non-lucid

Plans: My plans for this night involved becoming lucid, as usual, and meeting up with MoSh to continue a much neglected series of Hogwarts dreams that we had been having a while back that involved the two of us in the Tri-School Wizard Tournament. We had completed two of the tasks… one where we had to make our way across an obstacle range, and another where we had to sneak past a dragon to grab a golden egg, much like the first task in the book Goblet of Fire. Other tasks included the other Hogwarts, where I was supposed to be teaching a class… Q says we can use a bit of time travel to pick up where we left off in both of the Hogwarts worlds… and also to complete tasks from the TotY on DV, the tasks for LPTC, tasks of the month on DV and MM… my own list of goals… wow… o.O

Epic Fail
I am at school, sitting at my desk, waiting for class to start. The instructor is Mr. Chappell, also known as Mr. C, and he is actually one of my favorite instructors. He is passing papers back out, announcing everyone's grade, and I am in line to get mine. I peek ahead and see an 84% on my paper. When I get to the front he hands mine back silently, I wonder why he didn't announce my grade. He says he didn't think I would want him to, I look and see the paper has a 54% on it… an 'F' when I had seen a 'B' there earlier! I ask why the low grade, he says I didn't answer the question properly. I take out the assignment sheet and show him that I did, and I answered it following my notes. He says I didn't even take notes, I say I did so. He says to show them to him, so I go back to my seat and get the notes. I say my paper should at least earn a 'C' even if I did misunderstand the assignment. He reluctantly boosts my grade to a 70%, and says everyone who got an 'F' on the assignment will now get a 'C' instead.


My Last Breath
Note: This one fulfills the Mortal Mist Basic Challenge for the month of February, which is to meet dreambot or, alternatively, to complete one of your own goals. Healing the Longbottoms has been a goal of mine that I have attempted in the past, tonight I completed it!

I am at Hogwarts, the one where I am a student, and I am at the breakfast table. I eat waffles… yum… I am lucid, so I eat plenty of them with lots of butter and syrup since I don't have to count points for these. Just as a note, I am on the Weight Watchers program, so I count points for everything I eat. I finish and wander over by the Gryffindor table to see if MoSh is there. Neville is saying he will be out of the school for the day, but since it is Sunday, it isn't important. He is telling Harry and Hermione this. Maybe he's going to St. Mungo's to visit his parents… perfect opportunity. I follow him, and he does go to St. Mungo's. I follow him to his parents' room, but he sees me before he goes in. He seems embarrassed that I found him there, asks me not to tell anyone. I say he shouldn't be embarrassed of the condition in they're in, but proud of the fact they stood their ground in the face of such opposition. And now it is time for them to be healed. He looks questioning, but I say I have been trying to heal them, and I think he is the key to breaking through, will you help me? Of course he will! Though he doesn't seem too hopeful… We go in, the healers are glad to see both of us, I use the song My Last Breath by Evanescence. I encourage Neville to help me with the spell, he joins in, and it seems he is a natural healer, contributing much energy to the spell. We use it on his mother first, she recognizes him, and there is a brief tearful reunion. That can wait, one healing left to do. We use the song on his father with similar results. Now there is a three-way tearful reunion from which I quietly excuse myself. I figure that is a private moment, and I don't really want to be part of it anyway.


The Secret of the Egg
Back at Hogwarts, the one where I am a student, sitting at the dinner table is when Dumbledore brings up the subject of the tournament again. He says he hopes we are all making good progress on decoding the messages our eggs have to give us. Draco is beside me and he mutters that the egg sounds like someone torturing a hippogryph rather than a message any human could understand… I remember that the way to listen to the egg is underwater. I want to see if MoSh is there this time, so I wander over to the Gryffindor table. Neville is excitedly telling anyone who will listen that his parents are better and they will be visiting next weekend, he can't wait for everyone to meet them. MoSh is also there, as is Asuka, they are sitting next to each other getting a bit too touchy-feely for a public school… and if it wasn't for Neville, they would probably be gathering an audience. I say hi to MoSh, and he says hello, I ask if they have listened to their egg yet. He says no, this is the first time he has been back, Harry has been procrastinating, and Hermione has yet to figure it out. She has been spending her time researching all the strangest languages she could possibly think of. Of course that doesn't do it. We decide to listen to the egg in the lake, since there are both men and women in each group. I tell Draco I have an idea for the egg, and we go down to the lake. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and MoSh are there, too. I briefly think Ron is like a lost puppy following the others around even though he is not in the tournament. Draco thinks this is a weird place to take the egg. I tell him to get in the water with me, then duck under. He looks at me like he thinks I am nuts. Harry and Ron also think MoSh is nuts, but a look of realization is dawning on Hermione's face. She says of course, the density of the water will alter the sound the egg makes… maybe it's not a foreign language after all. We get in the water and go under, I open my egg. It is indeed speaking English now, it describes how to get to the bottom of the lake, follow a maze of passages, and get to the goal. Draco has to surface a few times for air, I breathe water without even thinking about it. When I surface, Draco asks if I am part fish… how long can I hold my breath, anyway? Ron, Harry, and Hermione are staring wide-eyed at MoSh, still underwater, and then he surfaces. Ron is stunned, he says, "Blimey! I've never seen anyone but a fish stay underwater that long!" To top it off, neither MoSh nor I are even winded. I can breathe water to get to the goal, I will have to figure out some way for Draco to do it. MoSh will be able to help Harry and Hermione better than any gillyweed!


Until It Sleeps
I am at the Hogwarts where I am supposed to teach a class, but I have absolutely no idea what I am supposed to be doing because I can't remember where in the curriculum the class is right now! I look through a book called Out of the Darkness by Raven Knight as the students are coming into the class, I figure I haven't taught them any healing spells yet, so I will start with that. I open the book to the song Until It Sleeps by Metallica. I explain the use of the song to the class… how it can be used to calm rage and anger from someone's heart, put the rage and anger to sleep. I also explain that if someone is doing horrible things because they are in pain, not physical pain, but internal pain… emotional pain, spiritual pain… this song will take that pain away. After the song, they will go back to acting like their true selves. Of course if their true self happens to be an asshole, they will still be an asshole after the song. It won't change that. It is meant to heal someone, not to transform who they really are, since that is a choice everyone has a right to make for themselves. I show the spell to everyone in the class, and this goes smoothly with no unexpected difficulties.

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Horror of drugs (That aren't marijuana)

I was in a big parking lot on the side of a highway. I was there to make a drug deal with two other people that I didn't know. I kept getting nervous because cars kept driving really fast through the parking lot. I kept thinking that one of them would be a cop. We were about to give up on finding the drugs, when one of the people I was with saw it. He reached his hand down a gutter and pulled out a plastic bag full of adderall pills.

Later, time skipped some and I had taken some adderall at my house. I felt sped up and kind of light headed. My old friend JP had come over, which was strange because our friendship ended on pretty bad terms. I knew that he had come over, but I couldn't find him anywhere in the house. I knew something was wrong, so I went out into the garage and JP was sitting in my car, in the passenger side seat. In the driver seat there was a little girl who JP was helping smoke out of my pipe. She had blond hair and looked as though she was two to three years old. I had never seen her before.

I opened the car door and grabbed the pipe from the girl, putting it in my pocket. I put out my hand towards the plastic bag full of pills that JP was holding, but he held back. I told him that he could keep the pills. I didn't want them because I could get in trouble with them. I then picked up the girl and felt her shaking. She had smoked crushed up adderall pills out of my pipe. I asked JP how much she had smoked. I forgot what he said. I told him how bad it was and that I may have to take her to the hospital. When I said this I looked at the girl to make sure she didn't understand what I was saying. I asked him if he did it just to get back at me or something.

He said "Honestly, yes."

I then told him that I wouldn't be the one paying for it and that it was worse for the little girl than me.

He was now in the back of my car and three girls were in the car with him. At this point the little girl had disappeared from my hands. I asked them why they didn't stop him and they all they said that they didn't know it was harmful. I called them all names over and over. I started to leave to go inside and they followed me to the door. They all started to look pretty nervous as I threatened how much trouble they would be in. I went in and walked past my parents in the living room going straight to my room. I held the pipe in my pocket to make sure it didn't fall out. I would put it away before I told my parents what was going on.

Strange club

I was with this girl who needed to get home to Texas from where we were at. She had blond, shoulder length hair and blue eyes. I think we were in a major city in California. We had maybe come from Yellowstone. We hadn't traveled very far though, so my dream logic must have failed me and thought that California was close to Yellowstone.

I started to drive her out into the city a bit to find a hotel. Later she told me that the next day I would need to drive her to Iowa to catch a plane home. I told her that I couldn't and that she would have to take a bus or something. For some reason I felt scared to not take her. After I told her that I couldn't take her she said that she had no reason to live. She turned into an old woman with messy, gray hair and went out in traffic, getting hit by a vehicle. She splattered into a white liquid material after being hit.

Time skipped and I then ended up in this club in the same city. It was just a huge slab of concrete with people dancing everywhere. I found a section that was for gay people and everybody said that it was where I belonged. There was a train of eight to ten guys rubbing against each other. Most of them were old, black men. I didn't really feel comfortable with this. I tried to leave but was frozen and couldn't move for a second. I finally got away from it.

I sat down next to some other people. Then a person started to speak to us from a stage at the front. He told us that the brown squares on the floor were made of something special. He let us guess for a while what they were made out of and some of the people around us thought it something dangerous. He then said that if there were any thieves that he was afraid they would take what it was. He then revealed to us that the brown squares were marijuana. The people around me tore some of the pieces from the floor and said they were taking some home.

I then grabbed my suitcase and started to leave. It fell open though and I noticed that another suitcase had been inside of it. This suitcase was unzipped and I could see that it was completely empty. I hadn't packed any of my clothes when I left Yellowstone and was scared I would have to go back to where I was to get them. I thought about calling my parents to ask what I should do.

My dreams weren't so blurry because I got less sleep, but still a decent amount. Is 7.5 hours the lucky amount?

Awake Non-lucid

I'm in a large, white room. There are maps on the walls, each country a different colour. I don't glimpse much before my dad walks in. "I'm starting a project." He says, his voice booming, the acoustics of the room amplifiying it. "I'm learning the languages of Denmark, France, and Korea."

I frown. My dad is not the language type. Neither am I, in fact. "Why?" I ask slowly, studying a map, one which my dad has unpinned from a wall and spread onto a table.

After marking Denmark, France and Korea with a pen, he turns to me. "Because they are all similar." He turns back to the map. I smuggle a laugh, I don't know much about each country, but I don't think they're similar... Still, I quite like the sound of the project to be honest, and think I'll join him with it.

[Dreamskip] I'm outside, it's very sunny and I'm looking at a green lawn. There's a blonde man there. Coming from the middle of his back is a large blue braid of hair, like a tail. It's tied around a post, keeping him still.

[Dreamskip] I'm in what seems to be a hall made of dirt. The blonde man is there, and so are other people. He says that this is our home now. I get an odd feeling about him, but I decide to trust him anyway. I think he's helping my dad with his project or something.

I look around. The mud is a brownish red. The red is strangely bright in one particulaur area. I kneel down on my heels, and draw my fingers through.

I'm horrified to find a pale, bare foot. I search more and find other bodyparts. I turn to the blonde man, who is watching me with dark eyes. "What the hell is going on?" I shout at him.

"The man we killed, there is no way of disposing a body without the police finding it. So I cut him up and brought him with us."

Man we killed? I don't remember, but I think he's telling the truth. He fiddles with his tail. "When we have to move again, what then?" I hiss.


He shrugs, glanceing away and then looking back. "We'll take the body with us. We cannot be found by the police..."

I snort. This is such a depressing situation. He totally fucked it up. If it were me I would have burned the body and gotten as far away as possible. After a bit more thinking, I start to have doubts. I don't know what they could use to trace a burned body, but they probably could.

I hear banging from somewhere outside the hall. I only need to watch the terror on the blonde man's face to know they've found us.

Lucid-Non Lucid-Comments-Dialogue

Prologue:

This is probably one of the best dreams I've had in ages, in that it lasted what I perceived to be a day ,the downside is that length messes with my recall, I think if I interpreted it correctly its highly significant. There is this girl IRL who has been messing with me and I couldn't stop thinking about her to the point where I think I was obsessed. So during the day I decided to let go because of the way I was reacting, it wasn't healthy.


Going Away:

This same night I had a dream that we hooked up and had the best time ever.
We did so much shit that I cant even recall most of it,
but it included museums,rollercoasters, movies, parks and fountains which took almost the whole day. Then during the evening we were walking hand-in-hand down a city street, when she suggested that-

"we should go away for a bit".
"you mean on on Holiday?.
".....yeah".
"ok".

So we walked into some shopping centre to buy our tickets.

"their on aisle 5".

So I looked up, and the signs said that aisle 5 was down the corridor,
but as I started to walk she tapped me on the shoulder and said-

"Its right here".

Pointing to my right, where sure enough I saw rows of office spaces and one of them had 5 on it ( What I was thinking at this point was- how come she knows where we are going?, coz I sure don't!, and I have never been to this shopping centre!)

The scene changes to after we had bought the tickets and had booked a room in the hotel/shopping centre.
I didn't even care that we had separate beds I was too happy. Then she says-

"I'm leaving...for a bit".

"ok"

I thought she needed something from the shops.
So I'm sitting on one of the beds and start reflecting on what just happened as I think out loud-

" Its funny that after I let her go and abandoned all hope, that's when we finally get together"-

Hold on!, so I looked around the room and became lucid but it was too late. I woke up sad that I had spent a whole day in a dream that I thought was real this was too cruel.

Summary:

This dream was on my mind the whole day so I had time to break it down. What I came up with is this- As soon as I made the mental decision to stop with my mini obsession, my subconscious took it upon itself to give me one last moment with my perception of her which was basically perfection. But even this moment was laced with clues.

Firstly, she suggested that "we should go away" Not "I" but "we" meaning that she was taking me with her, but of-course this cant be,so we go deeper meaning a part of me was going with her "away" which in this case means the part that held all these hopes, fears and obsessions about her would be gone.

Secondly, I don't know why there was a time skip between buying the tickets and booking the room but my theory is that there were two-me's and I was given the opportunity to view what was happening through both perspectives, one part going away and one part left behind hence the feelings of being led and not knowing what's going on. Maybe I had become comfortable with that part of me so he was reluctant to leave.

Thirdly, in the room scene the beds symbolised the separation either it was just about to be done or it had already been done and I was viewing things from the "me" that was going to be left behind.

And lastly, she didn't come back!. I will have to wait and see if she makes any appearances in my future dreams and how my subconscious reacts.

After breaking it down I honestly felt like this is what happened because a wave of happiness descended upon me because It was like my subconscious did it in such an enjoyable way allowing me to spend time with my perception of her in such vividness that I truly believed I was awake.

Goals:
1- Thank subconscious.

I was going to the shops to buy tomatoes. But the line stretched out the door and in a circle around the parking lot. I figured fuck it, I could buy tomatoes tomorrow.

Then I was in somebody's house where a radio was playing. I was fiddling with those old Crush Gear toys, sending them around an arena; and a man was talking about a mysterious feature on a Futurama DVD where you could select one of Fry's posters. It made a strange noise and none of the DVD staff knew about it. As he talked about the strange noise the radio emitted a horrible screech (and it was horrible. It didn't belong in the dream. Thinking about it now I'd almost relate it to Castaneda's accounts of inorganic beings, for that's what it felt like. An inorganic alien, poking into my dream.) which hurt my ears. Then it changed to play Dave Holland. Soon after I woke up.

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I'm in a car with a DC that seems to be my friend. We just got out of school (I think). We're going to a record store to apply for a job. He drops me off and I walk in. It doesn't really look like a record store, there are shelves of other things, like socks. The owner of the store greets me like we've meet before.

He shows me a vinyl of Pullhair Rubeye by Avey Tare and Kria Brekkan. (in real life this album is backwards, so the normal record the songs are reversed and if you want to actually listen to the song forwards, you have to reverse it on an audio program or something).
I say "I'd buy it if I had a way to reverse it, do you know how?" (in real life, someone that had the vinyl version of this asked this question in a forum I was reading last night and someone linked to a youtube video of how to make a record play backwards)
He shows me a reverse switch on the record player, so he flicks it and plays the record. It doesn't sound like it does in real life, it's just basically white noise that sounds kind of like music. He explains why it doesn't sound like I thought it would, something about how the speed of the record reaches your ears. I accept this explanation.

My friend comes in and he wants to by some socks for his little brother. The man shows him some socks and he decides to buy them.

I didn't apply for the job, but I got it anyway. It doesn't turn out to really be much of a job, just hanging out and talking about music. The record store gets bigger and turns into something like a warehouse along the way. There's a group of people that work here with me, one a friend from real life that I haven't seen in a while, Zoe. We watch some rap video on a big screen. I don't remember the song, but the video consists of a guy in really big clown shoes stomping his feet. A member of the group says its a nice remix.
We read some music newspapers that are up on the wall, there's an article about Ke$ha. The headline reads "Do you think Ke$ha will cause the third world war?". It's a serious article. I make a joke about how horrible autotune is and that it's going to be the cause of the war. We sit at a table and discuss Ke$ha, her music and if she's a bad influence on kids. There's a whole survey about her and we start to discuss the questions.
"Maybe if her parents loved her more she would make better music." I say (I don't think this in real life, lol although I don't like her music)
this causes an argument about parenting.
We talk about Kesha some more.

After this, we have circle time and talk about ourselves. I can't remember exactly what was said here.

I see a sign at the front of the warehouse/music store by the door that says something like "RIP David Bowie". Looking back on this, I should have realized that it was a dream because I couldn't actually read the words, I just knew what it meant.
"He died?" I say
"Yeah. It's pretty sad news." says the record store owner
"I totally called this! I knew he would be the next to die, after Michael Jackson and whats-his-name. You know, that old black guy singer, he judged on America's Got Talent."
"George Shopez?" says the record owner (my subconcious' version of George Lopez I guess lol)
"Yeah, him! I knew Bowie was gonna be the next to die. "

After this, I go out into the driveway and push a cart into the warehouse. I stop randomly to do a reality check. I count all my fingers on one hand, because my other hand is on the cart. all 5 are there and look normal. "Yep, it's real life." I think to myself. Looking back, I should have stopped and thought about my surroundings but everything seemed so natural at the time.

I continue with what I'm doing and leave the warehouse. I go to the dream car, but now my old best friend from real life who had a similar car to the one we were driving before is waiting for me. "I gotta get my backpack!" I say and go back to the warehouse. The dream ends.




After waking up I felt kind of stupid for failing the reality check. I'm going to try to be more careful next time and think about what I'm doing.

Things start off with my parents and I hiking a mountain. We just seem to be hiking and I don't know why. Eventually we get to a house and apparently we "are there" like we had a destination in mind. I don't want to go into the house so I keep hiking. I am reaching the top and start to get some weird vibes, but I continue on. When I reach the top some strange dog-like creatures appear and start to chase me. There are some ordinary dogs, but there are also these muscular, stripped dogs that are much scarier. I run back to the house and make it just in time and slam the door as a dog is jumping at me. I yell at my step dad and he gets an assault rifle to kill them. He goes outside and starts shooting at them. For some reason he shoots at their feet. Eventually they go away and I want to go hiking again. I start out and things change and I am in a jungle setting. Up ahead I see a group of elephants walking upright and talking. I over hear that they are seeking some treasure so I follow them without them knowing. Eventually, I end up in some cave. I think the elephants are with me but it was quite vague at this point. The cave is like a puzzle and you have to walk around on these steps that go in order. It is difficult and I have to be very acrobatic. It reminds me of a jump map (kz) from counter-strike. Eventually I get to a portion of the course that has an electrified handle that I must grasp in order to continue. I focus on this for a bit, but the dream fades quickly.

I was in the living room with my Sister and her friends. It was early evening, and it was dark outside. There was a mixture of boys and girls in the room, however most of them were leaving, with my sister, to go shopping. However, Sam. D and Stephen. C were staying here, which I found odd. I got really happy, as those two boys are good friends of mine, and both play video games. I was looking forward to the others leaving, as we'd most likely occupy ourselves with the Nintendo Wii. However, my sister forced Sam. D to come with her as he is her boyfriend, and Stephen followed. I was sad

I was in some boat and was smuggling some stuff. It was night outside and I could see the moon. The place where I was sailing a boat was somewhere near a Miami. I could see a palms on the sides as I sailed the boat. I started thinking about robbing some supermarket but I didn't have rockets to do it. I am now in my cousins house. I was sitting on floor and talking to someone and then I saw someone through the window and said that thieves are coming. The person that I was talking to gave strange response to what I've said and suddenly I find myself riding on a tomahawk rocket that is going for some huge supermarket. I look around and notice more rockets flying. As I looked back I saw a many palm trees and my boat behind them. After that the dream scene changes again, and that time I was walking out of a supermarket with an intention to find a job. I entered some weird building and someone asked me If I would like to become a butcher. I refused. I entered in another building but supposedly it was the same place and I noticed someone entering into the fridge room. I could see a cold steam flowing out of it.

I was in my town and there were 2 armies marching up the town. My whole dream was black and white. I suddenly found myself marching among those soldiers. Everything looked like it was from old times. The soldiers were holding a rifles with bayonets and they were wearing those weird hats. I was talking to someone who was supposedly my brother and I was telling him something about joining other army and stuff like that. Suddenly I find myself walking with some woman and I was holding an umbrella. The woman had a white hair and she was dressed like a princess. While walking with her I met my brother and he said something to me.

I was in a car with my friend. We were driving around the town and then we went towards the school. It was sunny outside. I noticed that I am wearing a t-shirt. I started to feel cold. My friend accelerated towards the walls of school and then stepped on brake. There were lot of people I know around that school. We turned around and suddenly I noticed my other friend in a car. We started talking where should we go next...

Dream - Lucid

I was at work, but I don't think I was on the clock. I saw Chris come in, and was trying to avoid him seeing me. I only saw his back, though. Never saw his face. He was standing in line wearing a black polo. I ran to the back, and there were dishes soaking in pink sanitizer in the first of the 3 big dish sinks. Usually they soak in the 3rd sink, though there were dishes also soaking in pink sanitizer in the 3rd sink as well. There was a guy working back there, setting many dishes in the 1st sink. I looked in the sink, and every dish that was in there was cracked and breaking. The guy didn't seem to notice. I started to freak out. Every time he'd pull one out, it would crumble and break. I went and got my boss. I told her she wasn't going to like what I was going to tell her. I showed her, and she said they had been having that problem all day. Apparently, the excess sanitizer was causing the dishes to break. I took some of the dishes out, or rather, pieces of dishes.

Then, Caitlin called me up and told me she wanted me to be maid of honor at her wedding. She was supposed to marry a guy we knew awhile back named Jarred. I was confused, because I thought Courtney was supposed to marry him (they dated back in high school). I told her I would be honored to do it. The ceremony was on Friday.

I then went back out into the dining room at work, and saw Chris's back again. He was sitting down, drinking a double shot of espresso. I went back into the back to avoid a confrontation.

I talked to Caitlin again, and she said she wasn't going to marry Jarred anymore, because he moved to New York with some girl, but they were still going to have a ceremony/party.

~

I was at school, taking (another) statistics class. Caitlin was in it with me. I commented on the teacher, and how I had had her before, and since she was very Chinese, it was very hard to understand her. The teacher started to teach and write on the white board. I looked at her again a little later, and she had turned into this very southern, red-headed woman I know that frequents the coffee shop. Still couldn't understand much of what she was saying.

Then, I was walking down the hall of what looked like my old middle school, trying to find my literature class. It was room 306, and I was in the 340's. I went down to the other side of the hallway, and found it. A girl I went to middle/high school with, Lauren, was there. She was commenting on some guy she was dating. I thought that was interesting, since she had been married and had a kid. I assumed they had split, and I didn't ask any questions. I also saw Nick, a guy I had briefly dated in middle school and had a quiet falling out with last year. He ignored me completely.

I entered the room, and the desks were pushed together in groups of 5 or so. There were few seats left, and Lauren invited me to sit with her. There wasn't a chair there, so I got one from another group and positioned it under the desk. The legs of the chair had to fit under it in a certain way, it was weird. The male professor started to lecture about some weird stuff, and drew a diagram of the inside of a mouth on the board. He was explaining how, to be good at literature, you had to talk a certain way and position your tongue a certain way. I copied the diagram, which had a weird, sparkly, optical illusion look to it on the board, and on my paper. I thought about the class, and how I had skipped it many times. I zoned out of the lecture.

Not gonna lie, I am so sick of dreaming about work and school. When I'm not there, I'm dreaming about it. Ugh. -_-

Ok last nights dreams...

Blizzard

I was queuing at the bus stop on my uni camps and there were a lot of people. The queue was really long. There were these groups of school kids that were walking by us every so often as in the dream there was a school not far from campus. I was remembering how glad I was that I didnt have to go to school anymore. I was with a couple of my uni flat mates and we decided we were fed up waiting. In the distance I could see this plane and I knew that was where we needed to go. Once I got there I was on my own once more. I waited for a while wondering where the piot was and then got fed up andclimbed inside the plance. However, once I was inside I relaised it was not a plane I was in. I was in some kind of room, with stone walla and a stone floor. It was cold. There were these speerate vehicles that could seat three people. Then my friends reappeared. There were five of us so two would go in one and three in the other. Maisie and Hannah were in one and Becca made some comment how we were not going to all fit in there as Maisie is big and Emily (me) has big hips. It was very random. We did squeeze in. Then Becca dissapeared and it was just the three of us. I don't know where Jasmine got to. It turned out we were in a a boat os some kind and our destination was across this expanse of water. But it was very heavily snowing and dangerous. We all set out into the water without really thinking and got very lost. It was white in every direction, couldn't see a thing, and was freezing. I then said shouldn't we have waited till this man? arrived or told someone we were going before setting off. I only then realised how stupid we were being. Somehoe we managed to get back to the cold stone wall (which opened out at the front into the sea like some kind of harbour. There was snow partially overing the floor in the room and on the counters. This leader (man) had arrived by the the time we got back and we pretended that we hadn't even set out. He got us all hot drinks. haha.

Gorilla!

This is another dream fragment that sticks out in my mind. I was with a dream mother and father. The only resemblance to real life parents was that were arguing a lot. The woman wasnt happy and wanted to leave the man. (real life seeping into dream) Slightly. Then the dream gets increasingly strange. So far the setting has been within a large house. There are some gardens across the top of the house. Within one of these inclosed spaces a large gorilla is kept. The woman goes and 'speaks' to the gorilla and then leaves. The fencing is very small around the gardens, and only now the gorilla jumps out and bounds off down the roads. I then leave the house and walk into a supermarket where I meet my parents, different people in the dream, but these resemble my real life parents. I tell them how a gorilla is loose and they say they heard on the news. I say how scared I am. It could be anywhere. And were really near where it was let out.