Brooooook

This dream was actually pretty vivid at some parts. I was standing on the western "coast" of Michigan. There was a fortress, somewhat like an old Greek structure with the white pillars and such. We were standing on the cement, looking out over the churning waves while we waited for someone. After a few moments, a large group of people arrived, and joined myself and the large crowd around me. When I turned around, I saw a person whose features I can't really remember, but I got the vibe from them that they were the pastor of the church in this dream, and everyone around me was from my church and other churches in the area or across the lake.

There were a large group of old Viking-type ships tied to the edge of the platform, in which people had arrived. They were from the people who had crossed the lake to get to the ceremony which we were going to perform. The wind was harsh, and whipped against our faces. It wasn't uncomfortably cold but it wasn't warm either. It was like autumn weather. I can't remember what sort of clothes I was wearing, though. A group of people who I knew showed up. They were the people who I met on a mission trip over the summer, and they're from Minnesota. I was smiling and so glad that they were there.

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This dream was linked to the last dream, but not until the very end. It began that I was running down a street, in a vacant city. There was nobody visible. The street was made of cobblestone. Heaps of snow were lumped on the edges of the road, and I had a frantic feeling, as if I were searching for something, desperately. The edge of competition was sharp in the back of my mind as I raced down the somewhat narrow road. Solid buildings towered on each side of me, like I was in an alley that was significantly wider than usual. I reached the end of the street, and turned onto a much wider road, perpendicular to the street I was on. It opened out to the "ocean," full of dark, crashing waves.

Lying in the snow was a huge diamond - made of ice. It must've been three inches in diameter. I lunged forward, feeling as if I had finally found what I was looking for. It was the answer to the puzzle I was trying to solve. Just then, someone else appeared from what seemed like nowhere - maybe from around the corner, too. She was wearing tennis shoes, but that's all I can remember. The sound of her shoes against the ground was the crunch of ice and snow buckling under her weight. I was about five feet away when she reached the diamond and snatched it up.

I didn't stop; I kept running, trying to catch up with her so I could take it. I reached her, and started to hit her; she hit me back, and, being somewhat bigger than me, I decided it wasn't worth it and backed away. She ran, off to complete the contest. My thoughts were now even more panicked. What would I do? There were two hours left of the contest, and I had to find the biggest diamond, or I would lose. I can't recall what the stakes were, but they seemed huge and important. I turned around, looking for a diamond...

To my left, I saw a huge snowbank, full of crispy pieces of ice as it is in the very earliest stages of Spring when the snow begins to melt and then re-freezes. I bolted toward it and started to root around, shifting the blocks of ice when I suddenly spotted an even larger ice diamond than the other girl had found. It was about five inches in diameter. Instantly, my hands were on it. It was cold, and felt like glass. Its shape was perfect, not a flaw on it. Just moments later, I turned around, and my jaw dropped as I saw, and realized, something. There was a clock on the wall - and the glass over it was definitely made of the substance I was looking for. I realized that this would win the contest for me, hands down.

I picked up a rock, threw it at the clock. The sound of cracking glass splintered through the crisp winter air. I picked up another. Threw it again. The glass fell down to me, and I caught it in my hands unflinchingly. I turned, and I started to run as fast as I could. And the end of the wide road was a boat, like the Viking boats from the last dream. It was big, and someone was waiting for me in it - the man hosting the contest. He was young, in his early twenties, with short blond hair and striking blue eyes. He had a kind face, and was smiling slightly in encouragement as I raced in what seemed like slow motion towards the boat. I could hear the sound of my shoes gripping the pavement underneath me, the sound of small patches of ice crunching occasionally when I crossed them, and I reached the end of the road. I braced myself as I prepared to leap. I gripped the glass from the clock in one hand, and the free hand found the edge of the boat. I vaulted myself up and onto the boat, the waves crashing against its wooden sides, and the dream ended as my feet touched the deck with a hollow thump.

I was in my biology room, listening to a teacher instruct us as to how the tryouts for the school floor hockey team would be arranged. I don't quite remember what he said, but he explained that the changing rooms were on the right (which is where the closet is in the actual room). There was a piece of tape dividing half of the room, and the left half was team red and the right was team blue. We would be scrimmaging to decide who made the real team. To my dismay, I noticed that my ex (S) was there. Recently, he spoke to me and we got in a huge fight, so it's not a real surprise he was there. We were dismissed to the changing rooms, where we put on full-body suits that were red or blue and prepared to start the game. Each team would divide into offense and defense, and we'd have one person trying to score goals. The plan changed so that we would not be scrimmaging against each other per se but rather competing to get the best score without opposition. I did my best to pretend that my ex didn't exist, and started to play the game. We were playing with a small rubber ball, and I used my stick to pass it up to our goal-scorer. This continued for the rest of the game (for the sake of boredom, I won't go into details). My biology teacher called a halt and switched up our teams. I was put on the red team with the rest of the relatively good players, but I didn't notice when he put me on the team. I was wondering which team I was on, and he went into the hallway so I followed him to ask. He told me "I put you on the red team, you must have missed it when I made the hand gesture pointing you that way." So I went to the changing room and struggled to switch into a red suit, only to go out and find my team wearing orange and already playing. I quickly realized that the suit was reversible and it was orange on the other side. Then, that portion ended, and my ex approached me and started to argue with me to tell me we should stay friends and keep talking to each other. I can't remember the exact conversation, but he wasn't acting like himself at all. He was pleading with me. We were dismissed from the tryouts and told to leave, so I did. At the end of the hallway was the staircase and two door-like portals. I went onto the staircase and watched people go into the portals (girls in the left portal boys in the right) riding motorcycles which were small and quite quiet, but sounding like they needed a good tune-up. I followed into one, and found myself on an escalator that went down into a store in a mall. The dream ended.

The dream began in some expensive looking home. The premise was that I was getting married, to an overly large person who in hindsight I can't recall whether they were a girl or a boy. I was marrying them for their money. (Apparently in my dreams, I am a gold digger.) They were extremely obese, and the dream progressed to the point where we were 'married.' The ceremony never actually took place in the dream, but I remember the partner unbuttoning their shirt (looked like the buttons were fit to burst anyway) and revealing their plenty of fat rolls. The dream ended here. Luckily for my innocence.

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I think this dream was linked to the last one somehow. I remember ending up in a bathtub with someone else, who seemed obese enough to be the person in the last dream. They insisted to let them 'take care of' me. I was completely naked. The rest of the dream was extremely creepy. >.<

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I think this dream was linked to the last one somehow. I remember ending up in a bathtub with someone else, who seemed obese enough to be the person in the last dream. They insisted to let them 'take care of' me. I was completely naked. The rest of the dream was extremely creepy. >.<

* This was a night of weird, sexual dreams, and so I just grouped them all together.

I think this dream was actually the first one I had in the night, but the chronological order of my dreams is usually slightly askew so I don't really mind. My brother, my dad and I were looking for new houses. We had found one, and were inside it, looking around. Suddenly, I saw a small kitten, hiding behind a small shelf that seemed to hold a TV. It was black. The kitten was an orange tabby, and looked to be a month or two old. I picked it up and started to stroke it, then carried it out of the room to show my brother and dad. They naturally went "Awww!" when they saw it. (This dream is a little bit foggy...I did sleep for a really long time and considering it was probably the first, that does make sense.) There was something about another house down the hill. Then, I took the kitten outside and found another one, identical to it. Both kittens started to play on the other side of a hedge, and I went back inside. My brother and dad stood there and the next thing I knew, my brother shot one of the kittens with a BB-gun, and it collapsed dead. I was shocked, and stared at him, before he picked up the gun to shoot the second one too. Then the dream ended.

In this dream, there was some sort of fraternity. Someone was narrating, as if it was their story, like people sometimes do in movies where they tell a short portion then let the film tell the rest of the story. Myself and a small group of other girls were crammed naked into a public shower, from an aerial view. Then, it panned out, and then came back to just me standing by myself in the corner trying to get enough warm water. It panned out again, and suddenly there was a huge crowd of people. Everyone was trying to make their way to the double doors (glass) in a large room, waiting for some sort of starting signal. The signal went off, and everyone raced down the hallway. Everyone was looking for something, which would be redeemable for a scholarship. The first person to return with it would get a full ride. I needed it, but they said that if anyone waited for ten extra seconds, we would be able to fly... So I waited. I was watching the clock anxiously, and the second (pun not intended) they rang the second bell I leaped forward. I started to fly; I could feel wings flapping, the feel of wind rushing through my feathers. It was quite vivid as I flew down the hallway, but after I reached the end of it, I glided to the ground and started to sprint, then leaped upward again to fly once more. It seemed like I couldn't stay up for very long, which I now attribute to the size of my rather small wings. The only other person who stayed behind was pulling ahead of me, and suddenly they found the object. They grabbed it, and then the dream skipped and we were back in the crowded room. He was deemed the winner of the challenge and the scholarship. Dream ended.

I was skiing with a group of my friends. We were on two trails, sort of going cross country, but we were supposed to be playing instruments as we did. It was like marching band, except in the winter. However, I have no clue how to play any instrument (maybe a small amount of guitar, piano, drums, or bass, but nothing that's actually considered being able to play it). I was taking a small crash-course thing on how to play the pieces we were supposed to play on trombone, but by the end of the ten minutes we had to practice I didn't know anything. We began our performances, each groups divided. Two of my friends gave me a bit of crap because I didn't know what I was doing and I kept messing up trying to move and play at the same time, but it wasn't too bad. Afterwards, there were many people meandering about. I saw a hot guy, who happened to be on crutches, his leg in a cast. I approached him just as he walked past me, and tapped him on the shoulder. I offered him a friendly smile and asked, "Hey, I couldn't help but notice...what happened to your leg?" He smiled back politely and said, "Ah, I have a rare disease. It's called (some weird name I can't remember)." I frowned a little bit and said, "Oh, it looks painful." He shrugged. "Yeah, it hurts like hell, but it's okay." I smiled a little bit uncertainly then my friends came up and interrupted. The dream ended.

This dream began with the same setting that the first dream ended with (the courtyard). Everyone was with a suitor or a significant other, and I started to have a breakdown, because I appeared to be the only single person within sight. I was running away, like in the last dream, trying to get away. As I was on the brink of escaping the prison-like area, I almost bumped into an old friend of mine (no longer really a friend, but not an enemy, per se) who was looking into the eyes of a tall, sexy blonde. He chuckled softly and leaned his forehead against hers, kissed her briefly, then withdrew. I started to sob, because even she - who is essentially the needy type of girl that no boy wants - could get a great guy, and I couldn't. The dream ended.

My mom and three siblings were with me. It was A, S, and J. Only A is actually my sibling in real life, but S and J were my mom's ex-boyfriend's children. We were standing in a movie theatre/general store type thing. There were up to six aisle's on the right, and the check-out counter looked like the snack counter at a movie theater, with the listing of movies above the counter. Someone came around the counter as I was standing there, to talk to a fellow employee. I overheard them ask, "How much are we getting paid, $2.50?" I turned in shock at the low payment, only to realize that one of the employees was my friend's older sister. I automatically assumed they were tipped heavily. Then, I was distracted by my mom, who emerged from one of the aisles followed by my siblings with a shopping cart filled with what turned out to be Monster energies, which looked nothing like Monster energies. They were like the standard can, but extremely tall - about three times taller than a typical energy drink's can. We all got different flavors, and mine was orange. We checked out, and then went out to the car, where we fought over who sat where. J (the youngest) called shotgun, so S and I got into the back seat and I sat on the left, she sat on the right. It was a bench seat, so there was a seat between us, but neither of us wanted to sit next to A so we told him to get in the far back (where a third row of seating typically was, but the seats were down, so it was serving as a trunk). He decided that instead, he would lay on the floor, so we rolled our eyes and let him do that, even though it would be less comfortable than just agreeing and going into the back. The car suddenly started moving, but not with the sudden jolt that tells you that you began moving suddenly - more like the dream skipped, as in a movie where it skips the boring stuff where everyone's putting on their seat belts and whatnot. We were going up and down the hills on the way to the town where we go to school, and I didn't recognize the roads at first because forests seemed to have filled the areas where there weren't trees beforehand. Also, it was winter, and the land was blanketed in what looked like freshly fallen snow, which I attribute to the coldness that's been around lately with Autumn rolling in. I asked where we were, and S said, "I don't know, where were we?" Then I realized, and said, "Ohhh! We're on our way towards the school. Well I feel dumb, considering we go this way on the bus every day." (I no longer ride the bus.) She agreed, and then abruptly the car went over a hill, did a roll, and everything vanished for a few seconds. It was completely white, and when I 'resurfaced' I had no idea where anyone was. I started looking around, for my siblings or my mom. I wandered aimlessly over the hill, screaming their names and looking for them. After a few minutes of this, I saw S. My brothers A and J were nowhere to be seen, but I had forgotten about them. I started looking for my mom, and we gradually started to meander in the direction of the school, which was just about a mile farther up the road. (I go to school/will soon live in a small town.) We got to the top of a hill and all of a sudden saw a huge pickup truck (looked like a Nissan Titan on steroids) headed straight towards us, with its headlights on for no apparent reason. I assumed it was a pedophile - not sure how I came to that conclusion - and at the time, I was with just S. I told her to turn and run, and we did. We raced down the hill at top-speed, and as we reached the top of the next one, we threw ourselves into the bush. For some reason, there were three, from what I could make out, people, selling grape juice like a lemonade stand. We hid behind their stand and as the so-called "pedophile" passed, they started to shout at us to "get out, get out!" Moments later, we did, and in the field next to us I saw my brothers J and A riding a scooter - electric Razor type thing. I called them to us, and we made our way the rest of the way into town. As we got there, the dreamscape turned into a water-park setting, with a bunch of small lockers you could pay to use on the right and the actual waterpark on the inside. My siblings said that they were going to go inside, and started to get excited, and I said "Well I'm going to look for my mom. Because for all I know, she could be out in the cold dying!" All of a sudden, my mom walked into view from behind the lockers, in a peach bathing suit with a sun hat on. "No I'm not!" she said. I stared at her in disbelief and I got very mad, very fast, just looking at her. I started to yell at her, tears jumping into my eyes. "You didn't think you could tell ME that? You didn't think I would be worried?! Is it so hard to just call me and tell me that oh, I don't know, you're not DEAD?!" I started to cry, and turned around and began to run away. To my surprise, there was a large group of people gathered, sitting on boulders in various places around the courtyard area just behind us. I ran up the hill, looking away from all of them, ashamed that I made such a scene. I kept my eyes on the ground as I ran away, tears streaming down my face. The dream ended.

I was recently talking to my mom about getting my ears re-pierced, and so it didn't really surprise me when I had this dream. I was standing in front of the mirror, "had just woken up" (my mindset in the dream, although I had no actual recollection of waking up and walking to the bathroom...coincidentally, it looked nothing like any of the bathrooms I've ever had in my house at any point in my life). The bathroom was basically just a mirror and a counter; everything 'behind' me in the mirror was pure white. It was just me. I was looking at myself, and I had 12 piercings in my ears. There were three pairs of two on each of my ears. Each pair was close together, the matching earrings on one ear, and no two pairs were the same earrings. There was one set of hoops, and the rest were studs of some sort.

My friend K has been going through some rough times with a guy friend of hers (potential boyfriend, they had a 'thing,' to put it in high school terms). The other night, she was telling me about how she was planning on writing him to tell him she wanted to end it all, because recently he's put her through hell. In this dream, she messaged me on Facebook telling me how she was distraught and had sent him the message, then showed me her letter. It was about a paragraph long, and it essentially described how she couldn't go on talking to him because he had hurt her so much. But she said how sorry she was, and how messed up she was over it. She said she was "crying as she wrote it," which isn't something she would've said in real life.

There was a building that was supposed to be a school. An elderly lady ran it, so I suppose she would be considered our teacher. However, it was a bit more like a day care for teenagers. There was a board that looked like a sound board (for those who have ever seen one) and I was using it to run the controls on it. The building morphed into my middle school, and the bell rang, so I grabbed my stuff and walked out to find that I had missed the bus. This was a previous dream sign. My dad picked us up from school in what looked very much like a Ford police cruiser but yellow. He was in front of two other cars, and E and I got into the car and he drove us home. There was going to be a homecoming dance the next day, and I realized I hadn't gotten anything for it but didn't want to worry about it. When we got home, E and I went down to my bedroom. For some reason, it was unfinished, without carpet or even walls - just concrete and a bed, much like a cot found in a prison cell. She looked at me and asked, "Do you want to have sex?" I nodded and agreed, said yes. She told me she wanted to do it in some strange position, where you stood shoulder to shoulder with the person, and I just wondered how that would be managed. I Google image'd examples, and still had no clue how it would work. Suddenly, the police called, and I picked up the phone. They demanded that we take out the screens in the windows, so we took them out and started to go upstairs. On the way, we noticed X's room. He's a guy I had a thing with a few months ago, and his room was in my house for who knows why. For some reason, we started to take out his walls, and pry them open and off the cement and wood. On the side that had been attached to the foundation, they were covered in spider webs, and it was disgusting. Then, we went back down to my room. E and I were ready to get on with the hot lesbian sex, but she suddenly got up and walked to the bathroom. I followed her because I found that I also had to pee. The bathroom, like the rest of the basement, was unfinished - it was cement, and lacked a door. My cat was there (who is dead) and he meowed very loudly, repeatedly. I reached down to pet him, and he purred faintly then followed E into the bathroom. After she walked out, I walked in, and sat on the toilet. I held a towel out in front of me, despite the fact that I was entirely naked and she would be seeing me like that in a few moments anyways. She was getting irritated with me, and telling me to hurry up or we'd never be able to do it. I told her I was going as fast as I could, then got up and flushed the toilet and walked out. My cat was still meowing loudly, so I told her to follow him. He vanished somewhere along the way, but we ended up back in my room. Then, I woke up.