non-lucid

I was waiting in line or something trying to register myself as a character for the LD Video Game.

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I was back at school in a class with my head on the desk. I was asleep. I knew I had to wake up to get to my own class. I was already late, so I made myself wake up. I was scared about getting into my class late.

I got up and as I walked out, I looked at the teacher. She didn't look at me. As I looked for my class, I said hi to an old acquaintance by his last name "Zski" (though I used his complete last name). I said hello to an old teacher "Mrs. Jpe" (used real last name), and I gave her a hug. I saw an old friend "Swn Tnnt." I was nervous that I couldn't find my class room. What was I, stupid?

The End
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I was walking along outside when I saw a large trash can--the type supplied by trash companies.

The lid was open and there was a girl about 5 yrs old, and two babies in the trash. They were sleeping--kind of. I was terrified for them. Someone with me stood up inside the trash can.

I told the DC to be careful a few times, but he/she kept almost stepping on the head of one of the babies. Finally they weren't standing in the trash can anymore.

I asked the girl who was the care taker of the babies if they wouldn't rather just sleep outside in nature, but I realized that that could be dangerous

I was thinking about helping them somehow. Then there were only two girls and they were older now. One took off her pants the way entertainers do with special pants designed to come completely away by ripping them off. Both were cute.

Then I was with my brother I think. He climbed into the back of a pup-truck and I followed. I told him he shouldn't sit on the tail gate, but he wouldn't listen. I don't really know where we were going.

The End

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was then out in the streets downtown somewhere. I saw my old friend Lauren, dancing on top of a limo in a black dress. Getting out of the limo was a younger version of her. She was wearing a white, sparkley dress. Then a group of girls standing close to me started to dance, and so did I. Another girl told them that they didn't know how to do the dance right. They were apparently trying to do a dance from some music video.

Then, I was seeing something very disturbing. I saw someone's head being operated on in a hospital. I kept seeing people's heads being operated on, and I figured out that they were Katrina victims. I saw what looked like someone's head detached from the body, but I figured his body must be under a sheet or something, because that was impossible.

I then saw a man's head being operated on, and though he was under anesthesia, it looked like he was having a nightmare. He had his eyes shut, but was moaning and had a pained look on his face, as he thrashed his head left and right. Then, I saw the same man with half his head gone, and his brain exposed. Then, I saw that his head was completely gone from his neck, but moans kept coming from his exposed vocal cords.

~

I was in my family's driveway by our basketball hoop. I was at a computer, doing a project for school. The computer looked like it was at a kiosk-type thing. The neighbor was having guys over to shoot some hoops. A couple of other guys came over, a black guy that actually lives in our neighborhood in waking life, and a white guy, and started to play basketball where I was doing my project, and I told them they needed to leave because I was busy. They went back over to the neighbor's.

Then, I was at the kiosk on top of a water slide. I was at some sort of water park. My brother was there, along with a young female teacher who had an even younger teaching assistant. The teacher was trying to get something from underneath her podium. I was at the kiosk, typing away. My brother then went down the water slide, and I went down after him. We were swimming around in the water below. The water felt perfect, even a little warm.

Then, I remember getting on a small yellow airplane, but it was completely open; there was no roof. It had an old-timey feel to it, like it was the 1920's or so. The seats looked like something you'd see at an amusement park. The seats were also covered in dirt and water. I sat in the front seat, and the pilots, who were directly in front of me, took off. We didn't fly very high, but I felt scared and pushed on a brake in front of me in between the pilots. One of the pilots said to me
"Sorry, Miss."
They then flew for a little longer, then landed.

I then remember getting back in the airplane, sitting more towards the back this time. The seat I sat in was covered in water, dirt, and what looked like blood. It was really gross, but I sat in it anyway. My butt was wet from the water. The plane tilted forward, and the water all spilled to the front of the plane.

Then, I was in a huge, roomy shower. The walls were beige, and the lighting was perfect. I was washing off, when I realized I was dreaming. I flew through the shower ceiling, and ended up in an airport. I decided I wanted to see Ryan. I ran through the airport, yelling for Ryan.
"Ryan! Ryan! Where are you?", I screamed.
I then saw my old friend Rob walking beside me. He had a suitcase in his hand. I said
"Hey Rob! Where are you going?"
"Indiana.", he replied.
Hey! Ryan is originally from Indiana in waking life! As Rob started going through the ticket taker and security, he ripped off half his ticket and gave it to me. I was going to go to Indiana! That must be where Ryan is!

But then, I woke up.

Wow, that was an extremely epic night of dreams...they were all very vivid too. I think it has something to do with my stress level going way down from last week and the first half of this week (had a ton to do for school -_-). And I even had 2 lucid dreams, and got my setting to change in the first one. I'm so excited to be learning how to do all of these new things in LDs!

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was at the mall with Kacey. We entered a store, and Kacey saw a shirt she liked. It was a pastel yellow with spaghetti strap sleeves. She didn't want to pay for it, so she told me she was going to steal it. She walked into the fitting room, then walked out a few minutes later with the shirt stuffed into her huge purse.

Then, I asked her whether or not she was going to wear a dress to prom. She said
"No, no one wears dresses to prom."
I told her some people did, and that I was going to. I imagined myself in my actual prom dress from high school. This was apparently my 2nd prom and 2nd senior year, but it was apparently normal. I wasn't held back a grade. Prom was that night. We started to leave the store, and I was afraid the alarms would go off, but they didn't.

I then started to talk to Kacey about work, and about my schedule as we were driving (I was driving). We were on our way to work, though I wasn't scheduled, it was just Kacey who needed to be there, but I had to drive her for some reason. She started telling me my schedule, and that I worked the next day. Also, something about me working Thursday, which wasn't good, because I have classes all day on Thursdays and can't work.

We got to work, and I saw a guy I went to middle and high school with, LJ. He was working, and Kacey was now working as well. I looked at my schedule, which was illustrated with moving pictures. I wasn't scheduled till the next week. They did have me for a day that I couldn't work. I told Kacey that. I watched LJ and Kacey work and talk, and thought to myself that they must have worked together so long, they learned to like one another.

Dream shift: Then, I was in the woods with my family and another family. I heard a St. Bernard howl and bark as he bounded up from being in the woods. He was holding a section of a huge chain in his mouth. He was searching for a little dog, a Beagle, one of the other family's dogs that had been lost. They sent the St. Bernard off again, and he came back with more chain. He was sent off again. When he came back again, he was pushing the little dog along with his nose. The little dog was dead, and was beat up and had a gunshot wound in his head. Everyone, including me, started to cry. I went up to my mom and dad and said
"I know he wasn't my dog, but I'm still so sad!"
My mom smiled a little through her tears and said
"I know, it's ok."
We all continued to cry.

Then, I saw a special on TV about what happened to the dog. He ran off, and a crazy, sadistic man caught him. This man got his jollies from killing small animals. He looked like he was 40 or so, had greasy, dirty shoulder length brown hair, and some facial hair. The dog came up to him and peed on his shoe. Then, they were in an apartment or hotel. The man had set up a video camera. He had an evil smile on his face and a dark red pistol in his hand. The dog was out on the balcony. It was nighttime. The man slammed the door on the dog's tail twice. He kept muttering and talking about the dog to himself, all the while with the evil smile on his face. It was sick. He then shut the wooden, red door to the balcony, and fired a shot through it. He opened the door, and he had missed the dog. He did it again, but this time, he hit the dog in the head.

~

Then, I started to hear vivid, loud, epic music, and I saw crazy, colorful geometric hypnogogia, mostly I tunneled through red cubes. I knew what has happening...I was in between dreams! I didn't move, and waited for the dream to start forming. I felt sleep paralysis hit me, and then the dream started to form.

I was in a strange room, it looked like it was made out of cereal boxes. It was mostly reds, blues, yellows, and whites. I moved, but it was delayed. I looked at my hand as it moved, and it had a drag behind it. I started to feel one of the cardboard structures. It felt so real, but the feeling was delayed. I decided I needed to increase stability and vividness, so I commanded "Increase vividness!" and "Stabalize!". The dream seemed more stable then.

I then saw a bottle of Dasani water sitting on one of the cardboard structures at the edge of the room. It was about a quarter or so full. I took it, and dumped some of it on myself. It felt cold. I walked into another part of this strange place, and there were a few people in there, doing some kind of work. I vividly remember a man in his late 20s-early 30s who looked very nerdy. He had blonde hair and glasses. I got his attention, and of course, had to try to show off to him.
"Hey! I can fly!", I told him.
He just stared at me with a confused look on his face. Typical. I got up on this plushy couch, and tried to take off. It was proving to be difficult for some reason. I finally hovered for a little bit, then decided I needed to do something other than fly. I decided I wanted to change my setting, which I've never done before. I called out to my dream guide, whoever that may be, and said
"Dream guide, I need your help. I want to change scenes, but I can't do it alone. I need your help, please help me."
My guide never appeared, but a door in front of me started to open into a new scene. I was amazed. I think I said "Thank you", but I'm not totally sure. I walked through the door to the new scene, and I was in a bar. The characters from my dog dream were there. I saw a man from the other family behind a counter. To my right was a woman playing pool. I walked in further, and there was the crazy dog-killing man.

Then, I lost the dream and had an FA. I was writing down key words on a note pad from the LD such as "bottled water", etc.

Very Vivid (No control): Dream starts out with my best friend Austin. The building we're in looks very similar to a Pizza Factory my fiance works at. We seem to work or own this restaurant. At first we're talking in the back on the establishment. Not many customers. Just 3 children all by themselves. They didn't seem to pay, but I wasn't there for when they ordered. Austin said they did pay. There was a girl with Austin...possibly a girlfriend I don't know of. I remember we went to vote for something together and had to fill out a two page survey. It was pretty random seeming.

Suddenly, I was with a friend Emma. There were several of us lounging on a mattress on the floor while watching a movie. At first, I couldn't see the movie. Evidently I dozed off. I seemed to be the only one awake at first. Then I see Emma is awake. Out of nowhere, the other two with us are gone, and we're watching a John Wayne movie that I've never seen IRL, but I recognized in the dream. I don't remember leaving, but suddenly I was "home".

My "home" was drastically different. It seemed smaller, more compact. Me and my family are packing for a trip to Ukraine. I remember small details like asking who's looking after our dogs for a month. As I say it, my mom's friend Amanda seems to walk in out of nowhere. I ask for an itinerary, and we leave.

No drive, just suddenly at an airport. Oddly enough, the airport is all in South Korean. I don't even know why I know that it was South Korean, but I do. They had an Italian ice cream stand mixed in with all the South Korean food being served at buffet like stalls. As we're heading towards the plane, we realize we're a little late. We start heading for the gate. Suddenly, I get distracted, and my family gets onboard without me, and I miss the plane. Somehow, I understand the Korean instructions over the PA saying "If you miss your flight, please become noticed by our staff." I run wildly around, and even manage to pry open a door with my bare hands trying to find my family. I finally make it back through an open doorway. As I go through, I see my first person since the terminal. It's a girl Erin that I have Programming Logic and Design with. I have never even talked to her. She was wearing green scrubs for some reason. I run past though some kind of resturant/bar and into the main terminal. I run past the Italian Ice cream to stand in line. As I'm there, I see an old friend Roger who I've been to Ukraine with. He seems calm, and he calms me down and offers to help. I sit down next to someone I seem to know while waiting in line. She's holding a baby, but I don't recognize (or maybe just don't remember) who she was.

On hindsight, and after adding more remembered details in, I think the girl with the baby was Emma. She talked about someone's baby on Facebook last night before I went to bed. I'm pretty sure that's who it was now.

For now, that's all I can remember. Sadly, I have to get to class now. But hopefully this detailed account will help me start getting used to this. :]

DJ Log: March 24, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

...and out of the midst of a dry spell, this strange one comes along...

I am watching a show on TV about people racing parts of cars down a track. Some of them are rolling tires down the track and some are attaching bottle rockets to various car parts to propel them down the track. One guy is sitting on the rear axle of a truck and is pushing himself down the track with a pair of ski poles.

22.3.2011

Moonlit Mafia (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Tall grass blows gently outside the locomotive, as the passengers spill onto the tracks. The train has stopped, some sort of malfunction the conductor says.

We have no choice.

By the end of the night, this dark, gravely track must be drenched in blood, deep and red.

“But who?” we wonder amongst ourselves, three groups, one innocent, the others not. In time the answer becomes clear: we'll vote, and the one we vote for will die by all our hands.

My group, my family of mafioso, begins planning, talking in hushed whispers within compartments, between train-cars. Our plan is a complex one, and it'll be hard to pull off, but the potential benefits outweigh the risks.

Step one, talk with the leader of the other mafia group, our enemies, convince him to join us and vote for the charismatic innocent riling up what would otherwise be sheep to our slaughter. He agrees, and the plan goes forward.

Step two, put forward our votes, and make contact with the leader of the innocents. Let him know we're on his side, as long as he votes for the leader of our enemy. He does, and before it's too late, we all switch our votes.

It's done. I think, grinning, as our victim is forcefully dragged away, into the swaying grass, where soon he'd struggle no more.

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I'm shot.

Dragging myself across the city street, I feel the hole in my chest, my lung. I sense the wet blood on my back, seeping through my blue dress shirt, mixing with the dirt and dust, still falling to the ground.

“Boss. . .” I spatter, reaching my hand up to the man in the purple suit and fedora walking away from me, revolver in hand. He turns, as I violently hack up blood onto the cold rocky ground. A raise of the arm, a pull of his finger, and another piece of molten lead fires into my back.

Everything fades to black.

I had a dream last night but forgot most of the details. It's 10 pm. I should have written it down when I woke up.

My law teacher was a movie critic, and we watched a movie starring Natalie Portman, but I thought it was Kristen Stewart. That's all I remember.

I'm with a couple of friends; we're making our way through a protracted commute via public transit to a train station/airport. As we get closer to our destination our surroundings gradually get flashier, with neon lights that give the area something of a futuristic look. We climb up the stairs to the boarding platform. I'm dimly aware that my friends are both carrying bags--and at that moment it hits me; I have nothing with me except my coat (which I'm wearing). Oh, damn, I forgot my bag. Again. (I have a sense that this is not unusual for me.)

I turn to my friends and realize one of them is Brian from high school; I recognize the other person but can't put a name to the face. "Guys, I just realized I forgot my bag," I say with an apologetic grimace. They sigh. We're going to have to go back to get it... well, no, why should they have to go back? "Go ahead without me," I say. "I'll meet you at J___ ______." (quick image of a map with place name overlaid and a blue "person" icon where our destination is) Brian starts to protest, but it's clearly just a courtesy, because when I repeat myself he immediately switches to a nod of assent. They leave. I don't know how I'll meet up with them since I won't be able to take the same means of transportation, but I guess I'll figure something out.

I slowly retrace my route. I dislike the fact that I'm going backward, out of the clean neon surroundings and gradually getting cheaper, more rural. It feels wrong, like I wasn't meant to travel in this direction. The details are fuzzy, but I end up at a mostly deserted train station which runs in both inbound and outbound directions. I start to think of how I can take the train and make a loop back to where I just was, nearly forgetting that I still have to go home and get my stuff first.

+fragments:
- possibly related to above dream, I am again at a train station but am a different person: a late-teens/early-20s African American girl. My dad is with me, except he's in some kind of small protective bubble and is dying. His last gift to me is a train ticket to my destination, meaning I don't have to pay for my fare. This is extremely touching (not because of what the gift is, but because I can feel his love for me so strongly) and I start to cry.
- something about a fight with Justin Bieber? (damn, I wish I remembered this one :p)
- other stuff I would have remembered had I not waited 12 hours to write this entry

1. I'm a wolf, and my friends are a hawk, a snake, a mouse, and a bulldog. My friends get captured, stuffed, and put in display cases, and I somehow manage to rescue and revive them. There are further adventures, but I don't remember them.

2. I'm at a toy store that only opens when a certain road is clear. There are all sorts of realistic stuffed animals, massive amounts of My Little Pony figures, and wind-up Tachikoma. I take too long deciding what I want to buy and get kicked out right when I was about to pay.

3. I have a non-speaking role in a really weird play where the other actors are the Marx Brothers and the Martian Manhunter. I somehow end up winning a second-place medal for my acting.

4. Some girl gives me a big tin of Valentine's Day candy - caramel-filled chocolate hearts wrapped in red foil. But whenever I talk to her, thinking we're friends, she doesn't want anything to do with me.

5. Various last-day-of-school goings-on.

This occurred when I was napping. I was reading a book (Homo Faber) and decided to take a nap as I was absolutely knackered, having read the book mere minutes before falling asleep might have aided in creating my dream scenario.

23rd of March 2011: non-lucid, lucid, extra comment

I was reading a book (see above) when it suddenly occurred to me that I had no recollection of how I got to this point in the story. At this point I remembered that I had fallen asleep. However, rather than utilizing the knowledge of me being in a dream, I woke up and checked my iPod clock, as I feared I had been sleeping way longer than I had intended.

On the one hand, I'm psyched that I got this close. On the other hand, I'm extremely bummed. This was stupid of me...

The Cube

There was earlier stuff to my dream but the first thing I'm able to explain is that I was in a weird dungeon /industrial room. I was sitting in on a bench holding some sort of cube. There where DCs that where authorities were walking towards me (police officers I think). I knew that the cube I was holding contained incriminating evidence (I don't remember if it was of me or not). I tried to hide the cube in the space where the back of the bench meets the seat. I was removed from my seat by the men walking toward me and they searched where I hide the cube and removed it with. They where very pleased with their confiscation of the item. I don't remember what happened next.

Going in Circles

Another dream I remember a little about (I don't remember if it was connected to the dream explained above) involved my friend Ripply (Rip), this is the first occurrence of him in a dream I can remember. He was having me follow him around in this house where we kept going from one room to another but making a big circle. It seemed like we were in a hurry for something but he couldn't decide which part of the house to exit, so when we got to one exit of the house he would decide another exit was better and we would keep going in circles, I think there was another DC following us, as in with us, but not anyone I knew. It was my opinion that we leave the part of the house that was closer to the car, but i either didn't voice my opinion or Rip didn't listen. I don't remember leaving the house or not.


Another dream I had was very intense.
The Massacre in the Barn

I was in my barn and there were people locked inside the heifer pen in my barn, there where Libyans I believe. I was outside of the pen talking to them, I don't remember about what. One of the men inside the pen gave me a card, it was some sort of government issued card. I noticed that there was a mistake on the date. the years where wrong on the month of Dec. it said 2013 instead of 2012 for the next year. The card was some kind of reimbursement or 'get out of jail' card, it was important. But the incorrect date would void the card. I went to talk to someone about this and their was a guard of sorts, with other men now watching the men in the pen. There where a lot more DCs now. I was able to argue that the guard fix the mistake on the mans card. I was able to convince the man to do so. I showed the guard the card, this is when I had an opportunity to go lucid, because when i showed the guard the card I was unable to make out the dates, they where blurry and out of focus. Instead of doing a RC I just ignored it and told myself that I had the dates right After giving the guard the card I went back to the pen, very pleased with myself for what I had done. I had made some exclamation about I should do this for a living. After a short time shit hit the fan. The guards watching the men in the pen had started to open fire. The pens where now open and people where fleeing for there lives. The door that is right next the the heifer pen was semi open. I tried to get out through the barn door and only got my top half through due to the mass of people trying to exit. I could here the gunshots and was terrified that my legs where going to get shot. I could hear the gunshots from the semi-automatic assault rifles and tried and tried to push through. Looking back I think I was stretching my body pushing so hard to get through. I finally got free and ran the other way a lot of the other men were running. I went behind the barn and looped all the way back to my house. I do not recall seeing anyone get shot but i knew it had to happen because it was like shooting fish in a barrel. The last thing I remember is looking at my house.

I was driving a van. There was a prehistoric dog next to me that was excavated and lived. He was more ferocious than any dog on Earth today.

With my right hand, I broke off a piece of wood about 2" x 2" x 1 1/2' that was loosely secured to the side of my seat. I needed to protect myself. I kind of gave the dog a whack, but didn't really want to hurt it, so I ended up just pushing it towards the sliding door. In waking life I was recently working in my attic and had to deal with 3 wasps. I caught and released two. The third I didn't really want to kill, but ended up trying to by pushing it against the rafters, though he got away.

The dog became submissive after I pushed him towards the door of the van. I asked a dream character if it could really be a dinosaur dog. I don't really remember him answering, though I got the feeling he said that it was dug up.

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I saw a driveway, not mine, with flowers that I left. I went to get them. I picked up a 1 gal pot with a rose, and some much smaller pot. I couldn't get the third.

There was a hole at the side of the driveway. I put the plant I couldn't take in the hole to protect it. Then I realized I shouldn't have, so I got in the hole and put it back out. I climbed out of the hole disturbed that I had to get a little dirty, then the owner of the house turned into the driveway.

I was busted! I was thinking about explaining to the lady that came home that they were actually my plants. That dream ended there.

I'm down at the Pacific Ocean. I'm wading into the cold water. Little fish are swimming through my legs and seaweed is wrapping around my ankles. It's beautiful, but then I remember how the ocean has been contaminated. I also remember how after Chernobyl, radiation could be detected in the seaweed here. I think about Japan and how it's just across the ocean from us, and I run out of the water. I can't get the seaweed off of my body. Looking back at the ocean, it looks disgusting. It's full of plastic and oil and nasty gunk.

Awake, Non-lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

It's after closing time at a big, fancy modern office building, but I have to go back inside to retrieve something. On my way in, I see a couple of my friends from a club I'm in, and say hello to them. Someone closes the door that leads deeper into the interior of the building before I can get to it. There is a sign on the wall next to it that reads “Shift Workers.” Since I don't have a key to this door, I decide that whatever I was going to get can wait until the next day, and abandon my errand. I walk back out of the building and through the glass front doors.

Outside the doors is a wide, concrete entry plaza with concrete stairs leading down to the street on the side opposite the doors. The plaza and the stairs are crowded with people. As I cross the plaza, I meet Ellen Page and Joseph Gordon-Levitt. We walk down the stairs together, talking. At the bottom of the stairs, a guy in a movie-quality Darth Maul costume is greeting kids in character.

Ellen, Joe, and I have to get to a meeting or event somewhere else, so we start walking there. Ellen is wearing her teal evening gown [the one she's wearing in the picture I linked to above]. As we walk along a road in a semi-rural area, she carries me by holding her right forearm straight out to the side and parallel to the ground, and letting me sit on it. I can feel my pelvic bones digging into her arm. I wonder if she's doing all right carrying me all this way, since I'm bigger and heavier than she is, but I don't say anything, and she doesn't complain. She starts singing a song in Japanese, one I recognize and know well, so I join in and sing along. I think, I didn't know she was an anime fan. When we get to the end of the song, I identify it: “Digimon, season 1, ending 1.” [That ending song sounds like this in real life, but the song we were singing didn't sound like that at all. It sounded a little more like this one, but not really.] I think, The only other people I've had friendships this close with have been my AmeriCorps friends.

We come upon a park. There are several people there with some dogs that they, and Ellen, identify as Rottweilers, but they have reddish fur and look kind of fox-like. I somehow manage to drop my purse and the series of plastic bags containing the components of our picnic lunch all over the grass, and have to get them back without the dogs attacking me. I start picking them up, saying to Ellen, “I don't give a s*** about the food, I just want my purse back!” I'm scared of the dogs. One of them does end up biting my hand, but more playfully than viciously; I can feel its teeth on my hand. I try to get my hand out of its mouth without tearing the skin on a tooth. [I think] I finally succeed, after I've removed the mask that has slipped down over my eyes so that I can see it again. [I was, as usual, wearing a sleep mask in real life. I also remember having to remove covers from my ears in order to hear people at some point during this dream, but I don't remember when. I didn't have anything in or covering my ears in real life.]

We leave the park, and continue on our way down the road. I am now riding bareback on a big, black cow. Ellen is walking next to it. [Joe had disappeared from the dream entirely by this point.] I can feel the cow's fur, warmth, and movement. We're almost to our destination, which is a boxy, white, one-story set of office buildings on the next block. I think about how many different forms of transportation I've taken on my way to this place: walking, being carried by Ellen, riding in a golf cart, and now riding on a cow. [I don't remember the part of the dream where I rode in a golf cart anymore.] The office building is set back from the road a little bit. Before we get to it, and right up next to the road, there is a stable with a whole herd of black cows in it. The cow I'm riding stops in front of the stable, facing it, and moos. All the other cows moo back. This exchange repeats twice. I dismount from the cow so that she can go into the stable. She gets scared of something and climbs one of the support beams holding the roof of the stable up. She clings to the top of it, now about the size of a human child.

I turn back to face the way we just came. A woman is approaching me on the road. She has a geometric pattern of straight lines with corners all over her tan skin, and is busy putting on a silver loincloth-skirt thing as she walks toward me. I call her “Charissa” as I approach her. That's the last I remember before waking up.

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Side notes:

Two of the last things I did before going to bed last night were watching a Star Wars fan video and working on my current Arthur/Ariadne fanfic. I'm slightly surprised both that those elements showed up in my dreams immediately (unusual for me) and that it wasn't the characters themselves who showed up, but the actors who played them.

This was a really cool, fairly vivid dream with a lot of tactile sensation. I was also amazed to realize upon waking up that I'd slept right through my parents' morning routine, the sounds of which usually prevent me from getting back to sleep for that last cycle. This difference can probably be explained by the fact that I didn't get to sleep until after midnight last night, which is later than I usually do these days.

okay, these are mostly fragments so... lol

dream1: I was outside of my school (hmm I dream alot about school, dream sign perhaps?) and my PE/health teacher was there, along with some other students including my friend Ashley (or Ash. for short). I looked at her and asked what we were doing. She shrugged and I saw a large white bus/space ship like thing. Mr. C. told us to get in it. We did. I sat in the back (the seat was looking out the back window.) along with Ash. She mumbled something I think and I said something. We "took off" and were in the sky. I saw my other friend "Em" in another one. Suddenly I was poilet and everyone else was gone. I had to ram into Emily's "ship". I hit it hard and her's kinda exploded. I fell out but survived. I looked for Emily, but she was gone. Then I woke up.

dream 2: There was a kitten & bunny. (another grey kitten, dream sign?) The kitten talked to the bunny and said something like, "We'll be best friends forever!" then they got swallowed by a whale. (by the way, I don't know where I was in the dream, I think I was invisible or something) They seemed to be in a forest though. They played and stuff, then I woke up. AWWW CUTE BUNNY AND KITTY!!!

Dream3: Hehe, I was with a guy from church who I kinda like. (Not saying names) He talked to me, and I talked to him. Then I woke up.

Dream4: uhm...I think I was on Noah's Ark or something... and I read a book.


notes:
I think my dream signs might be:
*Seeing a little grey kitten
**sometimes she has wings
*Seeing anyone from Skillet
**with Ben sometimes singing
*Being at school
**Seeing my gym/health teacher
** *Seeing my science teacher/ him killing/liking me