Amurehna

I am in the water, off of a dock. My friend has left his...watercraft with the keys in the ignition out in the middle of the bay. I kept calling it a boat, but it wasn't really. Sort of like a jet ski, but you stood on it instead. It had a dashboard with controls, handles, and then a flat area to stand on. I watch a few people swim up to it, and I'm worried someone will steal it. I've never used one so I don't want to move it. Instead, I swim over, like it belongs to me, and remove the keys from the ignition. I hop over to a tiny walkway hugging a wall, and sidle along until I make it back to the dock which is painted dark, dull red. His apartment is across from mine. In the dream he was familiar to me, someone I care about, but he has become indistinct like many of my dream characters. I'd probably call him a mixture of Ruadh and my ex, considering the people in the apartment.

Anyway, I go in through the open door and navigate through all the people, asking if anyone has seen him. They direct me to the kitchen, I find him there with one of my ex's friends, Amanda who was mostly nice but a little condescending to me.
I walk directly to him and drop my eyes while I explain that he left his damn boat on the bay with the keys in the ignition. I drop the keys into his waiting hand. He thanks me in a distant way and says he'll be right back, I assume he's going to move the boat. I stand there a little too long and Amanda asks me in a condescending way, "What are you doing here, sweetheart?" and plucks a dust bunny from my sleeve.
I frown a little. "Doing him the favor of returning his keys." I say. I know I wasn't invited. I leave without saying anything, knowing no one will notice or miss me.

I walk across the way to my own apartment. It's has a curious layout. A front room with a tiny kitchen off to the right, and straight back is the bedroom, to the left of the bedroom is the bathroom, with another door leading into the living room. People follow me into my apartment, I don't know any of them. I try to shut the door to my bedroom, it's a heavy sliding metal door with a weird crossbar for a lock. It won't latch and people follow me into my room. I wander out through the bathroom and find a co-worker of mine in the living room. Startled, I realize my apartment has two entrances and he came in through the second one. He tells me he was just returning something to me? My cat got out. (I don't have a cat).
I realize with a guilty start that I have forgotten to feed my cat. He's a very thin long-hair tabby. I wonder how long its been since I fed him? I cast about for his food and water bowl which are, embarrassingly full of cobwebs and dead flies. I gather them up and try to hide their disgraceful state from my co-worker as I rush into the kitchen to wash them out. How could I have forgotten?

You know, this is the third or fourth time I've dreamt about forgetting to feed my cat, when I don't even have a cat. =/

It ends with a terrible storm and strangers huddled in my apartment. I'm stuck at the front door, struggling to hold it closed. It won't latch and the flood water from the bay keeps rushing in through the cracks despite my efforts to hold it shut.

False Awakening
Lucid
Non-Lucid

Sometimes I can't recall the actual order of the dream because it all feels the same. Anyway. I'll tell it in the way that makes the most sense. Jack always wears blue and black, though this time he also had a grey vest. He appears in uniform, police or military. He has dark hair and pale skin. He's always my friend but is sometimes more.
I wake up in my house but it feels strange. I can't figure out why exactly but I know I don't like it. It's like having a word on the tip of your tongue. Anyway, I get out of bed and I wander down the hallway. I glance over my shoulder and it's only when I realize the master bedroom is swapped with the other bedroom that I know I'm dreaming. There's a subdued sense of relief and I make my way to the front door. Instead of being on the east wall it's on the north end, and it feels so damn familiar. I know I've been here before. I push the front door open and frigid winter air greets me. I'm delighted when I find it's snowing. I can feel the air and the sharp bite of the snowflakes melting on my cheeks. There's a white crosshatch gate. I open it and climb out onto a massive snowdrift, laughing and spinning in a circle. My neighbor crosses the lawn and I wave. He gives me a small smile and ducks his head against the icy wind. This does nothing to dampen enthusiasm and I throw handfuls of snow into the air in wild exultation.

Suddenly I am back in bed. I experience a moment of vertigo as I sit up. It's only when I realize that the two bedrooms of my apartment have switched places that I know I'm dreaming. Still, it is a distant realization. I move toward one of the two closets and look inside, there is an old washer and dryer set in there. I back out and see Jack there. I should be clear though, I only know it's Jack in retrospect. I have been doing this a lot lately. Depression makes me indistinct and so my recurring dcs are indistinct. I know him because he is wearing blue and black, as Jack always does, and because he feels the same way. He's the right build, though I never see his face.
I recognize him, standing in front of the other closet. He is mine.
He shows me the new washer and dryer set in the second closet, though I have already seen it. It's like a game. I turn to kiss him and get an impression of pale skin and black hair, also very much Jack.

There's a lapse. A very stark lapse. I'm in a dim hospital. Jack was a police officer who was killed on duty. All of his friends gather in vigil around the room containing his body bag. I can't quite believe he's dead and I wander away from the sober scene, all those uniforms gathered in chairs around the room. That is the only reason I survive.

The hospital is so very still in the late hours of the night. Dim. Quiet. The recently dead become quick, nimble zombies pouring down the hallways in waves. I hear them before I see them and have a moment of intense annoyance and disbelief. Of fucking COURSE there are zombies. Why the fuck not.
I run away. I realize I'm barefoot. I can feel the doors under my hands as I push them open, and the rush of night air that greets me. And the sound of the undead pouring out in my wake. I almost lose my lucidity and think I have to find MY car. Then I think "No, you're lucid. ANY car will work. PICK ANY CAR." I don't get to find out if that is true. I run for a car, the zombies coursing around me like I'm a wide river stone. I pull a car door open---

My vision...fluctuates. I try to focus. It's hard to say how I do it. It feels like I'm looking up, like I'm willing my eyes to close? I find myself in a motorcycle shop with a familiar blond, bearded man in a leather vest. I immediately start to cry. "Where am I?" I ask him. "How did I get here?"
I move around the counter as I ask these questions, my eyes straying to the tv mounted on the wall behind him. I ask but I already know that he saved me from the onrush of zombies. He asks me if I've seen a certain documentary, or heard of a series of experiments. I know of it in a distant way, but it still feels like I'm lying when I say I've seen it and he seems to know it is a lie. He explains that the undead are everywhere and they managed to pull me here, though it is unclear if I will turn.

Work

A friend from work tells me he that one of the headlights on his car died and he needs a new bulb, but it's really expensive. He shows me an aisle of metal shelving full of white bulbs, that honestly look more like candles. The one he needs is $81.60. I want to help him pay half, even though I don't know him very well. I don't think he'll take it, so I awkwardly offer him $20.

Wanting

The first part is a little confusing. It was an odd mixture of television and Destiny. I see Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake. Mila is a sorceress, to save Justin and his party from death, she shrinks them so they are only a foot tall, and moves them from harm's way. o.O

I'm standing in a pool, the water is waist deep. My sister is next to me, eagerly answering texts on her phone. I'm jealous of her, and frown down at my phone. There's a dull ache in my chest and behind my eyes that could easily turn to tears if I let it. I want Ruadh to talk to me, like he used to. I think about texting him that but I know he wouldn't answer, or would pretend he never got it. He still pretends he's my friend, despite how easily he lies. I drop my phone in the water and the force of my wanting makes me believe I hear his text tone, I dive after it. I actually feel the weight and wetness of the water all around me, though I see myself in third person as my hand darts out to retrieve my phone. There is, of course, no text.

Broken Teeth

I make my way through a derelict building. All the windows have long since broken, the walls and floor are stained black and green. I'm supposed to meet my family, they'll be back soon. My teeth feel strange. One of my canines starts to break. I feel uneasy as I remove part of the tooth. To my horror, when I close my mouth, all my other teeth immediately fracture and fall apart. I have a mouthful of tooth shards. I start to spit them into my hands, then onto a table along with a thin yellow liquid like bile. It feels like I'm vomiting teeth. I can't breathe. All that's left in my gums are ragged stubs. I wonder insanely if a dentist can put my mouth back together.

Off to the side I notice a female dentist bent over a woman on the dentist's chair. The room is cast in a weird sick-green light. The patient leaves and I approach the dentist.
She's not precisely human, which is fine. I have no money, I might as well make a deal with a demon to fix my mouth. But for her to do me a favor, I know I have to do one for her. I climb into the chair. She has wide, almond shaped eyes, the pupil is black-red, the sclera is marbling blood-red. Her brown hair hangs straight just past her shoulders. She's crouches over the leg rest of the chair and bares her teeth at me.
"You think you can...entice me? Being beautiful?" I know she has a thing for pretty women, and while I might not feel pretty, maybe my offer will be enough.
I reach out and lightly touch her knee and she closes her eyes, smiling a little. Then, she says wistfully. "Alas...I don't take such favors from clients."

There's an eternal moment, where I am left wondering what I can do now. That was all I had to offer and she didn't want it from me. Do I have to live with my broken mouth? I can't let people see it...

Semi-Lucid

I hesitate to call this a true lucid dream since I never broke free of the storyline, yet I had full control of my body.
I am approaching the dark dead end of a hallway. There is an intermittent security light that slides slowly back and forth over a small box embedded in the wall. It is a strange little thing (about..2X3?), there is a white-grey rectangular thing, like an oil pastel on the left end. To its right is pink fibrous felt, covering 6 similar (though darker) oil pastel things. It is like playing a game. I know I have to pull off the grey rectangle, peel back the felt, and then remove at least two of the thingies (it's almost like a battery case?) before the alarm goes off. I know I have tried this at least twice before and didn't succeed.

Meanwhile, I can feel the light pulsing, back and forth, and there is a speaker overhead that plays a song. A man, singing in another language. It has an old-time feel to it, distant and tinny. I hear the same three words over and over, and it reminds me of the inception 'pre-kick song' Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien by Edith Piaf. Except I hear these words: "Baaaalllou, veli maaali. Baaaalllouu, veeeeli, maaali."
Somehow it sounds ridiculous and I focus on the lyrics, waiting to understand them. At the same time I reach out and carefully pry the weird grayish white thing from the box. I wait a beat, and take a hold of the felt to peel it from the casing.
I wait, thinking that if I wait for the music to swell, they won't notice my movements. I dig out one of the pieces and am reaching for a second when the dream fades into waking. I try to get it back, I was so close and I want so badly to finish.

Apartment

I'm in my apartment, except that it has two levels instead of one. There are a lot of people from work visiting. I go upstairs to what should be my room and find it full of things that belong to an acquaintance, I notice they are his only because of a bright red backpack I've seen him carry. I'm disquieted to find that the second bedroom is also full of unfamiliar things. This is my apartment...right? I frown and go downstairs. I am telling someone how much I pay per month, how affordable it is, especially given the size. My eyes scan the living room which is so large it could accommodate 3 sets of living room furniture at different points of the room without being cramped. I trail off, looking at the vast room. How can this be mine? There are a lot of people milling around and I wish they would all leave.

Ruadh
You may see mention of this man in other entries. He has become quite a part of my subconscious. I was seeing him for a while but he always seemed to put someone or something else first and then he left me, but pretends he is my friend. So he pops up in...unflattering ways. It says more of what I think about myself than him, really. If you look at it closely. Anyway. In the dream I'm at work. I feel separate from everything. I watch him as he calls another associate he knows but in RL doesn't go out of his way to be friends with. He is going to have lunch with her. He avoids his friend who used to date her, saying that he is going to lunch alone, waits for his friend to leave, and for her to arrive.
I know he doesn't particularly like her, so that he is going to lunch with her when he evaded so many plans with me, eh, hurts. I watch her enter the break room and get her stuff. I walk over to him and querulously ask why we never go to lunch together.
"Figure it out." he says, smirking a little. He takes it as a joke, just like he does everything else.
"I already have." I say seriously. He pretends he didn't hear me, so I repeat myself. I wait for him to ask what I've figured out, but when I try to explain he says something I can't understand and I am left feeling desolate and lonely. :/

Every time I watch through Fringe, my subconscious focuses on Olivia's discovery of her ability to cross to the alternate universe, and how she became trapped there. Then usually jumps to the part where Peter is erased from the timeline but traces of him continue to exist in the minds of those closest to him.
My subconscious seems to have a thing for them heh heh.

In the dream I am the equivalent of Astrid but in this version of Reality I was a cortexaphan subject like Olivia. My ability was similar to hers but while hers was to cross to the other universe, I couldn't cross but could create a bridge. Allowing anyone without an ability to cross, or I could lessen the cost of crossing.
So, I went with her to the other side and witnessed her capture and reconditioning but I remained outside of the story. When I finally met her again she found a way to cast me back to our universe, interrupting the storyline of the show where Fauxlivia had infiltrated our group and instead caused Fauxlivia's early incarceration.
In Olivia's absence, Peter and I became close. On the cusp of being more.
Olivia's return happens in the backyard of my childhood home. It's all washed out, wintry. There's a shift in our dynamic but no one wants to talk about it. Peter's attention has shifted from Olivia to me, and she is bitter because it never would have happened if she hadn't sent me back first.
There's a lapse. I'm leaving my apartment. This part is confusing. I promise Peter that we will go somewhere first but we have to be quick because I have work. I get into the back of the car because just as we are leaving Olivia climbs into the passenger seat. Peter is driving so I ask where we are going, he says he'll drop me off at work. I argue that I'll still need my car to leave work later, and that we should go to get that first. He has an easy-going manner, lazily talking over me.
"No really, just drop me off at my car..."
"Don't worry, you'll get where you need to go."
"Please, just listen to me for two seconds..."
"It'll be fine, everything will work out..."
Then suddenly he isn't driving, Olivia is driving from the passenger seat? Olivia accelerates and Peter falls back, clutching the back of his seat and the door, still smugly iterating that everything will be fine and I need to relax. His own seat is laying almost flat against the back seats. I'm crouching on the ridiculously spacious floorboard in the back, arguing with him.
On a whim I walk to Peter and lean down over him.
I tell him to shut up and bravely bridge the gap that neither of us could before, I kiss him firmly on the mouth to ensure his shutting up.
He sits there blankly, not moving. I worry I have made a mistake and embarrassed, I retreat to the other side of the stupidly spacious car.
"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I give him an excuse and space enough to ignore my rude action. Should he wish to. Of course he'll wish to.

Then he is there, standing over me. Damn dashing in his dark red button-up and black vest. He smiles a little and tells me I've misunderstood his shock. He tilts my chin upward so I must meet his eyes, and in sync he drops to his knees as I rise smoothly to mine and we smile a little as he presses his mouth to mine. It's an odd, distant sort of lucidity. I can feel his mouth. His shoulder under my hand as I draw him closer. It feels familiar somehow.
My body molds to his, straddling his thigh. Half lucidity does me a disservice, making his mouth too wet, drawing every second of the kiss out, the scrape of teeth on tongue. I ignore it.

Then I am suddenly aware of Olivia looking at us from the passenger seat. I break the kiss, it is incredibly rude to make out with someone while his once-time girl sits watching.
She smiles and bitingly says, "Don't stop on my account. I know how...charming he can be."
I flush, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, you know I didn't intend..." I begin, turning toward her.
"Didn't intend what?" Olivia asks.
"I know that you two were supposed to..." I can't finish. I feel like I've stolen something from her and don't even have the decency to acknowledge the theft. "This wouldn't have happened if you didn't send me back sooner."
She smiles a little, she's beautiful even in her bitterness, with her dangerously red lips.
I look to Peter who has retreated to the other side of the car.
Olivia leans forward to kiss my neck and I am so overwrought already that I...react. She pulls away and I fluidly turn to give her a slow kiss. There's so much in this small, stupid scene. She feels brittle and sad and distant, mindlessly pursuing oblivion. I think about offering to share him with her. You know, together, but I think she would be insulted so I keep it to myself.

At length we come to a city square that reminds me of Italy. Except it is distant and empty like a ruin. It's full of stupid restaurants? We observe them with equal amounts of puzzlement and amusement, because they revolve around Suddenly Salad. *snorts, then cackles a little*
"That's an unprecedented number of restaurants." Peter says, frowning down at a patio table, like all the ones around it it has a plate of the stupid Suddenly Salad mix.
"Yeah, it's a little excessive, isn't it?" I say with a laugh.