Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

There was a girl with glasses that a very deformed neck. It looked like a huge mass of melted skin was on the back of it. She had to have it on this thing with wheels, kind of like a walker, to get around it was so big. She had a tattoo on it. She was showing it to us.

I was in high school marching band again. I remember saying something to someone about it, telling them I couldn't wait until I didn't have to be in it anymore. We were on the asphalt practicing. The sun was setting.

~

I was living in a neighborhood instead of an apartment complex. Two people I know IWL, Meg and Alicia, were moving into these tiny, studio apartment-type houses. Alicia's husband was also moving in with her. The houses were right next door to one another. I saw them moving in, and the apartment was so small, when you opened the front door, you could see the bed right there. Alicia's sister and her husband, Andrew, were somehow involved in this as well.

I knew they both smoked weed, and I knew that now that they lived there, the second we hung out again, I'd be smoking again too. I wasn't worried about it though. I thought that I could control my habits now. In the back of my head, I knew that I wouldn't be able to in reality, but I didn't care. I just didn't want Dallas to find out. I was really excited about smoking and having such easy access to it.

I was then hanging about with Alicia. Her husband wasn't there. I don't remember where we were, but we were just chatting, when she asked if I wanted to smoke. Hell yeah! I really wanted to. She went and grabbed a bong from somewhere inside I think. She then was asking me about having sex while high. High sex is good, but I'd never done it with a girl. I thought about doing it with Dallas, but didn't know if I would be able to get away with it without him knowing I was high.

I think we smoked, but the only thing I remember about that is thinking that my eyes were red. I was hoping we wouldn't get caught smoking since the house was so small. I didn't want to get arrested or in trouble in any way.

Then, I was talking to someone else about weed. She pulled some weed out that was a light green with white on it. She said it was hydroponic. I smelled it. It smelled good, but not like super good weed. She then was talking about putting it on chapstick and rubbing it in your eye to get high. I then thought that if I did that, my eyes would be really red.

~

I was outside of some store at nighttime. I was writing to my first crush/first kiss, Nick. It was nighttime outside. I typed him a letter, and put three fingerprints on it. It told him to email me at a new email address, and also told him to listen to a particular song. I think my mom helped me type it. I read it over to make sure there were no mistakes. Instead of "Dear Nick," it said "Dear D____", with the spaces being something I can't remember, but it looked like the new email address that I gave to him. The fingerprints were below that, shaped like a pyramid, with two on the bottom and one on top.

After it was sent, I wondered whether or not he would even acknowledge my new email, or if he would just write back saying he had already heard the song. The point wasn't whether or not he'd heard the song, it was the lyrics that I wanted him to listen to.

I was then sitting outside of a public bathroom. It felt like I was at Disney. It was still nighttime. There was a little blonde girl of about 5 and her mom also sitting outside the bathroom on a bench attached to the wall. The blonde girl then started to talk to me. She said
"In my country (she said the name of the country but I can't remember), we can play in the bathroom."
She then was asking me if there were things in the bathroom she could play with while she went. At her feet, there were many children's books. I told her she could take a book in the bathroom to read, and she got excited. She went in and forgot the book. I went over to the stall, which was unusually short, and handed it to her over top of the door.

Dream – Lucid

I was looking in the bathroom mirror. I think I was on vacation at the beach. Anyway, I noticed that the left side of my face was very red. I was trying to figure out why. I then thought about being on the beach all day. Maybe I hadn’t put on enough sunscreen? I kept looking and noticed the red was all over my face and all over my chest. I started being able to feel the tightness and pain associated with sunburn.

I looked at the counter by the sink, and it was super cluttered. There were little baskets of stuff everywhere. I noticed some aloe vera sitting in a couple of the baskets. I never picked it up.

I looked in the mirror as I turned out to walk towards the shower. I noticed numerous tattoos on my thigh. It looked like a cartoonified comic tattooed about the Power Puff Girls or something. It consisted of two frames. The background was pink.

I feel like there were more tattoos, but I can’t remember what.

Dream - Lucid - AP

My tattoo's colors looked strange and faded. I decided to go get it touched up. My brother and I went to the tattoo parlor where I originally got my tat. We walked into one of the rooms. My brother was going to touch it up for me. We wanted to get it done as quickly as possible so they didn't find out that one of their tattoo artists wasn't doing it.

I laid on the table, and told my brother to put on some latex gloves. He got them out of the box and put them on. He then implanted these tiny seeds into my body that would bloom into the colors of my tattoo to touch it up. I told him that's what Josh, the guy who originally did my tattoo did.

We went to the counter to pay. The girl asked what Josh did. I told her it was a touch-up. She asked to see my tattoo, and I told her it was on my back. I turned around anyway, and she looked down the back of my shirt. I saw the tattoo somehow; it looked like a temporary tattoo. The colors hadn't taken yet. I was worried that she'd notice, but she didn't say anything about it. My brother paid for it. The girl took the money and took the tip out of my brother's change, maybe $5 or $6, and put it in the tip jar. My brother and I left. On the way out, we saw Josh, the tattoo artist, working in a room on a tattoo on a girl's back.

~

I was in my house. I had 2 small daughters--they were about toddler age. They were Ryan's children. The older one had very short red hair and freckles, and was very fussy. The younger one had longer brown hair, and was calm and content. She looked older than the redhead even though she wasn't.

I remember playing with the younger one in the downstairs bathroom. I was asking her if she wanted to play with all these toys. I kept pulling them out of these drawers of a toy-holding cabinet thing against the wall. They were my brother's old toys. She asked me a question about the moon. I answered. She then asked me if the moon was big because everyone in Africa could see it the same way. It was kind of a question, but more of a statement or observation. I thought for a second, and agreed with her. I thought about how intelligent she was. I thought she may already be smarter than me.

Then, I left the bathroom to get the red-headed daughter from upstairs. There was a boy's baseball team practicing up there. They were wearing white and blue uniforms. It looked like they were outside, but they were inside. Weirdness. The red-headed daughter was up there with them. A fat guy, resembling the guy from my "Dreaming of Not Sleeping" dream, was holding her. He was yelling and cussing for some reason. I got really pissed off that he used that language while holding my daughter. I took her from him and started screaming and cussing at him. He was screaming back, but I kept screaming over him and interrupting him. He got the team together and they left.

I then remember seeing my friend Grace in the house, and telling her what happened. I then realized how ironic the situation had been.

I took the red-headed daughter into the downstairs bathroom to play with the younger one. I remember the older one crying, and me picking her up, which stopped the crying. I then forgot their names, or at least the red head's name. How embarassing. I was talking to someone about the redhead, and kept referring to her as "her" because I couldn't remember her name.

The redhead then turned into my cat, Belle. She ran off with a toilet brush in her mouth. I took it from her. I hoped she wouldn't get poisoned.

I kept thinking about how smart the younger one was. I remember bragging about her to someone.

I also remember the living room being decorated for Christmas, with the tree and everything. I hoped the baseball team wouldn't come back.