fOrceez's Quirky Subconscious!

18.06.2011

Threatre Dramatics? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a hotel room with a few friends when we were told to go downstairs. I was the last one to leave out of the room, i shouted to my friends and asked if i was supposed to be dressed formally, they say yes. I get angry and ask why no one told me.

In a theatre~
I'm suddenly next to my mum, talking to her about something. Angry, i make a fuss about something and walk down the stairs into another theatre room. I walk up the stairs to my school friends. I sit down in one of the theatre seats with my friends and start to talk to them when i'm interrupted by a blonde lady.
She addresses me by my first name but i have no clue who she is. Emily (a friend) then begins to accuse me of something over facebook but another friend, Ashley, had my back and backed up my story. It was something about a facebook party but i wasn't in any of the photos.
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scene change
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I'm at the party that I was accused of being at.

12.06.2011

Dream I Forgot About (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't even know how to start this dream.
Originally, Watto and I were talking. Everyone was taking photos, I think it was the formal, or just after the formal, everyone was dressed in suits and dresses. Seeing as I didn't go, I was dressed in short jeans and a black singlet. The setting was a blue rooms with blue curtains, there was an area was for like, photoshooting.

Then it skipped to the front of the building, I was putting shoes on. It was daytime. There were go karts on the driveway (it was a long-ass driveway.) John and I shared a go kart, he was driving and I was sitting at the back. We were like, racing. John and I were in the lead and the rest were trying to attack us/box us and whatever you do where you try to attack someone on a go-kart.
On the back of the go-kart, i had a kind of cannon. It was situated between my legs of where I sat, and my chair spun around. To shoot the cannon, i placed my finger over where the bullet shot out of and then pressed down. A small, black ball shot out, when it hit something, it blew up. Pretty gnarly for a go-kart.
We reached a bridge, and then John and I skidded to a halt, Tokyo Drift style. I woke up