Sea of the Unconscious

I went out with my sister and father, and argued with them. My privileges were removed, so I turned my car key over to my father. I was furious. My father drove us home. I withdrew to my room to find that it had been ransacked, for my parents had suspected that I was hoarding pigs in the house. My sister was the one keeping the pigs though. These pigs were quite rare, and she informed us that we'd be heartless people if we did not care for them. I became angry and jealous that it was acceptable for Dana to keep pigs in the house. I imagined that I would have been punished if I had brought them home. I then contemplated asking to take one from my sister.
Then the scene changed. My fiancé was coming to visit, and I was angry because I still did not have car privileges and I could not easily leave the house. We decided to push my car into a neighbor's yard to make it seem like we had left in my car, despite me not having the key. We planned to stay at a bed and breakfast for a night or two.
Then the scene changed again. My fiancé didn't exist, and I was ten years old. I was still angry with the world and grounded. We shared the house with a lady, so I went to her room to cool off. The neighbor got some water for me. When I drank out of the cup, I realized I had bit into my dream pet fish. It was dead. My mother appeared and claimed it was an ill omen, while my father claimed it was a good meal.
We weren't allowed to travel outside because it was flooding, and the pouring rain was very harmful. My father pulled us out onto the porch to show us that the rain was taking the water out of the houses, grass, and people. I was afraid to be hit by the rain on our porch. Since the rain was removing color from people and objects, I imagined the raindrops would cause me pain.

Fragment 1: My high school friends came to the house, which actually looked more like my uncle's house than my own. I suggested that they all go into the basement while I put on clean clothes. I offered pizza to my friends and family before I went upstairs to change. I hugged one of my friends, and I might have gone to a grocery store.

Fragment 2: I was helping to roll up feathers, debris and grass clippings on a field with my friends. The field vaguely reminded me of Green Hill Zone from Sonic. After cleaning, I was holding a tub of fried chicken strips, and I let a buddy of mine take a piece. He chose a piece that was just a couple of coarse hairs attached to a skin flake. The hair and skin reminded me of my pig's, except pink and fried. My friend ate the fried skin and hair, unperturbed.

Fragment 3: I was driving around in my car. I was out on the road at 6:47AM, and the two closest gas stations were closed. I figured that one would open at about 7, so instead of just parking and waiting, I drove back and forth between the two, hoping that one of the gas stations would open before I ran out of gas. I paid for the gas with a credit card.

I began my dream as a transgendered African-American lady. I believe I had been biologically male at birth, but had gotten surgery in order to make me female. I had a child, and initially I thought it was biologically mine. Then I realized that even with a surgery to give me lady parts, that didn't mean I'd be able to give birth. I became confused and wondered if maybe the child was birthed by my sister, who was also African-American in this dream. I asked my sister to watch my/her(?) child while I traveled. All I remember from traveling is seeing traffic lights.

Then I remember being at my family's house, but they didn't feel very familiar to me initially--none of them were my waking life family. I spent some time with my mother and sister, and then became drawn to a closet. Without asking, I determined that my brother had gotten trapped in there recently. My brother had dressed up as a girl, stepped into the closet and closed the door. Once the door was closed and he was inside, the closet refused to let him out. The closet had detained him because he was crossdressing. Someone else had to open the closet door from the outside to let him out.

While my father (he looked like my real dad) was watching TV, I went into the closet and shut the door. I felt that the transgender closet was a trial I had to overcome, and that it would lead to an epiphany. As expected, the closet door would not open once I was inside. I pried my fingers beneath the door and pulled. I quickly panicked, and for an hour I yelled, screamed and cried until my father heard me and opened the door. The transgender closed helped me realize and accept my gender, not sure how. Once I was freed from the closet, my brother entered the house. He has just finished mowing the lawn. I was very happy to see him, but he didn't want to talk to me out of nervousness and shyness. He was probably uncomfortable because I knew about his crossdressing and his experience with the closet.

Then I somehow obtained the ability to travel back in time, I believe my brother taught me. I drew two squares in the air with my hand, and that was the key to time travel. I traveled back in time to a couple of places that my dream claimed that I had visited. I time traveled back to the time I was in the closet. Now, when a person time travels, he/she left a sort of square water mark at the places and times that they departed from. Upon time traveling into the closet again, I saw a square water mark not left by me. My brother had arrived and left the closet via time travel. He had traveled to every single place I had visited myself. He appeared to have followed me via time travel, and had showed me the way.

Then I had a computer screen in front of me. It inquired whether I wanted to borrow books about time travel, and if I had already had experience with it. I declined the screen's offer to borrow books due to my new knowledge and experience with it.

I was in my kitchen with many other people. My aunt was handing out crackers to the strangers in my house. People were becoming ill, and if they ate more than one pack of crackers and peanut butter, their condition would become much worse. I had two packs of the crackers. I didn't appear to be dying or zombifying.

I don't remember anything else, my dream recall this morning was pretty bad.

First I was at some sort of school. I went to a science class, and I think I wanted the teacher’s phone number. It was on a paper (maybe the syllabus?) but I did not take it. I liked either the teacher or one of the women in the class. I think that I had hoped that the teacher’s number would help me contact the student.

Was in a cafeteria/food court and was approached by a young man. He told me that I had good earning potential, and so he tried to convince me to marry him. I was engaged, so I refused. I was also turned off by the fact that I did not know this man. He explained that his ailing grandfather would leave lots of money to him if he was engaged. I asked him what the rush was, and he stated something like he didn’t know when his grandfather would die. So he had to work fast. Once he realized that I wasn’t going to change my mind, he moved to the table next to mine and found a girl to ask. She was happy to find she and the guy had common interests, and accepted the proposal. I was angry with the man for not explaining the circumstances to the girl. Then the girl’s friend started talking about how the drunk dwarf men had all been hitting on her because she was short. I chuckled.

Then at some later point, I was in charge of a portion of an army. We had three eggs, presumably duck or goose eggs. They were in a caravan that was carrying our supplies, but then I was told that the caravan was going to explode! I was told that I only had time to grab one egg. I looked at where the eggs were kept—in a fridge, like what you would see at grocery stores that are completely open in the front. The eggs were in containers filled with salad. I hesitated and wondered why I only had the time to save one egg. I also might have wondered why the eggs were being kept in a cold place rather than an incubator. But I grabbed two eggs and scampered off to safety. I attended a meeting for the army leaders, and everyone brought their own eggs to the meeting. To the right were huge blue eggs, larger than a person’s head, and to the left the eggs were normal sized. I placed my two eggs on the table to the left and sat down in front of them. The army leader went to the front of the room and explained to us how being noble was considered a weakness. That was why we were ordered to grab only one egg. I asked a question about the eggs, and the answer I received infuriated me. I became dizzy with rage. I stated, “So it’s okay to kill the eggs because it’s just like an abortion!” Everyone in the room stared at me angrily. I was handed a black card, a sort of warning, so I put it in my mouth. I was reprimanded by a peer, so I bit down on the card and started drooling on it. I suddenly realized that the black card might have signified that my egg was to be destroyed. I was not bothered by this punishment, for I had a spare egg anyway.

I started recording my dreams about a month ago, but did take a two week break as I went on vacation. On the 5th, I thought "I will realize I'm dreaming" ad nauseum while I was trying to fall asleep.

I remember nothing for a brief time, as I presumably fell asleep, then was suddenly standing by the side of a pool. Normally I never remember starting a dream, nor do I ever realize I just appeared at one spot. I gasped and thought to myself "I'm DREAMING." As soon as I realized this, my body tingled with energy and excitement. I felt as though I was the dream world. I was the world, and so I felt the energy of the world in my body, it felt so exhilarating. It only lasted a moment, then I woke up. I think everything became blurry or white.

I'm not surprised by such a short first LD, but I do hope I have more soon so I can adjust to the excitement more easily. I will be sad if it takes another month to have a second LD.