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    1. Zombie Workers, Sleeping On a Porch, and Quitting Work All Over Again

      by , 09-27-2012 at 03:38 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was in what appeared to be a cave system, but it was supposed to be at the restaurant I recently quit. The manager was evil, and was turning all the employees into zombies. I refused to let that happen to me. As the zombie workers tried to attack me, one by one, I fought them off. I remember them having red, glowing eyes.


      I was asleep on our neighbor's front porch, underneath my sleeping bag. It was nighttime. I rolled over, and the door opened. Lisa (the neighbor) checked on me, and then went back in. I rolled back over. I wondered how I was sleeping out there and not being freezing cold.

      I then remember going inside, I guess it was time to get up. The sun was just starting to come up. Lisa came down the stairs. Something about the cat needing to go outside.

      Then, I was sitting on the porch with Lisa and her husband, Steve. One of her sons, Kael, was there briefly as well. He walked up to us for a little bit. He was smiling and gently swaying from side to side.

      An owl then flew by, and I held out an orange prescription bottle of assorted pills, one Lisa had put together, of some antibiotics and antidepressants. The antibiotics looked like some I took last year IWL for an upper-respiratory infection. They were large green and blue capsules. The owl landed and took a beakful of the pills, and flew away. Apparently, Lisa did this all the time, fed the animals pills. It was supposed to help them. I was worried, though, since the owl had taken so many. He took quite a few of the antibiotics, which I felt like we needed for some reason. No one else really seemed all that concerned.

      Spoiler for Expicit content:

      Then, we were back on the porch. He was smoking a cigarette, and was surrounded by the empty orange pill bottles. I picked one up, took out a pencil, and wrote "STFU" on the white label, and put it down next to him.
      "What did you write?" Steve asked.
      "Shut the fuck up," I said, and stormed away.

      I came back a little later, and that particular bottle was gone. I assumed he got angry and threw it (IWL he has a pretty bad temper).

      I was then at home, standing in my mom's office with my mom and my brother. They were on the other side of the room. I opened up the farthest left window and looked out. It was a grey, overcast morning. My brother then said
      "It smells like smoke in here."
      I then replied with
      "I didn't smoke, Steve was smoking a cigarette," or something like that.
      He then came back with
      "No, not cigarette smoke, weed smoke."
      I then turned all defensive and said
      "I only had one hit! I'm not even that high!" though I don't remember smoking weed in the dream, unless it was sometime when I was on the porch with Lisa and Steve.


      I was in a room with lots of people. A man who looked kinda like a guy I knew from my college Swing Dance Club, Alan, came up behind me and gently put his arms around me. I hugged his arms back. I was very comforted by his presence. I was very happy and content being around him, being held by him. At one point, he whispered "I love you" to me. I think he thought I was asleep. I'm pretty sure I said it back. "I love you, too."

      I was then sitting on a hospital bed, in what looked like a hospital room. The walls, floors, and sheets were all white. Sitting on two chairs in the back of the room were my old boss from the restaurant in the first dream, and a big, tall black guy who looked kind of like a guy I went to school with when I was younger, and Kenan from the show Kenan & Kel. My old boss asked me
      "So why were you in the hospital...?" She named off a few mental illnesses that could have put me in.
      I said
      "My depression got really bad." A vague statement.
      She then said
      "Oh I understand, my son deals with that sometimes," and she patted the guy next to her on the back.
      I was then handed a form I had to sign. Something on it was highlighted in yellow. I also remembered I didn't have a doctor's note, but no one asked me for one.

      As people walked by the room, I scanned for the guy from the beginning of the dream, but I couldn't find him.

      I then was following one of the girls I used to work with down a long hallway. She explained to me that since I'd been gone, they had done some renovations, so everything was located in different places now. She then told me that I either need to stay or quit, and to not do what I did again.

      As I was walking, I realized that I had no idea how or why I had come back here; I quit for a reason. But I kept on walking.

      Then, I was heading to a huge auditorium with quite a few other people. I still couldn't find the guy. The leader of the group couldn't quite decide which way the auditorium was. There were two, actually, and we needed to be at a certain one. We finally decided on one of them, and walked in.

      There were blue, auditorium-style seats in the audience and on the stage. The ones on the stage went up very high. We filed in the ones on the stage and sat. I was scanning the room for the guy that held me, wanting to find him again. I scanned in the rows of guys, who all appeared to be in tuxes, but I couldn't find him. I saw one that looked kind of like him with a blue baseball cap on, but it wasn't him. All I could remember about the guy who held me, besides what he looked like, was his last name being "Creech"; I had no idea what his first name was. I remembered this from seeing it written down somewhere.

      We were all then watching the opera class rehearse for a show. We were watching from the audience seats now, as they performed in the stage seats. Their costumes were all farmer-ish; one girl looked kind of like she was supposed to be Little Bo Peep.

      I then heard my old choir teacher from high school yell out that she needed to see me and Zach, a guy I was in band and choir with in high school. We got up and started to walk upwards (we were in the stage seats again). I then noticed Zach and I were wearing our old high school marching band uniforms, and everyone else was in my old college's marching band uniform. I felt silly, still being in my high school uniform. I guessed it was because we came in late, and had to wear some kind of uniform.

      When we got to the top, my choir teacher talked only to me, and not Zach at all. She said, with a plastered-on smile, as is the norm for her IWL,
      "Don't do what you did again. If you're going to quit, then quit. If you're going to stay, then stay. There are plenty of other people who would like to be up there."
      Inside, I was very upset that she was saying these things to me. I have depression, and it got really, really bad, and that's why I left. She then asked,
      "Can you do that for me?"
      I said
      "I...I don't know."
      I was crying at this point.

      I then walked away, planning on just removing my uniform and leaving, never to come back again, when I remembered I wanted to find that guy, "Creech", again. I turned around to go back. People were filing out of the auditorium, including the farmer-dressed opera members, who were talking about singing. I scanned the line for Creech, but couldn't find him.

      I then ran into the girl that led me down the long hallway. She said if I was going to quit, to hang up my uniform. Sigh. I didn't even want to give them that.

      I was then in the back, and there were some fat, ugly girls in full-length black choir dresses. They were apparently on the "sidelines" of the choir, so to speak; if I quit, one would get to sing. I remember one with curly hair and glasses talking about it. I took off my uniform (no longer the band uniform, though I'm not sure what uniform I was wearing), and was wearing clothing underneath. One of the girls took off some chunky light brown sandals, and asked where her "wide shoes" were. I put on the sandals she took off, first making sure they weren't the "wide" shoes; their size said something like 7/6 or 7/8, but no "W" to indicate that they were wide. They were kind of wide on my feet, but fit well otherwise. I knew that one of the girls was excited to sing; they seemed very happy, and were going on about it.

      I was then walking back down the long hallway, free of my uniform. I felt lighter without it on. I looked down at the light brown sandals as I walked.

      I was then behind the counter making a sandwich for a little girl. As she came up to me, I didn't say anything. She spouted off her order. I cut the bread pretty easily. This was what I had signed up to do, not run around and do some weird choir thing too; I was supposed to be making sandwiches! But I realized that I didn't want to be there either. I started putting some gloves on; they were small, and hard to get on my hands. I debated just walking out.

      Oddly enough, I loved choir in high school, and would love to be in a choir now if I could.

      The sandwich job though, I fucking hated it. Just for the record.

      Updated 09-28-2012 at 01:36 AM by 32059

      non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    2. Prom with 2 Boyfriends, and an Owl Cartoon

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

      I was dating my coworker, Dakota, who is gay in waking life. I was also still dating Ryan as well. In the dream, I thought it was weird that Dakota and I were dating, because he's gay. I remember us kissing in the dream. I kept thinking about how weird it was that we were dating and he was gay. I felt like I must be a cover-up or something, though he is out of the closet in waking life.

      I then remember getting ready to go to prom. Ryan and Dakota were going with me. One of them picked me up from somewhere, but I had to go back to my house to get ready. It was nighttime. I told them I wasn't going to dress too fancy, and it wouldn't take me too long to get ready. They parked in front of my house, and as I was entering through the front door, I saw a shiny red sports car in the driveway, with two ghetto-looking black men sitting in it. A little black boy with crazy hair got out, and started to approach the house. I knew what he was going to do: He was going to try to tell my family that his dog was lost, and try to exploit money out of them somehow. I knew he saw me go inside, so he knew someone was home. I entered the house and I remember hearing my brother say that no one should answer the door if the bell rang. The little boy rang the doorbell continuously for awhile, and my mom finally answered the door. As I went up the stairs, I was wondering why she did that, because she was going to get exploited.

      I started getting ready for prom. I looked in my closet, and saw some very beautiful dresses that I didn't really remember having. My mind came up with why I had them, however. They were dresses that I had bought for a different prom or event, but ended up not going to. My actual prom dress from high school was in there as well. I ended up picking out this beautiful, strapless black and white dress. It was floor length. I put it on, and went to my dresser and started looking for some jewelery to wear with it. I found a pair of earrings that were dangley and sparkley. I thought they would look perfect with the necklace I wanted to wear. I put them on, but they looked funny. They looked almost like they were made out of hemp. I took them off.

      Then, we were at prom. There were two dance rooms: One that was for calmer dancing, and one that was like a nightclub. The calm one was in a gymnasium, and all the lights were on, and the music was pretty calm too. It was to the left. To the right was the nightclub. It was dark with lights flashing and dance music pumping. I went into the calm one for a little bit.

      I came out, and realized that I hadn't bought any tickets to this prom. There was a table of middle-aged people, parents I suppose, taking tickets. They were in between the two dance rooms. They didn't seem to notice that we hadn't given them any tickets. Everyone who had tickets had blue wristbands on. Ryan, Dakota and I did not have the bands. I started to talk to Ryan about this, saying that we needed to be careful, or we'd get kicked out.

      Then, the music stopped, and people started to clear both of the dance rooms. I saw the calm one clearing out, well, calmly. I thought they were taking a break or something. I then saw some cheerleaders in there practicing some routine. The coach was there as well. I looked at my phone: It was only 5:45pm. Wow, they stopped early, I thought. I wondered why they had stopped. I think it was because someone was in there that wasn't supposed to be (us maybe?). I remember then being with Ryan and Dakota in the lobby by the ticket takers.


      I was seeing some cartoon of these owls. They were in a castle. They were also different colors, like purple and blue. One smaller one, a child, was telling the king and another owl that he wanted to get taken seriously, and for him not to call him some name anymore. The king said something, can't remember what, but his eyes were all teared up. Then, when the view went back to him, his feathers were all fuzzed out. He commented on this.

      Then, I remember the child talking to another child as they left the area where the king was. The other child told him that he didn't think that the king would listen to his requests to stop calling him whatever he was calling him. The child that talked to the king commented on the king's teary eyes, something about how he looked sad.

      Updated 04-04-2011 at 07:03 PM by 32059

      Tags: owl, prom