non-lucid

I go to my grandmas house, lots of people are there. I bought a lot of food for everyone and put it in the fridge. Suddenly it's night and I decide I don't want to stay over like everyone else is so I go to my house. Now it's the next morning and I realize I left my cat rem over there so I go back there thinking rem must have been freaking out without me and all the people must've been messing with him like teasing children. When I get there I see my mom and dad at the dining table, for some reason I don't think it strange (I haven't seen my dad in like 4 or 5 years). Passing the fridge I realize I'm hungry, so I open it and see weird foods, I pick out this microwave noodle bowl thing and it's called shitzzu drainer, I worry that it will give me the shits or something by the name and I show my parents and they just laugh so I just put it on the table and went down the hall to get my cat and I saw this dingbat sleeping on my grandpas bed, shrugged my shoulders and walked out with my cat.

I'm not in this dream, just watching these two DCs interact. This old man looking to be in his 80's to 90's turn the corner into this room where a young girls looking to be 8 or 9 is sitting halfway out the window staring outside. The old man asks her when she wants him to take her home, but then the little girl starts jumping, and screaming and whimpering. The man asks her what's wrong, she whimpers that it bit her, then the little girl runs to another corner of the room. The man worriedly follows and asks her where it is, then she points on her lower torso of her pink windbreaker material jacket. Then the old man saw that it was only a small black spider and he smashes it between his two fingers and the girl seems to calm down. She goes and looks out the window and points outside to the right and says the spider made a tit corner over there. Then the old man confused asks what a tit corner is, then I woke up.

drempt i was in some office building and was in the reception area at like 3 AM when the security asked me if i wanted to play cardss. she than dared me yell my coaches name. i did so out the window.

later in the dream i was at my house digging the back yard for something emmet caught sight of me and immediatley ran out there trying to ask me stuff\\

ahh yes this is the other part of the dream. my family and i were at the cabin. we had just walked a llong wy to get this snow hill. myy mom had roalelr skated. there was a family who was aleady there and had build this large snow ramp. i slide sown it and jumped of. then i saw shannon and she jumped of and fell. then colin jumped tried to do a 360 hit his back on a pole then ffell on the ground compuylsing in pain. he was in so much pain he shit his pants

After going back to sleep I tossed and turned a bit... it would sort of feel like I was in a dream, but then I'd roll over onto my side or change positions, and when I was in a dream I really had no idea. Basically the line between waking and sleeping got thoroughly confused, which I suppose might also explain why my awareness was so bad.
So here's what I remember >:U

I dreamed I was in Psych class, which has been happening sort of a lot and I wish it would stop happening. Not that I don't like Psych class, it's probably my favorite, but it's pretty boring as dream fodder goes. I didn't used to dream of normal life stuff this much. PFEH. I will take responsibility for this... I will orchestrate my return to dream glory with my own hands... *pushes up glasses #anime reference that probably just scared some people.*
And anyway the class was just discussing the [redacted], with the teacher laying out some extra details. We were in a dark room, and I could tell you which room of the campus it was, but you know what screw waking life connections. We were just in a dark room. Suck it. I like it a lot better when I'm dreaming about places I CAN'T visit in real life, even if I've been there before. Like the house on Irving.

The other one ... I was at the community college campus (BLEH), and in front of one building was some sort of odd set-up, a rather large bus-car thing on a circular track. I can't really remember what it looked like, but if I had to I'd say there was pink involved, and it was rather creatively shaped. Sort of like a double-decker white and pink bus thing. Anyway its purpose was to run over stressed-out students; not in a "you've outlived your usefulness" way, but more like "you're stressed and need a break, let's go for the leg" sort of thing. OK not that either. It really was just the teachers trying to do more for the students and apparently it genuinely helped. Which was nice of them.

OH another thing. There was a part where I was sneaking around a college(?) building I didn't recognize (YES >8D ), trying to explore and figure out how it was laid out. And then there was something about really great thin pizza that they'd cut into real skinny slices and give to people as treats. It had a special name too but dadblast it I'm never going to remember what it was. It was some made-up English word and trying to write it down here would probably just get it wrong. Anyway I loved those pizza things. They were another anti-stress measure.

Anyway at some point I decided to walk in front of the bus thing as a way of seeking help in advance (normally it would go for you but you could also just walk in the way like an idiot). The bus-thing was driven by Samuel L Jackson or someone similar and he obligingly crashed into me, and I was probably sent flying or something but honestly the impact itself barely registered. Apparently my brain didn't find it worth paying attention to because the scene practically skipped ahead to another part. There was something about a swimming pool but it was almost more of a one-shot than anything else; some teachers standing around a swimming pool and maybe I was supposed to swim in it. Who cares that's dumb. And there was something else about a swing but it was also dumb. Really none of it made any sense.

And then there was an honestly pretty great scene where he and I were just reading from some entertaining magazine. It kind of reminded me of my dad 'cause he loves funny stuff like the Onion and junk. At one point I asked Jackson something like "Do you not get to laugh because you're acting?" or y'know, something about his deadpan, and he said yeah that's pretty much it. But then I was reading (and actual reading which I'm sort of impressed by hehehehhehe) and I hit a particular funny part and he started laughing and I could feel him chuckling and I was like yesssss. It was actually pretty cute, in a surrogate father-daughter sort of way.

Oh and there was some other bit about performing a skit of some kind in a subway train. It was sort of awkward 'cause one girl farted the tiniest fart in the world but still the two other kids were like "Did you hear that?" and the other person's like "yeah" and I'm thinking something like "I'm never farting again" and I wasn't even the one who farted. And the acting was pretty bad too.

Over the course of writing this (it's taking me like half an hour) I decided I'll try to separate myself from waking life by not noting connections between dream life and waking life. Like okay, if I dream about Trent Reznor that's fine because I have no connection with the actual guy IWL, so it's still the sort of thing I can only experience in dreams. But if I'm dreaming I'm in Psych class Imma... try not to acknowledge it so much. I want to try to draw more attention to the weird parts that aren't IWL and try to ignore the parts that're relatively normal. Or idk I'll just ignore the whole thing entirely and focus on other dreams that aren't SO BANAL. Or I'll put [redacted] over parts that obviously reference waking life, like I did earlier in the post just now.

I was sitting in the living room of my mothers trailer, we were discussing about how we wish we didn't trade our souls for something, After A while of thinking my mother put out some sort of poster board
it was full of strange names, I don't remember the names only that they look strange. A little girl then knocked at our door, it seemed as if she had sold her soul as well and regretted it. She was saying that something was tormenting her, I remember telling her to choose a new name so she can have a new soul. I told her after she choose a new name it wouldn't bother her anymore. that's all I remember.

Someone I was close to one day turned into some kind of monster, it was not devoid of rational thought and it seem to look like a woman with tentacle coming out of her lower half. It seemed I was some kind of high ranked officer in the military and I was in charge of keeping a watch on her, I remember yelling at some lower ranked solider that her tank (the tank was oval shaped and metal, on the inside it had in cabin that was made of glass and slightly submerged in some sort of liquid.) She was being kept in needed to be clean more properly. I had some sort of special relationship with the beast, like she was a former lover of mine. The last thing I remember was that I was slowly bit by bit getting close to having her set free by pulling the innermost glass cabin to the surface more and more.

1. [Non-Lucid] [Long]
Im driving to a store in the game GTA IV with a friend Inferno I think, I hit a few police cars on the way there because I'm a pretty bad driver, I then turn into the stores car park where Inferno is parked and accidentally running him over killing him, noticing we haven't got microphones I type "sorry bro" in the chat.

I'm in a shop now, (I barely remember this part now) then at the cashier a guy in our group bought these childish black and green glasses, we leave the store and walk across this open concrete area (kinda like a wall-less car park with a roof).

Someone mentions a ride we should go on, now I'm thinking to myself can a wheelchair go on this ride.
We are now at the ride and I'm being carried while still in my wheelchair onto a little platform on the ride, the ride is constantly slowly moving and my right wheel is hanging off the platform so the guy moves my chair a little so the wheel is on the platform. This ride is hard to describe but at one point my head was touching a very soft cushiony wall.

When the ride was over I was being carried out of the ride and everyone for some reason starts cheering and applauding, Im like ooook um...thanks?. The exit to the ride is a lot of steps and we decided to sit at a bench on the grass field at the top of the steps, I'm sitting there at the bench and im complaining that my chair is creaking and it doesn't feel right, everyone else decides to drag the bench further away from the steps, this muddied up the grass a little.

Fragments:
I'm climbing some tall blue tower thing with someone.
Some crazy think that morphs into things you kind of dislike.

Possible dream signs:
Wheelchair, Inferno, Steps, Neil

N was also in this dream. Only parts I remember were when we were playing Minecraft, I think. And we were surfing to get to some destination, about 16,000+ away from a destination. We landed on a cow island, where everything was dark-something. Dark green, dark red-brown, etc. (The colors)

When we landed, it had cows on it. And we couldn't punch anything. We were confused at first, but then I realized that that was the mechanic of the island. I was about to tell her, that this was normal, but flash forward. Then Mom was hugging me and telling me what I want to eat. Donuts made from snow...then I woke up.

yo it's 5 am let's do this *yawn*

(a hastily scribbled outline was here)

Thinking back as far as I can, the first chapter of the dream was something about me being on the second floor of a large castle. The outside was rather menacing somehow, probably because it was simply enormous, and the interior reminded me somewhat of a church I used to attend (third floor of WCF). I get the impression someone else was there and that there were some rules going on, but mostly what I remember is that my cat Moses was being super dangerous in his attempts to get from the second floor of the castle to the ground. It was something like, when he wasn't supposed to jump to the ground he'd end up falling off somehow, and when it was made totally clear to him that he wasn't allowed down, he jumped off in the most ridiculously daredevil and rebellious way a cat can manage; that is to say, it was a sort of flying leap. He seemed alright when he landed though.

There was also something about the second floor of the castle being able to view the ground floor (some open space in the floor idk architecture terms) but having prison bars, and there was definitely more structure to the whole scenario. There was a girl there, it was nighttime, and there was a bit of a Stone Harbor feel. And come to think of it there was some sort of longer scenario involving a whole bunch of other teenagers which had a bit of story and structure to it, and some clique hierarchy junk, but the best I can remember of that is simply that I, along with my female (dream) best friend, was in competition with some rude female who probably had some boyfriend arm candy, and ultimately I was victorious on some level. And I suppose it wasn't quite teen hierarchy junk as much as it was adults-and-office-related. So a bit of both.

The second chapter that I can remember ... involved something about a Roman slave type person, a rather ruefully cheerful man, and something about him carrying a plate that had recently had food on it past my (iwl) dad and some other guy, both of whom commented on it. If I had to guess, I would say the plate had just had some venetian turkey pie on it. Uhhh the architecture of the situation was a bit confusing as well. The slave guy came out of a back room sort of thing and walked by a counter which divided the short hall he was in from the room with the other two men in it, who were lounging in chairs. Man there was something really strange happening other than what I'm describing but it's either hard to remember or hard to translate to waking life terms. Basically though, the two men commented on the plate, saying something like "is there any of that left" because the food it referenced was so delicious, and the slave felt sort of awkward, and then there was something about the Bible. Or something. And a river of lava. The feel of this chapter was subordinate with a touch of outright menace and a helping (DO YOU SEE THE THING THAT I DID) of danger, compared to the previous one.

The last thing thing I remember before my alarm went off and I woke up was a dream that I was recording my dream. I was attempting to remember the different parts of the dream and starting to outline them in my head so I could remember them and write them down. But since I was still dreaming and not at all lucid, the information I was arranging was totally made-up (did not refer to any dream I had just had) and in non-IWL terms. Also I did not realize I wasn't awake and when my alarm went off I was genuinely surprised. So it would almost be impressive that I started writing down a dream before I'd even woken up and before my alarm had gone off, if the information did not look like (attempted translation):
• a person wearing a black, looseknit sweater thing
• holding a fishing rod that they are using to tease
• some third person (information not found)
or, in other words, total gibberish, even as dreams are concerned, and also incorrect.

But apparently my heart's in the right place. Also more proof that my mind sort of knows when my alarm is about to go off (since my mentality started to switch from "dreaming" to "recording dreams" shortly before I woke up), which is always very strange. I also remember that my feelings upon waking were something like "ahhh I'll remember all this when I wake up in the morning", but I decided to write it down anyway because those words really meant "I'm disoriented and lazy and I didn't ask to be in this 5 AM time-to-write-down-your-dream situation" and the fact of the matter was I was already starting to forget. Having a dream journal on here is pretty dang cool.

Morning of March 7, 2014. Friday.



I am in my bedroom in Cubitis, but it is different. There is not much furniture and the windows are of the type that open outward like French windows rather than jalousie windows (I wonder if this will turn out to be precognitive years from now as the sash-based replacements were). I seem to be only about fourteen years of age.

There is no window screen of any kind. I notice that a large bird comes into the room through the southern-most window on the west side and sits on a chair (I was aware of other large birds flying near the windows but only vaguely and I believe this was the only one that had been in my room at any time), which is the only furniture I take note of. It faces east into the room and from near the middle of the west wall. I am somewhat wary of it. There is a strange awareness or mood of “old royalty”. Larger birds in dreams when I was much younger often had a very eerie quality, especially herons and storks. This one seems to be some sort of large pelican though I am not sure of the species. I guess it could also be a phoenix, of which I have dreamt of rarely. There are both pelican and phoenix portraits of Queen Elizabeth I. An odd old myth states that a pelican would draw blood from its own breast to feed its young. In this case, then, the pelican could represent the sacrifices my mother had made for me.

I sense a sort of mystical power in the presence of the bird. I am not quite sure what to do. I notice that the curtain has fallen down over the window and I decide that I should probably move the curtain back so that the bird can fly out if it wants to, with enough room for it to not be concerned about feeling enclosed. At the same time, I do not mind if it stays in the room even though there is a vague thought of the mess it could make. I contemplate being very stealthy, because I do not want to alarm it (because it might injure itself) as I consider moving the curtain back. No drama ensues. I mostly stand in one spot, not moving, watching it.

I think this relates (to real life) somewhat to when we had a large raven in our house in Brisbane for a couple weeks, years ago, while its wing was healing (after being attacked by a neighbor’s dog). It used to sit on the back of the chair near my desk in the same manner.

In another dream, that resets several times in different ways, I am more in an abstract awareness of my breathing and location in time and space. There is the clear idea of the “layers” of breathing which is not a feasible concept as it is experienced in my dream state. It is as if I am breathing in the layered manner of a musical recording with at least three different elements (or “bands” of breath continuity) and three different ways of breathing occurring over the same time period. There is one long, even breathing at the “lowest” level and other additional breaths patterned now and then (a bit more sparsely but supposedly of a higher “pitch”) over the first layer. I can even sense the waveform of this type of breathing “pictured” about a foot above my head, but to the side or behind me in a three-dimensional spectroscopic field of about two feet in length. Of course, this makes no real sense because you can only breathe in and out in one breath at a time. Still, I clearly seem to have at least three different forms of breathing going on in rhythmic patterns over time - which realistically would require three different people to achieve in such a manner.

LINK TO PELICAN AND PHOENIX ELIZABETH PORTRAITS SYMBOLISM

Great just what I need: a night of dreaming of work. Bleh. That's what I get for a near-bed-time weekly status meeting. At least with the time change it'll be one hour earlier for me soon.

+ trying hard to solve some imaginary work problem all night

+ I need to render the elephants without using a proprietary graphics algorithm and I'm concerned I'll have to write all the code from scratch

+ Some guy is in detail describing the limitations of the system, the X coordinates can only go from -10 to -6, I see an overhead visual graph of this. Also something about only being able to use one side of the coordinate axes.

+ I'm standing outside on some bend in a path, I'm looking at several little signposts with pictures of them stuck in the sand. One is of a little girl, one is of a woman, one is something else like a little a little Pikachu character or something. I sort of adjust and push down the posts more firmly into the sand.

+ I'm at an outdoor company gathering. A woman is sitting down on the ground, I feel I'm acquainted with her (just as a work acquaintance). I sit down right behind her with my hips turned to the left, my right hip is at the base of her back and she leans heavily back on to me, she is not protesting. Her entire upper body/back is firmly against my chest, our heads are close together. It is nice! She pushes back and forth a few times, I feel the weight of her body against mine. I get even more daring and lean forwards and lightly kiss her left cheek just in front of her left ear. She mumbles something like "easy..." or "careful...." we're right out in the open and I know I'm married there could be consequences. She has medium length blonde hair and I think she's 30-something. She may be the woman on the signpost, I never see her face.

Spoiler for sorta sexy time:

I'm sitting with another woman on a chair/recliner. I wonder if the first woman can see me and is jealous. This second woman is sitting on top of me, and my privates are positioned right there between her slightly open legs. I'm wearing grey sweat pants. She is lightly running her thumb in circles about the tip of my [ahem] through my sweats. I'm trying hard to suppress an erection.

I'm standing up, adjusting my grey sweats trying to adjust/hide my protuberance, when I realize I'm shirtless. I'm quite self conscious about this (I'm still at a work event after all). I see my shirt wadded up as if carelessly thrown to the ground farther on.

Walking through the people I encounter a small boy I see his face, I think he's the son of one of the women I was flirting with. He is trying to tell me something but there is a very loud noise and I have trouble hearing him (WL vehicle noise from outside perhaps?), I eventually understand from him that he was selected by some celebrity (?) to ride in a helicopter. I clasp my right hand with his in congratulations, and I think about swinging him around but I remember I have a hurt right shoulder (WL true!).

I'm looking for lunch, I approach the lunch tables set up. There are other people standing there. I see there are only little pieces of sliced chocolates. I exclaim in frustration, "Oh, God, fucking SLICED CANDY for lunch!???!!"

I see closer to the podium, where a company person is about to make some announcement, that there are a few open-face sandwiches left. They are weird many thing multi-colored layers, I start putting some on my plate. I notice to the left there are some guacamole sandwiches left. They are also open face, lying on their sides, with solid dark green tall slices of guacamole on thick pieces of dark bread. Some guy is encouraging me to eat, because when he talks I will need it.

Awake and up unti l10:30, feeling cold and tired so back to bed, some sort-of WILD attempts, can't get in to a dream despite the buzz feeling. Must have slept at one point because there was a 30 second dream. Then wake at 12:30 with pretty odd recall.

12:30

+ I'm in my dentist's house in a bedroom, a lot of people are around, I'm in a rocking chair that falls over first to the right, then to the left, the dentist's (son?) helps me up both times, I see the dentist out in the hallway eating from a take-out container, I'm waiting for him to finish so I can ask him what I should order everybody from Chinese takeout.

+ I'm in a sort of chorus line? I'm looking for another performing group, there they are on the magazine advertisement. They're all facing away from the camera and a girl in the center apparently has no bottoms on. I'm trying to read something on the page about the name/location of the group(?) but all I can read is an apology that one of the performers was wearing purple instead of black, I see one performing whose outfit is phasing between purple and black.

A (dance teacher?) is berating a parent for not understanding the issues of the child, the mother does not want to hear it.

+ I'm arriving home from work, trudging up the stairs laden with food, I hope my family appreciates my work. At the table are kids and my "wife," who makes a sharp comment about appreciating the meal, I say "yum" unenthusiastically.

3/6/14

The following is all one dream and did make sense as one cohesive dream when I woke up. However, I was too tired to write all the details so just wrote the highlights. Now looking back at it, these look like all kinds of mini-dreams, when they all originally worked together as one plot. I'm happy I at least wrote the main points down though.

I also remembered that aquatic animals is another dream sign of mine.

8:15 am non-lucid

Dream with Japanese Sign Language in it.

Scene with aquatic animals and non-aquatic animals.

Someone is after my family.

High school reunion, my close friend from the farm dream and someone from my home church are there, even though they didn't attend my high school.

A classmate of mine from Japan tried to get me to memorize a Japanese Christian song so covers my eyes when I sang.

I meet a Deaf person who only knows ASL and a hearing person who is learning ASL and JSL. I try to sign with the Deaf person, but since I only know JSL, can not communicate. Eventually, I turn to writing down what I want to say. I'm worried he thinks I am making up signs when it's really a different language. I suppose I was just showing him I know a sign language too and it's nice to meet him.

1. Car keys, red hair dye, playing with my old Gameboy Color accessory, I turned the light off on it after looking through the zoom part.

Inspiration: I put mom’s car keys in her purse, and also saw my sister’s keys. I recently died some of my hair red. No idea why I suddenly dreamed about that old accessory (mine had a top accessory part with a magnifier and light), wow. XD Maybe because one of my palaces is Pokemon Platinum… I only ever played Pokemon back then.

Also, I woke up at 1:36, which is only about 3 hours after I fell asleep. I notice I’m starting to wake around this time for my first awakening, but it's harder for me to remember details later, I need to really work on making better triggers for earlier dreams like this one!

2. I’m talking to someone about some of my old Japanese translations, and there’s a thick book that’s fallen apart in half towards the back. I look at the page number on the second half, which is 40. I’m discussing with someone the plot of the book and where the fallen off half goes.

3. In a field-type area, Cronus rides in on a horse. Eridan looks really glad to see him. It had the feeling of Cronus giving in to something after a long time of not doing it. Like Cronus was accepting his part in whatever was happening. Eridan gets up on the horse behind him.
The image of the two was a bit fuzzy, like I couldn’t gasp the features just right.

Inspiration: ‘Cause I’m rereading Homestuck, just read the conversation between Eridan and Rose where she blows up his computer. xD Also, I just left off in the part in my book where a dragon (probably) finally accepts his place in his destiny. Also, there was an army camped in a field talking serious business. And I just remembered that Eridan rides a seahorse...

Notes: I woke up many times last night, omg. I think it was from overexcitement, my brain was too active. I had tantalizing glimpses of at least two more dreams but couldn’t tease the details out. :/

Journal Entry non-lucid #52 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I have been having interesting dreams lately. I don't do anything particularly interesting as well. I didn't even hear the Robert Monroe. I nearly forgot my dream in this one. I woke up recalled my dream then I started day dreaming. I caught myself before doing that for too long. I then scraped up this.

Dream fragment 1, 8:15pm-1:42 am." SP & Demons": I remember splitting my body in two and going into two direction, but I don't remember the details. I also remembered driving fast on a mountain. I with in the car with LS. He became scared when I drove fast on the mountain. He asked me if we could go to the park. I looked out on the mountain and thought we could jump we will be alright. We started running down the mountain, in no time we reached the ground, as if the height of the mountain was just an illusion. I saw another guy named LS, relatively big compared to other one, and he joined us. I forgot what we were doing and met up with my sister. She told me about some DC that showed up in her dream that won't stop bugging her. I thought about it and I said their was a DC in my dream as well. I said his name. I felt like I was beginning to wake up. I felt a weird sensation like SP. I couldn't move and I heard a voice that said angrily MY NAME IS NOT _____ (I don't remember). I was scared at the moment because I couldn't move. I thought maybe it was SP. I thought if it is a demon it could hold me down again. I said your name is _____. Nothing, so I continued the dream, shortly waking afterwards.

In short I should have became lucid and also there was no demons just an active imagination. I woke up after this but I didn't recall anything.

Possible dream sign:

Emotion: Fear,
Context: "Wacky context"; jumping from mountain
Sensation: S.P sensation

I had as usual multiple dreams and could only recall 2 of them, both very strange.

Dream 1

I was late for a science experiment so I arrived at a college after class to do the experiment. I had a piece of wire that I needed to create a "plasma" at the end, which was basically a pulsing light at the end of the wire that gave an electric shock when touched. I was following instructions on a leaflet on what to do. It then said I needed to apply the plasma under my tongue and that it would then project a larger image of my teeth but in building form on a screen to show what state my teeth were in. I placed the wire carefully on a table so that the plasma bit at the end didn't touch anything and went to brush my teeth and gargle some mouth wash. I was brushing thoroughly with a toothbrush but the head was that of a round electric toothbrush. I was being very thorough cleaning everything including the gums very carefully so they wouldn't bleed since I knew I hadn't brushed in a while and the gums were very soft and easy to damage. I used an antibacterial mouth wash then remembered I had some listerine that had been advertised "for people who spit blood when brushing". I rinsed my mouth with the listerine as well, but I had no sink to spit the soapy mess of mouth was and toothpaste. I spat it out onto a jersey and then realised what I had done and went to clean it off fast, but there was no stains on it and it wasn't even wet. Satisfied my mouth was clean as it was gonna get I placed the wire into my mouth. The "plasma" was now a very tiny glowing white dome with a dark base and I had to insert it so the flat side was touching the flesh under the tongue, but it went on the wrong way. I fiddled about with it until I got it the right way up, and then it morphed into a very tiny web cam that clamped itself into the flesh and began projecting the image onto a screen. What I saw was the gums and lines of ruined houses made out of computer chips that were crumbling and falling to pieces, and looked like brown moss around the bases to represent plaque. The tutor came up to see my progress and said "oh dear, doesn't look very good in there doesn't it?" I suddenly started to feel woozy. "That'll be the morphine" said the tutor. "Morphine?" I said drowsily. I began to panic as I was due for an operation soon and knew they were going to give me lots of morphine that I could overdose with this extra in my system. "Don't worry it's only a small amount" said the tutor. "It'll wear off quickly." I noticed the area under the tongue didn't hurt anymore and was numb. Just as well because if the little "plasma" bot in my mouth had pierced itself into the flesh to stay in one spot then it was going to sting coming out again. The dream then ended.

Dream 2

I was wearing a long red dress and a black cashmere jumper that had shrunk in the wash that the sleeves were halfway up my arms and gripping into the skin. I also was wearing my black and silver cross pendant. I was walking up some stairs following the person who owned the place, the walls were a tomato red colour, and as we reached the landing there was various trinkets hanging on the wall like a shop. I saw a charm necklace with charms of bibles, crosses and figurines of saints. I looked at it with awe and took it off the hanger. "Now where have I seen this design before..." I said. "Oh, that's a very popular necklace" said the owner. I looked down at my silver and black cross pendant which had tiny little crosses dangling off the huge cross made of pewter and faux gems and held it up. "Ah!" said the owner seeing its similar design. I put the necklace back on its hanger. "This one is more me though, more of a gothic look to it" I said looking at the pendant. "If you like goth then I think I know just the person for you" said the owner. "She's called Rachiel, but she is very particular about her friends." I was shown into a room that had a very small bar at the back. The room looked more like a chef's kitchen than a bar, and in the middle of the room was a large metal table and a woman was sat on top of it surrounded by other people wearing heavy metal gothic clothes. She had her hair in messy dreads and were of various shades of brown. Her face was almost completely decorated with piercings and she had various tatoos on her arms and wearing scraggy clothing. She was Rachiel, and she was head of this place. As I walked in she laughed in a mocking way and everyone else went quiet. "What in the hell is THAT?!" she shouted, glaring at me. The whole room stared right at me. I began to walk around the crowd towards the bar. She was saying other insulting things to me that I couldn't recall what she said, but I responded to her with "Whatever" and proceeded to the bar. "If you want to prove yourself to me then you'll order a" I can't recall the name of the drink she said. I knew what the recipe was in the dream but again I can't recall it, and I knew it was a potently spicy drink that could make a person gag. I leaned over to the barman and asked him "Does it have spices in it?" He didn't seem to acknowledge me at first and the rest of the room were eager to know if I was going to order it and drink it in front of them. I asked the barman again "Has it got spices in it?" The barman had a dirty face and a fat cigar inbetween his teeth. He grinned at me and nodded his head "Oooh yeah" he said. I looked around to see what else there was to drink. There was a few cheap lagers on tap and just a couple of bottles of spirits behind him, nothing special. I decided against ordering anything and walked towards Rachiel. Another girl with a black nose ring and dyed black hair questioned me. I stood at her side and without looking at her I said "Normally I would accept your challenge, but I am allergic to spices." She rolled up her eyes and grabbed hold of a small backpack saying something along the lines of "Come on guys, let's leave this loser to it" and a bunch of people left the room with her, leaving just me with Rachiel and a small number of lads around her. She didn't look very impressed with me. Then I noticed I had a shopping bag and inside it was a small number of things including an ibuprofen in inhaler form and a ventolin inhaler, and a bottle of cheap shower gel I bought from Aldi. The lid had popped off the shower gel and everything inside it was coated in the gel, only it wasn't gel it was now like a mixture of oil and honey that crystalized when dried on. I ran into a toilet area which was decorated in blue tiles and put the bag onto a shelf and began rummaging inside seeing what I could rescue. The ibuprofen inhaler looked like a small bottle of Ariel liquid gel and was unusable, so I discarded it. I frantically pulled out my ventolin inhaler and pulled it apart. The oily mess had dried on and would need a toothbrush to clear it out and lots of hot water, but I was in such a panic that I started breathing at the back of my throat. It wasn't an actual asthma attack as I couldn't feel anything in the chest, but I was getting just as loopy from hyperventilating and losing my footing. Someone helped to hold me upright. I thought about coughing but it would've been a clear cough and not needed, so I tried instead to calm down. I felt like such a weakling, a girl posing as a badly dressed goth entering a club led by a heavy metal goth gang having multiple allergies and asthma. A man rushed into the room with an oxygen mask, it was a paramedic in a very dark green cotton jumpsuit. I knew I didn't need it, but then I woke up coughing and wheezing with my chest rattling like crazy and kept dropping back to sleep almost recalling the dream from where it left off but more as a waking dream, rewriting it half awake. Every time I woke up I would say "Hand pick up the ball!" as a way of telling me to wake up properly and get out of bed. It took several attempts to properly wake up and get out of bed with me finally saying loudly "Hand pick up the ball!" and pulling the covers off me and pushing myself up.