Linkzelda's Dream Journal

04.14.2012

Man with Cutlass, School Bus Lady (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Spoiler for Talking.....and annoyed.:

No luck with finding Kaomea. I swear, either I'm just too lazy with these WBTBs, or my body is in desperate need of sleep.

I have been sleeping late recently, especially on Wednesday where I stayed up until 3AM or so in the morning trying to finish some report and print charts and graphs that I probably didn't even do correctly because I was just trying to fill things in.

I'm really annoyed that I didn't find Kaomea, Alyzarin, or Melanieb. All this sleep just for hazy recall.

When I woke up, I remembered one dream, but I slept again, and then I forgot it along with the recent one. Then I decided I should just calm down and stay still on the bed and close my eyes and think about what I experienced.

Then I remembered one dream, "Man with cutlass" because of how intense my emotions were in the dream, and then the other dream, "School Bus Lady" because an image in my head popped up and I immediately held on to that thought to remember most of what happened.

Dream 1: Man With Cutlass

I'm outside somewhere with another person, and we're headed to go inside some random place, and we have to go through this hallway that would have two doors you have to go through.

There's a man chasing us, and I'm assuming that he's out to kill us.
He's Black, wearing a white shirt, has long Khaki pants, and probably one of those brown lace-less shoes, and is pretty muscular. He probably was wearing glasses as well.

I open the first door, which has one of those knobs you have to press down/up to open/close. The lock looks pretty stable, and when the guy tries to come in, he fails at first.

He still scared me though, because he looks like he's really trying to open the door. After the second time he tries to open it, he's almost there in getting in where me and some other DC are at.

I tell the other DC,

"We need to get the hell out of here!"

I dash to the second door, and open it quickly, and the man chasing us managed to get through the first door, and I quickly slam in the the second door because he's about 3-4 feet away from us.

The dream shifts to where I'm inside of a house, and it looks pretty familiar. I'm in the kitchen, which is pretty much one of the smallest areas of this house.

The guy in the white shirt is out to kill my mother and father, and it seems I managed to get on top of one counter, and I see the guy has a cutlass. My mother quickly exits through another door, and what's weird was that she disappeared instead of actually opening the door!

I guess she was phasing through the door, and the man stabs my father (I'm assuming it is him...).

Instead of staying still and being overwhelmed with fear, because I knew I was going to be next, I decided to go back to the same door I opened to get in here quickly.

I was in such a rush that I forgot what happened next, all I wanted to do was to get the hell out of there.

The man looked really similar to a person I know in waking life, he wore glasses just like the real one, except the glasses is what helped me figure out who he could possibly be.

Other than that, his visage was hard to define because the hue was a little too dark for me to pick them out.

Dream 2: School Bus Lady

I'm inside of a school bus, and I sit there for a while, but I don't know what I'm doing specifically. After a while, the bus stops, and the lady opens the door either with an automatic switch, or one of those knobs you push to open the door.

I take a look at the lady, and she looks just like a lady I know in waking life, let's call her "K." She was wearing a black dress, and she was turning around to see who has to come out. A few people come out, and it takes a few seconds for me to presume that I should get out as well.

Before she closes the door, I see a guy outside that looks like "J" with glasses who was #2 in a High School before I moved. I think he was talking to someone inside of the bus, and then I realized,

"Oh wait, this bus stop is closer to where I want to go!"

I get out quickly, and then I join James and some other dude he's with. The dream shifts to where we are playing tennis with just our hands.

We're not exactly out on a tennis field, just a random area that is spacious and doesn't have many things blocking us from moving freely. It seems we're inside some huge warehouse, and I throw the tennis ball at some random dude I'm playing with.

He's a bit slow, but we managed to get a few rallies going back and forth until the ball rolls under one of these large red containers that were stacked on top of each other.

I thought, "Awww man!"

But apparently, all you had to do in order to get it back was go to the left side, climb up and move one side of the red containers to leave a decent gap to reach for the tennis balls.

I can't remember much after that.