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    1. Jealousy.

      by , 05-13-2015 at 07:29 PM
      I haven't been remembering my dreams at all recently, so I'm rather happy I remembered some of this one..Non-lucid
      12:30-2:00PM NAP
      I'm at Grannie Annie's house, but it's not her actual house. She has a tall brick oven, in the kitchen, which opens up and you can walk into the garage, where she's storing a collection of vintage school desks. To get into the garage the other way, you have to walk outside. Her house is very tall, has many rooms and has a nursery for plants.
      I found a lizard in the nursery, and I need to get him outside. I pick him up, and walk to the kitchen. "Grannie Annie, did you just bake?" She nods at me. I sigh in annoyance, and go outside and into the garage. I decide I need to set him up a tank.
      I hot glue a book to one of the desks, believing I needed a flat space to make his tank. I build his tank on top of it, then immediately panic. I hot glued one of her prized vintage desks!
      I go back into the kitchen. More people are here.
      "Are you Alex?!" A tall, tan, freckly, older lady with black hair asks me excitedly.
      "Uh... yes? Yes. I am." I say.
      "Ah, you're so funny! I love reading your posts online!" She smiles broadly. "SO nice to meet you!"
      I shake hands with her, saying "thank you."
      I go back into the garage, where a little platinum-blonde haired boy is. He goes over to the desk, and pulls up the book, with some effort. I thank him profusely. He asks me, "Will you play with me? Nobody wants to play today." I agree.
      The scene changes. I'm at the pool, with Mackenzie and AJ. Julia is at the other end of the pool, looking very angry. AJ looks equally angry. AJ is ranting to Mackenzie quietly about Julia's 'attitude, especially today!'
      I ask her, "what's today?"
      "Mother Suicide Awareness Day." she replies.
      I look around. Lots of mothers are here with their children, which does mean that Mrs. T is here. The black-haired woman is here too!
      Then, I wake up.
    2. At the Theater

      by , 04-29-2015 at 02:16 PM
      Non-lucid
      I'm at the theater, backstage. All of the thespians I know are back here, including Crash the dog. Since we're doing Annie, Mr. John needs him for the part of Sandy. Crash sits in a basket. I leave to go out front and watch the show.
      It's a bigger theater than the one I'm accustomed to, and the seats are filling up fast! I decide to sit someone I've never sat, but once I get there I notice all of the seats are already taken. I look across the aisle to a girl who's a little younger than me, and ask "Can I sit with you?"
      She smiles and nods, "Sure! C'mon over! You get to sit next to the bass player haha!" She pronounced bass like the fish, instead of the instrument. I sit in-between her and a boy around her age. The boy looks at her and says "Y'know I don't play a fish, right?" The girl laughs.
      The show starts, but I talk to the girl. Apparently she paints, and she's showing me pictures of her paintings on her phone. "Well, I'm a painter myself..." I say, rather humbly.
      "You are?! Do you have any pictures?" She asks with a big grin.
      I nod and search through her phone to find the pictures of my paintings, but I can't find them. I find many pictures of a sunrise. But when I look closer, they're actually individual encaustic paintings of the sun rising. I look for them during the entire show, and I only look back at the girl once the show is over. I couldn't find any pictures. The girl has left, along with most everyone else, a few stragglers are leaving now.
      "IS THE SHOW OVER?!" I shout to whomever is backstage and hear a "YEAH!" from a few voices.
      Then, I wake up.
    3. I'm a hobo

      by , 03-29-2015 at 05:12 PM
      Non-lucid
      I was homeless, so at night I'd break into houses and sleep in people's guest rooms. Some nights they'd find me, and I'd normally have to hurriedly leave immediately after that. Sometimes when that'd happen, they would care for me.
      I met many different people with different lifestyles: A pregnant lady with a huge pet snake, an eccentric lady with a huge house, and the list goes on.
      One night, I creeped into a house, and went into a room with a closed door. A baby was soundly sleeping in a cradle, and I definitely wasn't going to change that. I turned around and saw a camera looking at me. I quietly, but quickly, went out the door, and looked down the stairs. A tall lady with wavy hair is watching TV and talking on the phone in the living room below me. Her back is to me. I panic, and hurry into the next room a little less than silently. I hear a muffled "Hold on, I-I heard something..." through the door. I crawl under the huge bed and hope she doesn't find me.
      I hear the door open, and she's still on the phone. "I know I heard something." She whispered into it. I could very faintly hear the person she was talking to in the quiet room. "Someone's in here, I know it." She bends down and looks under the bed, to find me, curled up, staring at her, and terrified. She ends the call immediately, her mouth hanging open.
      "Hey now," I whisper showing my hands to show her I have no weapons, "I don't want to hurt you or your baby... I just need a place to sleep. I promise that's it."
      Then, I wake up.