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    Midori

    I keep a paper and pencil dream journal. I've made it my goal to type up all of the entries. I edit them for coherence and grammar, as my writing doesn't usually make that much sense first thing in the morning. I've got several months worth of entries to type up, with new entries every day. It always feels like I'm playing catch up. Maybe, one of these years, I'll win?

    Color coding scheme:
    Non-lucid
    Lucid
    Non-dream

    Goals:
    [X] Fly
    [X] Use telekinesis
    [X] Teleport
    [ ] Find the sorting hat and convince it to put me in Slytherin, using any means necessary
    [ ] Find my wand and cast Lumos
    [ ] Talk to professor Snape
    [X] Tell a DC that this is my dream
    [ ] Tell a DC that this is my dream and be around long enough to see their reaction
    [ ] Master telekinesis
    [ ] Master teleportation

    1. We're Just Going for a Walk. Really.

      by , 02-18-2012 at 07:05 PM
      2/10/2012
      There are some little kids using a slide at a playground. The unpopular ones get teased.

      I finally see a doctor. He says I have lung cancer advanced 10 months. That's just lovely.

      I'm at my grandparents' house (they're different people than my real grandparents, but I won't realize that until I wake up). I have a boyfriend. I'm pretty sure it's a guy, anyway, because the grandparents want us staying in separate rooms (I often don't remember the gender of DC's). My boyfriend finds out that I am a virgin and insists I must have sex because it is amazing. I'm not too sure about this, but I go along for now. We cannot, of course, risk being caught by the grandparents. We are going to head to a place where we can experiment without being caught. I'm not at all sure about this intercourse thing because of the risks (pregnancy, etc.). I guess we could just, er, play around?

      We're outside, walking toward the other building. It is up a steep, curving dirt slope. Like spiral staircase curving. There are a lot of trees around, mostly pines. We walk for some time. There may have been other people at some point. I'm really quite uncomfortable with what we're going to do. The other building had only a few rooms, and I don't think the lock on the bedroom door works. I've been telling my boyfriend for a while now that I want to turn back. I'm afraid of being caught. I am hurt, somehow, emotionally or physically. I don't quite remember. I don't think it was intentional. We turn back. There is some sort of ride or fall.

      I woke up an hour earlier than usual, so I decide to try to sleep some more after writing down my dreams so far. I have a vague idea that I could try a WILD if I am actually tired enough to fall back asleep, but I don't really make much effort.

      Two guys are coming out of the woods. There is a lot of snow. They're stuck above some railing, at the edge of a relatively short dropoff above a road. One asks for help getting down. Someone below helps him down, but too far. He does a faceplant on the road below and is run over before he can get up. The second guy is terrified and does not want 'help'.

      I'm in a strange bathroom. It's small and awkward and dirty. I give up trying to use it. I vaguely remember something about my mom, like she was in the same building.

      I am a magic-using shape-shifter named Simon (usually I just look human so as not to scare people though). We're fighting against some bad, evil stuff, including some black dragons. I have an older-mentor friend who is a shape-shifter like me. Everyone else (except maybe that one kid) is human though. Later, the humans trap and bind me, preventing me from using my special powers. I am miserable and resentful, being kept prisoner. And I think that mentor-guy may have betrayed me somehow.

      I took notes about my dreams, so I'm not worried about writing down the whole thing right away, as I'm lying in bed after waking. Then I look over at my journal, and it's blank. I really need to learn to RC every time I write in my journal...