exdreamer's Dream Journal

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

My afternoon nap WILD attempt failed, but this is the dream I recalled anyway.

I was chatting with an friend, A, over MSN. A was telling me that he was doing some project at our old university and needed access to my final year project work. He was typing really really fast and I couldn't keep up with reading what he was going on about. For some reason he also wanted the domain name for a website I developed a while ago, and I told him that he could because I still had it registered but the site wasn't up any more.

I think I arranged to meet him at uni. I was walking down the road to the art and design building and saw a car racing around in the car park. The car park was different. Instead of the usual parked cars and gravel ground, there were wrecked cards stacked up and the ground was thick mud. The wrecked cars formed a track which lead out on to the road along side through holes in what was a wall previously. A was in the car, driving around like a madman.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

The Castle

I was in a large castle. I was a child, no more than about 13. It was night and there had been a murder.

An old man was there with a short white beard and scruffy clothing. He was distraught. The murder victim was his wife. She was a tall plump woman with grey hair and a grey dress.

I was aware that I lived in the castle with these two people. The woman was looking after me. There were other children of various ages around too. Perhaps it was an orphanage?

The man said how his wife had always looked after him and he didn't know what he was going to do now she was dead. There was another woman in the castle who now appeared. She looked similar to the dead woman, but somehow more mean.

Everyone went outside and was looking around in the dark for something -- probably the murderer.

The Prince-ess

I was in a small dressing room in a tower in some kind of palace or castle. I was a female. I looked kind of like Disney's Snow White, but was realistic in appearance and not like a cartoon. I was bummed out because I was just a servant but totally in to the prince.

There was some kind of ball or party going on outside in the large central courtyard. There was a window in the room I was in and I could see all the people. The prince was going to choose one of the female guests to be his wife.

Suddenly there was someone in my room. They were encouraging me to get dressed up and go and win the prince's affections. Alright! It was on!

I somehow became aware that there were guards in the castle/palace trying to find me and kill me. I didn't know why. All I knew is that we would have to work fast!

There was another person in the room now and both the strangers were helping me put on a rather complicated medieval gown. The gown looked kind of like Disney's Snow White again. At least, it was the same red, white, and yellow colour scheme.

All that remained was to go down and woo the prince! But how to get there in time and by avoiding the guards? There was a massive rope that seemed to just hang from the sky -- even though I was indoors. Perhaps I could swing across the courtyard and make a dramatic entrance? Damn right I could!

I exited a door to my left and descended the spiral staircase beyond. I found myself exiting another door on to a roof. Guards were closing in. I could see my target and was about to make my amazingly acrobatic swing...

Wait! Someone stopped me and pointed out that I had a beard! Huh? I looked in to a mirror and she was right! I was no longer a Snow White-esque woman but myself! My usual male self.

But what to do? I decided I better run back up to the room I had just left and shave first...

Note to self: Did I just have a cross-dressing dream?

The Treasure Chest

I was back at Uni. Or rather I was in a room somewhere and the only other people there were people I met back at Uni. For some reason we were planning to build treasure chests! I have no idea why. I intended to construct a giant clam and was planning it out in my mind.

My friend G was there with this guy I didn't know very well or like very much, J. J asked G if he would work with him to help build his treasure chest. He agreed, but said that he wanted me to help too. J reluctantly agreed.

J came over to talk to me. He wanted to know if I even knew who he was. I told him that of course I knew who he was, how could I not? I was alluding to the fact that he's super annoying and hard to ignore. I couldn't help but think about how much I dislike him and just ignored whatever else he said.