Fugue

Failed a WBTB. I'm unhappy.

Initially I dreamed about some sort of house that me and my girlfriend were staying in. We were like renting it for some reason and I think my girlfriend had a reason why we couldn't stay there, but I don't remember why. Eventually the scene changed to her house, and her mom was there with some ice cream. For whatever reason though, the ice cream was laced with weed, so when we ate it we got high. It was the strangest feeling, really--I actually felt high after eating it. It was definitely a dream sign considering the fact that my girlfriend would have nothing to do with anything weed-related, but I missed it.

The scene changes. I'm at an unknown location with my girlfriend and another friend of mine named Josh. We're with a dude I don't recognize but who evidently graduated from my high school. I feel like his name was Tyler. Anyway, we're talking about the student newspaper at my high school and how it's gone down in quality since that Tyler graduated. I worked for the student newspaper when I was in high school just like Tyler, but when he was in high school they had more funding and had more hours in the day to work on newspaper-related things. He also talked about how he worked for CNN while he was on our student newspaper staff. There were some other people around that I sensed worked with him, but I didn't know them and they didn't talk. He gave me, my girlfriend, and Josh some old copies of issues released when he was in high school, and for some reason they were huge and extraordinarily heavy. We left with them. Once we were far enough away from the building we opened one up, but for some reason there were just pictures of cymbals arranged on the pages, made out of construction paper. I was disappointed and couldn't understand how that could possibly be a quality newspaper.

After I woke up I went back to bed and had various other dreams, but I'm having a hard time remembering them all...the most recent one I can remember involved me, my uncle and aunt and two of my aunts. One of my aunts was murdered in a pool that I was swimming in by some sort of phantom. He was white and sort of translucent with a red circle around one eye and a blue triangle around the other. He wasn't human in form, he was something entirely different. The aunt he murdered he basically ground up into mashed guts in the pool, then he collected the remains and my uncle just sort of sat there smiling with blood on his face. I tried to wipe it off while climbing up some sort of slope behind him, headed for I don't know where. My other aunt just sort of sat there and scoffed, since she doesn't like the murdered aunt.

Before that I remember being on some sort of catwalk above the pool with people, and I think I felt the presence of the phantom, but I don't remember fully what we were doing.

Once again, failed to achieve lucidity, but I'm garnering a pretty substantial dream journal, so hopefully that will help.