dream fragment

The first dream I had was circled on a park, nearly like a Jurassic Park of modern times sans dinos. Families from all over came with survival possessions, their family, pets, and anything else they thought they needed. I wasn't conscious of the end point of this park, what was the point; however, I was well aware that this park was a kill or be killed kind of park. We needed to be the last family standing, by any means necessary. In this kind of primal world, my family chose to bring ourselves, the dogs, and our cars, which weren't really our cars...

I don't remember much of this one, but some parts I do remember were quite vivid. It was a lush forest with plants that grew too high to be natural. The air was fresh and crisp, yet there was always a sense of tension, a sense of someone watching you from the shadows. We were taking a short break by a beautiful park when we came across another family. Nothing was said, but we immediately started attacking each other. After an unsuccessful few minutes, the other family decided to get in their car and speed away, making me miss some poorly thrown javelins by me. We decided to get in our car and go after them, but before we set off, my mother suggested putting one of the cars inside the other (we apparently had come with two cars...or the other was simply procured magically). I don't know how, but one of the cars fit inside the other, and we were fussing about which car had to have its windows down so that we could have access to the windows in general. While my mother and I were getting the window situation squared away, my father was looking and calling for my dogs, not quite sure of where they went. My mother kept telling him they were inside the car(s), and I realised they had both magically fit on the floor of the back row with plenty of room to walk around and lay down and things...these dogs can't remotely do that with our cars, they're far too large an animal for a space that's kinda tight. It was then I rethought the absurdity of this proposition, and then it got me thinking about the impossible nature of me having a javelin in the first place to throw, and finally settled on the fact that cars can magically fit inside each other and be fully operational. I came to these conclusions rather quickly and my dreamworld collapsed; then I woke up.

I was awake for a while and then went back to sleep; sadly, I did not remember any more dreams

Alright, tonight was a rather strange assortment of dreams, and I hope I can recall them with some decency.

The first dream I had revolves around something like a jail break. I apparently know these two guys in this sort of
posh prison. It's not so much a prison, as it looked way more like a boarding school than anything. The headmaster
of this institution is blind, and I'm working with this girl to get my two friends out. through some sneaking around, we are
able to notify the two guys that tonight was the night they were going to break out. We ran up to their rooms, told them to rush it and pack, and
then, somehow, we just walked through the front door, albeit rather quickly. When we got outside, it was almost as if the scene came
from an old fairy tale. I smelt pine in the air, the streets were clear of frost but you could still see your breath, and I could hear
the soft movement of water - not too fast, not too slow.

It was at this point the phone woke up and I was broken from this scene, but as soon as I could, I drifted back, focusing on that very spot. When
I got there, I could tell the world around me was fading, so I opened my eyes (in my dream) and spun around. It actually worked in keeping
the dream alive!

There is a bit of a disconnect between how I got from there to this estate, but the next portion of the story takes place there. We talk to who I assume to be the father
and mother of a sister and brother, though I'm not sure if they are the same people in the jailbreak or not. They invite us out to ride their multitude of horses, and
we take a turn around the track that surrounds a lake (again, still on their estate). The son of this couple and I both take black horses, his a stallion and mine a mare, and we take off. There are more people on the track than just us, but they're just sort of there, racing along, being people walking around the lake, things like that. Anyway, we're racing and we round the first corner round the lake. The son, who had passed me on the turn, couldn't keep his hold and fell off his horse. The horse proceeded to run and jump in the water; that was the last time I saw that horse. I was about to keep going and just finish up the lap, but then a little boy falls into the lake. I get off my horse and, along with some other characters, pull him out of the water onto the bank. At this point my own horse disappears and instead turns into a girl (around the same age as the boy we had just pulled from the water). The girl runs to the small pond next to the road, on the other side of the lake, and jumps in. I ask if she wants to continue down the track, and she adamantly refuses. I turn back to look at how long the track really is: maybe a kilometre or two - tops. By the time I turn around to face her, she has vanished.

At this point I notice that no one else around me has horses, and they are merely walking about. I follow suit and take the not so long walk back to the estate. A discussion there ensues about what we ought to do, and the father and mother suggest another race. Instead of the multitude of horses, now I see they have but a few, and the black mare I had ridden previously was no where to be found. I instead got a grey mare, slightly spotted with black around the hooves and snout.

We mount up and ride again, but for some reason we stop; the son and I take our horses, his being a blonde, chestnut mare, mine being the aforementioned, and let them circle the pen on their own. We go back into the house for a little while. The son, whose features and voice I cannot distinguish, was talking to his sister, whose features and voice I can also not distinguish, about the records he held with horses. He was missing the times for a dash of some sorts, and that it needed to be below 20 seconds.

The siblings then start discussing how riding while reading is quite easy and fun, but I realise that it doesn't suit my taste to multi-task in that fashion. The father and the mother say the best part of riding IS riding, so you shouldn't do anything else but that. The father then offers to go with me once more around the track.

We get up and walk towards the pen where my horse and the son's horse are taking small warm up circles. Upon seeing up, they jump over the end and sprint past us. The father said to just go and wait by the pen and the horses will come back and then we can ride them around the lake once more. Upon entering the pen, I realise that I am not alone, but instead I'm with another handful of people.

I see my mare running towards the pen, but she then turns into this blonde woman, decently tall in stature, delicate, but not petite (but she was by no means fat; she was, rather very realistic with a decently slim waist, decent bust, blonde hair that fell to her hips, and clad in a dark green dress that fell to her feet). She was carrying a sort of pouch, and somehow I knew that you needed to be the owner of a certain artefact before you could call her yours. I was not the first to point this out, as one of the people standing in the pen said what she had on her mind: "you're looking for the one with the bottles, aren't you?" She responds with, "Indeed I am. Can you point to me who is my master?" The character she is talking to looks over in my direction and says, "the one in the grey shirt."

It was sadly at this point I woke up. I got out of the dream so quickly, I didn't even realise it was fading around me. I tried to re-enter the dream, but was sadly unsuccessful.

During the first part of the dream, the jail break part, I knew I was in a dream, yet it was more like the story was unfolding and I wasn't in my own body. I was merely a visitor in this scenario. When I left the dream due to the phone ringing, upon re-entry I feel like I really "opened my eyes" to the dream world. The details became clearer, I could hear things, smell things, really have a grasp on the world around me. While I don't remember how I got to the estate, I do remember that the riding was a big deal.
What was really interesting, but something that did seem quite normal in the dream, was that the horses turned into people. From what I gather, the boy that me and some dream characters pulled out onto the bank was actually the son's black mare. Once I got off my horse, she turned into a girl of roughly the same age, who refused to take me along the track, and instead wanted to play with the ducks and such. My second horse turned into a beautiful woman who, thinking back on it, seemed like she was garbed in more Celtic-like gear than anything else.

I'm still not quite sure what my "dream signs" are. I am simply aware that I am dreaming, perform a reality check to confirm, and go back and go along with the story, as I thing it's supposed to happen. There doesn't seem to be a real consistent theme in the dreams I've written down in the Dream Journal. But, from the last one to this one, what is consistent is that I'm with a blonde girl right before my dream fades. Although the one from my last dream and this one were completely different (the last one was petite, bubbly, very playful, whilst this one was not fat, just taller and slightly bigger in stature, and far more calm). Not sure what it all is supposed to mean, but hopefully some recall on future dreams will shape what my dream signs are and maybe show the significance of the girl.

This is the first dream I've been able to recall in weeks, so it's quite fuzzy...and really random...

In dreams, things happen all around us and we take it in for what it is, unquestioningly so. The situation around me in my dream tonight was
so wholly absurd that I immediately was aware I was in a dream, yet I went with the flow of the dream anyway

There was a studio, filled with dancers. The dance instructor told them that I would be joining them this class, and we went straight away to
practise. It was ridiculously apparent that I was not cut out for this, but everyone kept going, including me. We ended up doing standard
stuff, stretching out, going 'round in a circle to practise jumps and spins, and eventually do a mad free for all that seemed to completely pass over my realisation - I only
remember the moment that it ended.

Through this rehearsal session, I became increasingly aware of a particular petite girl with blonde hair. We both ended up doing the same move in time with the music, and
that seemed to enlist laughter and practise in close proximity for the rest of the rehearsal. When we were in-between sets, she would come over and wrap her right arm around my waist as we walked towards the rest of the group. I can't recall any distinct features about this girl other than her stature and hair colour; however, she doesn't seem like anyone I know in particular.

During the free for all, apparently there was supposed to be a sort of group pose at the end of it all, where we were to hold hands and do something crazy. Completely oblivious to this fact, the last precious seconds of the song were filled with me scrambling towards that blonde girl. As we held hands and posed for the last beat of the song, it all felt really surreal. There was no real purpose to this dance rehearsal. I'm haven't been a dancer since I was much younger. The absurdity of a dance studio dream made me quickly realise I was dreaming, but for the life of me, I went along with it.

As soon as that final pose ended, the blonde girl ran over to her stuff, packed up in a flash, and said, 'see you around.' It was a nice voice. Delicate and not too high in pitch, but wholly impossible to place. I can't really say I've heard a voice like that before.
As people start walking away I find myself alone very quickly. The studio itself started to fade to black, and I woke up.

This was an extremely random and confusing dream...Why would I even dream of something like that?!
On top of it all, I did no reality checks during the dream, which frustrates me a bit.

I'm still unaware of my particular dream signs, and thus I'm trying to improve dream recall. The biggest annoyance is that I haven't been able to recall a dream since my first semi-lucid dream a couple weeks ago. Maybe this is the start of better dream recall. Let's hope for the best during tonight's adventures.

The one thing of note in this dream may be the fact that I was very much aware of her touch. I really felt it, and it seemed so real; at the same time, I knew I was dreaming. Despite all of that, every time she was with me as we were walking back from a set, it was the most grounding experience to have her wrap her arm around me. Not particularly sure what it all means...