definitely people's heads. The scene continued on to showing people standing outside their homes, tossing heads around to each other, and using them to bail out some other substance. It may have been water, but I can't remember. I saw a guy with a mohawk's head get tossed in front of someone and landing on the ground, slightly startling the person it landed in front of. I also saw the detail of another, younger guy's face on one of the disembodied heads. No one seemed disgusted by the disembodied heads they were handling.

I think Sean was with me as we were watching, and I was talking about how terrible and disrespectful it was of people to do this. I was very upset.

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I was at some kind of get together. Many people were there. The one person that I really remember being there though was an ex from many years ago, Jarrod, though you could not tell by looking. Instead of blonde, his hair was scraggly, medium length and brown now (a bit longer than Sean's from my last dream), and he definitely looked older. But his height, mannerisms and the way he walked were the same. He kept his distance from me.

I was then inside a restaurant, a new one here in town called Peter D's, sitting in a booth with some friends. I had gotten offered a waitress job from there. I accepted the offer, and thought about how I have just changed jobs again for the second time in a month's time. I then thought about waitressing and holding trays. I knew I'd learn how to do it in no time. I was excited!

I then was at a party of Peter D's people. Apparently, Jarrod worked there too; I saw him in the distance again. I knew he was avoiding me for whatever reason; maybe he thought it was better that way. I understood why he would think that. He then started to walk in my direction, but did not approach me. He was going to get in his car. As he was passing me, I got his attention.
"I just want you to know that I value the time we had together. You taught me so many things." IWL, I do feel this way, even if I didn't for awhile.
His response seemed happy. He lit up a bit when I said that. I don't remember his verbal response, however. But it made me feel like we had some sort of closure with one another. I was happy, and he seemed happy as well. He was then in his car, which was a dark red car with the driver's side door bashed in a little bit.

Then, there was this contest that had to do with my old middle school. We were there, though it looked different. We were still at the party, however; it was part of it. We were split into teams, and, as a team, we had to roll a die. The number we got told us what we won. A guy from our team rolled the die. It seemed to just keep rolling and rolling for a long time. Finally, it stopped on...7. Yes, our six-sided die stopped on 7, which, in the dream, didn't seem abnormal at all. We had won the opportunity to take some 7th period history test on the computer...woo...what a prize. I thought to myself that that didn't seem like much of a prize compared to all the others (which I can't remember what those were anymore). We went into a room with some computers in it, and took the test. I think there were people watching us, students, I believe. I don't remember anything about the test.

It's been awhile since I've posted, but I'm gonna try to start keeping up with this thing again. I've had a lot going on in my life lately, but things have slowed down enough (for now) for me to start focusing on dreaming again.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my parents' bedroom at my house in my hometown, but they weren't there. I think Jake was there. I looked down and I didn't have any legs; they were cut off a little below the knee (this seems to be a recurring theme lately; I've dreamed I was in danger of losing my feet, or seeing other people with amputated legs, always right below the knee). How was I walking? This would have been an awesome opportunity to become lucid, but I haven't had regular LDs for awhile now, so I'm kinda out of practice.

Anyway, I remembered that Virginia, my old manager, had my legs. She also had some guy's arms. She was using them to hold up the frame of a window in my parents' bathroom. I saw one of them, propped with the foot facing upwards, holding up the window (yes, this was very strange and unnerving, even in the dream). Virginia was there also. I asked her for my legs back, and she seemed happy, almost eager, to give them to me. I then looked down, and they were both reattached. I reached behind my knees with my hands, and felt a raised scar on each of them at the area they had been reattached. The area was also very tender; I felt a slight pain when I touched them. Other than the scar, though, they were seamlessly attached; unless you saw the scars, you would have no idea anything had ever happened.

And that's really all I remember. I need to get my recall back up to where it was before life interfered. -_-