non-lucid

Well it starts of with just my first girlfriend and I. She was a cute blond and on the short side. We were at her place watching movies on the couch. We were mainly just snuggling together for awhile. She got tired though and fell to sleep next to me to my left. She had her feet on my left leg, and I really wasn't paying attention to the TV anymore. Her apartment had a half-wall that separated the living room from the kitchen, you could go around either side. As I walked around through there, another girl comes in the front door. She is a pretty blond as well, although a bit taller and thinner than my girlfriend sleeping on the couch. She starts coming on to me and we make our way back to the couch. I feel like I am cheating on my first girlfriend with this new girl, especially since she is still sleeping on the couch next to us. We are touching each other and it feels so wonderfull. It doesn't bother me too much, because I'm aware that this is just a dream, and I just let the dream play out by itself since I'd probably would have gone here anyway if I went lucid.

After a little while, my first girlfriend wakes up. She really isn't upset about me and this new girl, but she does get off the couch. She heads to her kitchen and gets a drink, when she comes back she starts telling me that this new girl is not right for me. As she goes on I start to realize it too, there is something wrong about this new girl. The new girl I'm with, although she is having fun, really has no emotional connection with me. She reveals herself and we actually see that she has evil intentions. She wants to do something bad to me as she is on top of me holding me down. I didn't have to throw her off of me though, because she started dissolving and became invisible. But I could tell she was still there somehow. When she was going invisible though, a guy appeared by the entrance. He was evil as well and was somehow connected to the evil girl I was making out with. He took on an appearance of a co-worker in real life. He had an indignant look to him, and once the girl dissolved completely he scowled and left out the door. Good riddance! I was back alone with my first girlfriend and everything was ok now. She was saying something like: that is like scattering grass seed and the birds come and eat it unless you cover it up. I could tell she was refering to a parable of Jesus here when she said that.

Both of the girls in my dream are familiar looking to me, and closely resemble real college girls I used to know. Oh I think the evil one kinda looked like a Heather I knew in college.

My dream transitions to an outdoor setting where some guy is mowing the lawn, he is obviously a gardener/groundskeeper. It is a big yard, with a house, a barn, a couple sheds, and even a crock well covered with boards. The grass he is mowing is really lush, nice and green. The whole scenery in general is just really vivid. The barn and sheds, although they are old, are nicely painted and stand out well. I'm talking to this guy a bit, just small talk I think, nothing memorable. Anyway I walk around the yard a bit, then come over to the side where my car is at the end of the driveway. Its a long driveway, but I see I won't be able to get out because hay bales are on the driveway blocking the exit. There are tools scattered about as well, the whole area is a mess. I start cleaning up a bit, and move a hay bale, but then I think why am I bothering with this? There is a neat power tool there so I pick it up and start cutting through some wood, part of an unfinished fence I see. After I had my fun with it, I see this tool is actually a multi-tool that can transform into almost any tool you need, neat. The saw part pops off and becomes a drill instead I see as I take it back to the tool box.

04.16.2012

Kaomea as a Child???? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I put this dream first so Kaomea can hopefully see it, and the similarities between the child and her is waaaay too accurate, at least for my limited knowledge on how she looked like before.

Before I go on to remembering the dream, the reason why I'm assuming a girl that looks like Kaomea as a child, even though I don't know how she really looked as a child in waking life, is because of the red tank top she was wearing along with blue shorts.

I know Kaomea has worn a red shirt and some blue jeans, along with some red sneakers in her dreams, and probably does the same in waking life.

I'm probably in spectator mode, just seeing how things play out at an area with a lot of greenery to it. If you looked beyond the area they're at, you could see there's a large and open field, and the clouds are light gray or light blue, couldn't tell exactly.

The atmosphere seemed like this was in the late 1980s to the early 1990s (well obviously, since this could've been Kaomea as a child). It was a vivid dream, and it had that "old-school" film feeling to it. (Don't worry, Kaomea, I'm not saying you're old or anything, it's just the type of ATMOSPHERE that felt kind of weird.)


There's an adult or two supervising a group of children. The two children that popped up to me the most were a girl and a boy.

The boy was Caucasian most likely, and by the way he's smiling, I'm assuming everybody is taking some kind of group photo together.

He's really ready to get his picture taken, and I think they had to move around a bit, so I guess they were testing to find out the ideal order of who goes behind who and such for the photo.

Now for the girl. She had fairly long hair, and the children here are probably around the age of 4-7? She looked like she was from Hawaii like Kaomea is in right now.

Her skin tone was a little bit darker than the skin tone I normally see Kaomea in, but only slightly. She's wearing a red tank top with some fluffy extensions near her shoulder, well, it's not that fluffy, but it was fancy looking enough for me to pay attention to her.

I think she was wearing blue shorts, and probably red sneakers as well, presuming whoever dressed her would want her shoes to match with her tank top.

After one of the adults and the children move around for a little while to find the ideal positions to stand, sit, or crouch on, I get a zoomed perspective on the child that looks like Kaomea.

She has this sort of mad pout to her face, as if she doesn't want to be part of the photo....LOL, it was so hilarious! xD

Anyway, it was kind of cute seeing her like that. (in fact, I was just putting my hands over my face and shaking my head and going "awwwwww" )

Then I hear a random voice that said how she would like a certain someone someday? I didn't know what that meant, but I'm assuming who she likes now....but it could be someone else entirely different.

I can't remember much after that, I was just focusing on the girl who could've been Kaomea as a child.

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04.16.2012

Moving Away (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a random house, and I have my laptop with me inside of a dark room. I didn't know that me and my father were going to move as yet.

There's a T.V. flashing, but I didn't pay attention to what was showing most of the time. I get out of the room, and I go to the garage of this random house, and I see my father with a vehicle that has this large attachment to it.

It's like a mini red truck attached to a Jeep or something, and it had a brown color to it. The driveway itself was kind of weird, a small tree was in the middle of it, and there's a really small dirt slit going parallel to the driveway's path.

I thought it would prevent my father from moving this weird mini red truck attachment he had for another vehicle, but after looking on how it's structured, it wasn't going to hit the tree at all. Oh, and the truck itself was probably a normal red Ford truck.

There were also random people coming on the driveway, some were merely passing through, and then there's some that stop in the middle of the driveway and just look at me or at the garage.

I remember there being a lady with copper red or burnt orange hair. Her visage wasn't appealing at first, and the fact that she looked depressed kind of bothered me, seeing as she's one of the people just standing in the middle of the driveway.

She's wearing a black dress, and it stops near the top region of her thighs as well.

I can't remember anything else from that dream.

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04.16.2012

Pharynx/Larynx (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a lecture apparently, but the room itself is way too short for it to be a decent science lecture. In fact, it seemed that either I'm the only student here, or there were a few people behind me that I didn't pay attention to.

I was listening to a lecturer declare something about how it's important to remember some figure he has on the projection screen. The room is dark, so the only think shining is the screen, so I paid attention and got something out to write on to copy what's on the screen.

I believe he was talking about something about knowing which part represents the Pharynx and which part represented the Larynx. I think he wanted us to even draw the structure of it (I didn't even remember what a Pharynx and a Larynx were in waking life until I checked that it's related to the throat).

I'm drawing what he's pointing us to draw, but it doesn't look anything like what I saw what those parts were in waking life, but I blindly draw and label them down.

It seemed like there were extensions that looked like veins on these parts, and for some reason, I decided to look a little bit more on how they looked like so that I could draw out more of the vein-like structures.

I think the dream shifts, but I'm in the same room, and someone is talking to me one-on-one. I can't remember how they looked like at all, seeing as the room is still dark. They were giving me some transparent object.

It looked like it was some dried up gel to preserve something that was inside it. A message inside of it said (and damn it, this is getting ANNOYING now...)

"You can still pass! But you need to go to the SI Sessions!"

(SI Sessions are short for "Supplemental Instruction".....and that's basically free tutoring that the University gives here. It's pretty helpful, but like the meaning says, it's "Supplemental"....meaning it's not wise to actually rely only on it).

After reading it, I wasn't really surprised about what it was trying to tell me. I think I had thoughts of it either being Biology, seeing as it's only of the only SI sessions I go to other than the Chemistry one.

(I don't know why it would suggest I do that since I go to both when it's appropriate....like I wouldn't go to one after we took a test, since those sessions would be cancelled because they wouldn't know what's going to be covered if we just took an exam....

I thought it could've been for my Political Science class, but again, I didn't see how that could be it seeing as the material I was looking at on the screen was related to Biology in general).

The dream shifts to where I'm outside now, and this area feels like an abstract of where I live because there's a black road in the middle, and it seems I'm sitting down on a brown bench with someone.

The person is on the other side, not next to me. I didn't really pay attention to them that well, and can't remember how they looked like since I had my face down somewhere else.

They were talking to me about some kind of offer, but I can't remember what. They obviously wanted me to stay a bit longer and think about it, but I'm still a bit on shifting towards rejecting it, even though I'm having feelings that I should accept it.

I'm assuming it's something that's a big deal, especially if I'm still there worrying about accepting or denying, but I just don't know what the hell they're offering me!

Then I decide to get up, and I cross the black road, and to my right, there's a light brown dumpster that's about 3-4 feet away from me. Behind it was a bicycle that looks like my own in waking life, and I think there's a black motorcycle next to it as well.

Obviously, I go with the black motorcycle, and it looks pretty nice too. (I wonder if that could've been the motorcycle that Kaomea rides in her dream? Or maybe it was the same motorcycle I rode a while back in another dream where I was riding on a snake-y sidewalk that seemed to direct me in possibly finding Alyzarin? Then again, those dreams happened probably a month or two before this one...)

As soon as I get on the vehicle, the Cowboy Bebop Ending music plays, and I'm surprised that I was passively listening to the music, even though there wasn't anything external in waking life that could've transcended to this dream.

(I like the song, but how it played as soon as I got on the motorcycle kind of bothered me when I typed this dream out)....Obviously a song like that means something depressing was going on.

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04.16.2012

Obama and Homeless Tents? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I believe I see President Obama walking in snow, and it was snowing very hard. I don't think he's even wearing a jacket, just a white dress shirt, blue tie, and black pants most likely.

He heads towards a green tent, and it seems there's some activity inside of it. He crouches down and goes in, and I believe for a half a second, I was Obama in first person view?

Someone inside of the tent crawls out and shows Obama what's inside the tent.

That's all I remember.

16-04-12
Around 6:30am

Sadness
Genre: Tragedy
Non-Lucid

I was in my old High School. I was back with a few others from the school, we were brought back to talk to the biology students. We were apparently experts in the subject. There was five of us, we each took turns talking to the class. Next thing I know, I am in the corridor with a girl who I was friends with at school. We are walking down when I notice a bank machine, I go up to it and insert my card. However, for some reason my pin doesn't work, then I realize I'm putting it in wrong. I finally get in. My memory goes fuzzy at this point and the next thing I remember is sitting on a cliff, looking out over the ocean, even though there is no ocean where I live for miles, nor any cliffs. I remember I am sad about something. I remember one of my best friends had passed away. She had died in a car crash. Another of my friends came up to me, and walked with me down a street. I don't remember what she was saying though. I then woke up.

I can only remember two non-lucids:

I was in the supermarket buying beans, because I really wanted beans on toast. The display was a huge pyramid of tins and I couldn't work out which tins to take without toppling all of them.

I'd just come back to my house from a party with a few friends. RR who I haven't seen in a long time ended up getting into bed with me and we were chatting for ages but I can't remember the topics. At one point we very nearly kissed but I stopped because of my girlfriend. At that point another friend came into the room and fell asleep by the door.

So... my dreams of the titanic returned,again not surprising!
However the only parts that I remember are the deck,railings and being stood next to a lifeboat. The only other aspect of interest was that looking at the moon, it suddenly split in two,gained a face and began to sing,not unlike the moon in the film Moulin Rouge. I woke around 6 this morning remembering everything but not wanting to get up and write things down soo..i resolve to keep a journal next to my bed from now on!I know my dream was semi-lucid,although the memory of it has now been wiped!

It's been a long time since I tried to intentionally recall my dreams; even longer since I grabbed a pen as soon as my eyes opened. Took going to the bathroom to bring this one back.

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It was post-apocalyptic, and I was working in some kind of building. The building had something growing in it--mold, maybe? Or something similar. There were four walls covered in something black and toxic.

I was working with 4 guys and 1 girl, though I don't remember much about them. One of them looked like a co-worker of my husband's, and I feel like I recognized the girl, though I can't recall her face now. My dad was there in a different room doing some kind of military thing with the co-worker guy, but I didn't know what it was. There was a radar set up in there for something, though.

I was working on some kind of big neon orange rectangle, like almost twin mattress-sized, and very light. Reminded me of the kind of material they make flotation devices out of, only thicker. There were velcro flaps on it, and I was attaching them.

As I was doing this, I was discussing things with the other people I was working with. Either myself or the older black guy I was working with said, "There are already two of us dead. One of us is going to die from this," talking about the exposure to the toxin.

I remember being on the floor velcroing after that, and I said, "Yeah, my mom didn't want me to come, but I told her, 'any job I take now is going to be just as dangerous. At least this way I'm closer to home.'"

I was with J and E, also Sam. We were at J’s birthday party I had to guess, but we were at my mom’s house. It was weird. The only thing we did at the part was walk around in circles on our driveway.
It wasn’t just us at the party; there were also some girls that J didn’t even know.

In the midst of the party, my pastor was in charge of hanging up these gigantic balloons on top of his roof. In the dream, he lived across from us. The balloons were very hard to put up, as he told us later, and they kept falling down.

The balloons looked like giant bugs for some reason. One was a spider, I think another was a bee, and the other I can’t remember.

At the end of the dream, we all crowded around a small table inside a tent outside. On the table was J’s birthday cake. Our pastor was standing there.

As we were all talking and about to eat the cake, the pastor randomly just starts putting salt on the cake. We stop chatting and look at him. He stops. Then he started again, and then it started to get all over it. “Stop.” I said, laughing.
He chuckled, and grabbed the lighter.

Ah! Finally some time to catalog the last few nights dreams. I stayed up working and fell asleep in my street clothes I was in and out of consciousness for the earlier dreams, trying to gather the resolve to get up and actually get ready for bed. However it never came, :3_ so some parts are difficult to order correctly and there was a persisting sense of disorientation throughout. It's long but if you read nothing else of this, please read dreams 5 and 6 and comment on what you think.

April 13th, 2012

Dream 1:

I'm outside in this open park-like area [on the outskirts of a forest]. My dad and [apparently] one of my friend's dad {idr who} is there. It's day time [maybe sunny(?)] and the flat ground of the clearing is covered in short, light-green grass. Fully leaved trees are scattered about the area, their shade forming pools around their trunks {so I guess it was around noon}. I look around on the ground and see these navy-blue berries (slightly smaller and rounder than actual blue berries) pepper the the grass a few feet away from me. I'm bare foot and for some reason in a bit of discomfort from what I feel below my feet. It's feels like a multitude of small pointed things, similar to walking on a pile of twigs. I survey the earth more immediately around me. There are a few small twigs here and there but none directly underneath me. I then wonder if fire ants are the cause and again check the ground, this time with more care and alarm. A few black ants, a shade close to the navy-blue of the berries, march unorganized a few feet away. Now I'm really confused..



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Dream 2:

I'm in a car with my brother and a younger light-brown haired girl {I might know her in real life, but again I'm uncertain}. I'm on the passenger side. We pull over to the right side curb and stop at the girl's mail box. I reach my right hand out through the window and open the box for her. The head of the mailbox is the traditional half cylinder shape but its inside is anything but one would call traditional. It's a full panel of numbered buttons. She recites a long string of numbers for me to enter, "[628...--]", but I tell her to wait and that it's probably best if I weren't the one doing this because I don't want to set of her house's security alarm. She agrees. [We pull into drive way (?)}..

Day [3]:

{This dream's the fuzziest} This woman suggests to her boyfriend/husband that they should go "to their cabin in the woods". This Immediately triggers a connection to the recent, and very much unoriginal, movie title "The Cabin in the Woods" {I saw a brief glimpse of the trailer on youtube I believe}. It's vague but I know afterward the couple, and whatever company they bring, inevitably are chased down by psychos who torture/kill them etc. {essentially was just like "The Strangers", creepy masks, fall setting and everything}...





Dream [4]:

{This is another hazy part. I'm not quite sure, but I was an observer most of this} There are these people probably between 19 and their early 20s.They're looking to make a Paranormal Activity 4. Apparently, in all the movies prior in this series, the cast actually died as a result of the paranormal activity they tried to record on film. Of course at this point I'm thinking: "Okay now folks,..people DIED doing this and despite knowing this information..you do it anyway???" {I feel like if that really happened in RL, people would do what these guys were trying to anyway. Oh, humanity, common sense is no longer common } A young woman in the group tells one of the guys "that graveyard actually is haunted", as if it were local, and then continues to tell enthusiastically some experience she had there. This comment then makes me think back to a show I recently watched on psychics. A teenage boy said that he always sees this shadow man whenever he walks by a certain local graveyard and it makes his stomach hurt immensely..

Dream 5:

{Pretty sure this was a direct result of the last dream..} I'm in a living room similar to that of my old house. I'm sitting on the off-white carpet [with my legs folded under me]. My brother and our close friend, M, [and maybe another one of my best mates] are there sitting on either one of the couches or on the floor as well. My family's old, short wooden coffee table is to my left. It's half boxed in by our old love seat, long couch and single-seater couch just as they were in my prior home except the table is pushed out further away from the couches and closer to the TV. A fluffy husky-looking puppy is in the room with us. His fur is black and white. [I was just petting/playing with him] before all of a sudden the puppy starts acting strange, as if terrified, ducking under the table onto its bottom panel. He turns over on his back and starts seizing and whimpering, showing his white chest and curled white paws. I know something we can't see has a hold of him. Something dark and paranormal. I'm unsure of what to do, it's just so awful. I reach out for him saying, "It's alright, buddy..", but he jerks away, off the corner of the under panel and onto the carpet. He continues to squirm side to side crying. M and my brother are talking in urgent words, their voices overlapping in the chaos. I look behind me to see a large flat screen TV. It's displaying an all white back ground with some text in the middle of it, like a TV show title. I pay no attention to this because I'm focusing on what looks like blacker-than-night smoke, drifting out of screen view at the top right corner. I turn back to my companions and say "[I think] it's leaving". It seems whatever was attacking the dog released its grip. The small creature remains on his back but appears to be recovering. I, however, feel this overwhelmingly powerful and dark presence (very difficult to describe). I feel something start in my chest that forces its way upwards until it reaches my mouth in less than a second. I rock forward emitting resonating and blood scream. {It felt like what I can only describe as insanity..}



Dream 6:

[I wake, walk out of my room] and then slowly make my way down the hallway, dazed and still a bit disturbed. I then hear something from my right. It's a scream. It's human but unearthly. It sounds like several screams in one echoing cry. It startles me. I then hear a second scream, putting me in a state of sheer terror. I think "Oh no!! I must have fully awakened my psychic abilities and now I'm going to see dead people and life is gonna suck and--
but wait, what if I didn't wake up? What it I'm dreaming? I'm totally dreaming!". As I grab the stair case banister post and sling shot myself around to the top of the steps, I look up at the mirror directly across from me in the hall way. I think I see myself in it, but in the confused panic I can't make much sense of the blurry, dark grey figure in it. Everything's a shade of grey, not black and white, but as if it's daytime and what little light shining in from outside comes through insidiously dark storm clouds. All I can think now is "Get outside. Just get outside. Get to the front door!". I rush down the flight of stairs and fling the front door open. [Quickly closing the door behind me], I'm looking down when I take my first step onto the porch and ,at which point, I promptly close my eyes and think "Make it Fall. Wait, no! Summer!". I accidentally open my eyes as I'm rushing down the porch steps. I see grey skies and grass melancholy with patches of dead earth. I quickly close my eyes again and in a last ditch effort think "Blue skies! Happy!" but nothing changes.
I then see a mini-van in the driveway. My brother's in the driver seat. I see one of my best childhood friends, Marry, {whom I haven't talked to in years unfortunately} sitting in the back on the passenger side. My new train of logic at this point: "if my brother can't see me, then I'm dreaming. If he can, I'm awake and I'm suddenly hearing dead people". I go up to the drive side window. I wave my arms and scream his name several times, but he seems to be looking through me. He then, however, greets me as if he'd been spacing out momentarily and I let out a dramatic, "NOOOOooOOoOo!!", almost dropping to my knees {this makes me doubt my lucidity}. I then see Mary get out of the sliding door of the van and when she walks its front to the side I'm on, she's suddenly my friend M from Dream 4. I'm beyond confused and disorientated...

I had 2 Torpedo ales, a bottle of merlot, and 2 benadryl pills last night so I would be guaranteed some sleep.

It worked. Alas, no recall. There was a dream fragment that was from the last few days where I couldn't find a chef coat in the right size.

Work boss throughs pay checks on our work-cafeterior tables. Mine was $15 with carbon paper and tax stamps included, (stapled together).

Earlier I was studying the catolog of what the company sold and looking at the flash cards with several different, (short) spiels.

An office woman was on the phone and the caller was asking about the products. I passed her the flash cards but she said that she prefers to talk with out memorising a spiel.

As I looked at my first commission check of $15 I was suprised and happy. I couldn't quite remember what products I sold. I only remember reading about the products and how to sell them, and talking to a middle aged man.

The middle age working-class man was saying how he was going to catch a bus to the series of "Man" Streets. The consecutive, parrellel, residential streets (full of working families) that all started, (or finished) with the prefix, (or sufix) word "man". I thought I would find a similar easy layout of residential streets and go door-to-door as well. Next our boss was tossing our first pay checks on our tables.

This was a hobby-job for me because I already had 2 or three other comfortabe scources of income.

I fell asleep saying:

Dear Future-Me

Give me a dream, make it happy, uplifting and wow! Make it about something wonderful happening three-sixty-five days from now.

Sleep 2:45 AM. Wake 10 AM. (Monday 16-April-12)

I think I had a layer zero lucid, very dark mood, very fragmented, I think I remember putting my hand through my palm, but I never really realized I was dreaming. So I was just walking around with this black haired girl and skateboarding, and there was a design inside the wheel that I've seen before. Then I saw a picture of Bart Simpson painted on a garagedoor?? DAFUQ?

I was in an event with a bunch of people from The Biggest Loser. One of them was Jeremy from this season, and as he and I were walking up this hill, we were talking, and I was thinking he was kind of nice.

We stopped halfway up the hill because there was a bathroom. Yes, a full bathroom, stalls and everything, right in the middle of this hill. Near the bathroom was a room with a table. When I came out of the bathroom and walked toward the room, I heard Jeremy say something about me. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was something that had to do with having a crush on me.

I thought it was cute, so I didn't give him any grief. And he has cute dimples, so it was okay by me.

I've been dreaming a lot lately, which may be why I stumbled back to DV. Here are a few of the ones I've recorded from the past month:

4/1/12

Dream 1
I was in a store and realized the shorts I thought I had on were actually men’s briefs. I walked through the whole store before I realized my gaffe, and made my husband go get me a pair of shorts while I hid between racks of clothes. Interestingly, no one seemed to care that I was pantless but me.

Dream 2
I had a flashback experience where I saw the place Hagrid was born. It was beautiful—high up in the mountains, impossibly pale blue sky. Hobbit-like village, if hobbits were 12 feet tall and lived on mountains. Young Tom Riddle traveled back in time to kill a pre-Hogwarts Hagrid. His best buddy Gharj (second boss in Eternity Vault in SWTOR) came to his defense and rescued him. They were best friends forever from that point on. It was actually pretty touching.

Dream 3
I was playing some kind of real-life game where you shoot guns at other people. They don’t die, of course, but somehow they are real guns. I’m not sure how that works, but it made sense to me then.

I came into a match halfway through, and it was clear that the players here had been snipers. The room was all white, everyone was wearing white clothes and facepaint, and there were little sniper perches set up from these white pentagon-shaped boards that could be snapped together.

One of my friends was in the match, and he was concentrating intensely on someone he was trying to snipe in the corner, so I snuck into the abandoned perch next to him. He didn’t see me, and he was covered in white paint, so all I could see was the outline of his eye protection. I was lining up my shot with my sniper rifle, which somehow had a heart-shaped barrel, when I woke up.

4/13/12

There was some kind of race. I'm not sure if it was post-apocalyptic, but it had a Hunger Games feel to it--we were being forced to participate and the whole event was completely unreasonable.

We were paired up. I was paired with a male friend of mine, and my husband was paired with a blonde woman that looked strikingly similar to an ex-girlfriend, although I didn't recognize the woman as the ex-girlfriend in the dream.

We had to travel down this long, dusty road that seemed endless. We were in a place that was completely flat and dry. There was grass, but it was all brown, and there were no trees. We weren't given any provisions except what we brought ourselves and could carry, so my friend and I were carrying a few bottles of water each, and that was all. I remember being very thirsty.

People were dragging themselves along, trying as hard as they could to make it. There were officials at the edges in suits, I think some even had guns, to make sure we stuck to the course. After a few days of traveling like this, we reached the end of the road. There, at the end, was a deep trench of water, 50-100 feet deep straight down. We had to jump in, swim to the bottom, and then swim back to the top.

Somehow, this wasn't too big of a deal. By the time I got back to the top, my lungs were burning, but it didn't feel life threatening. I made sure my partner made it out, and then we traveled back down the road. When we finished, everybody hugged and cried and laughed.

The woman my husband was partnered with said something about him being a married man, and I yelled out, "and don't you forget it!" to him, laughing.

Then, me and my partner were at a table somewhere, but somehow it was like we were suddenly teenagers, and he was wearing a gray hoodie and had his hand in the back pocket of my jeans.

I ended up writing a poem about this one:

Dusty feet running, walking,
dragging down a dirt road
with no end. It makes me
think maybe the world
is flat and drops off
in a hole filled with water
a hundred feet deep, but
we are not surprised
to find it. We push
down to the bottom
with lungs that shouldn't
breathe but do and we
claw upward through
pounds of impossible
pressure. We break the
ceiling and grin and gasp
and redefine life
for the ones who
have merely lived it.

Decided to try to do it during an afternoon nap. Got really relaxed, body started to sink, even got some color flashing on my eyelids. Then my asshole neighbor cranked the base in his BMW and woke me up. Opened the window, yelled at him, tried again. I became relaxed but couldn't get any further. I just gave up and went to type this. Its good to vent

Due to alcohol, I only gained some fragments, again impressionist in nature...sometimes I feel like Monet is in my head!
Fragment 1
On a coach with a large number of people I know, drinking...surprisingly! The weather was hot,almost like it was a holiday transfer coach!However, far from being at ease. Person 1 proceded to cause me unease through repeated laughing. I couldn't entirely remember why although it probably eminates from a socially awkward situation that had occured the previous day. Again, as a repeated motif for me colours and clothes were particulary visible.
Fragment 2
Being somewhat aware that I was on the Titanic,although not worried.This is perhaps due to the coverage of the diaster in the media at the moment-suddenly however, I had a somewhat false awakening but dreaming that I 'loved' my friend!

That's all I got but looking forward to some more dreaming later!