Moth487

12-4-13
Great recall of one dream:
We are in a more secluded version of the school netball/tennis courts, except in this realisty it is surrounded by trees; they are somehow very 'soft', and thick; the branches and leaves poke through the mesh cage surrounding the court. The area is divided in two across its width by another mesh wall, and the adjoining courts are missing. In their place a more trees. The colour of the leaves is a fairly dark green, the kind which is closer to blue than to yellow. The ground is shadowed. Our PE teacher of last year, let's call her X, is in charge of our class, which, for some reason, includes H from the above PE set. My mind wonders from this point, while we are put in groups by X. I am with my friend 'I' and we are sent down the far end of the court. The ironic thing is, I think I start to daydream about lucid dreaming. It takes me a while to realise that the teacher is shouting what appears to be a random assortment of continents and countries, and everyone is running up and down the width of the area. I start paying attention again. When I returns to my side, I ask her; "What are we doing?" and she gives me an enigmatic reply, if any, and I am left to work it out myself. It seems that the random continents have some correlation to how the other students run (what speed, what style, etc) and when. "Africa," calls X, and everyone runs across from my side to the other. I follow, having nothing else to do, but my left leg begins to ache abnormally half way across and I am forced to stop. X says some scathing, ill-disguised-with-joviality remark about my attempt, and (I think) I start trying to explain why I had to stop. I give up and retreat to the very back of the court, because I am 'out'. I spread out my arms and twist my hands about the mesh, feeling the very soft leaves on them and the back of my neck; they are cold and ever so slightly damp feeling. My friend comes over to me and I assume she too is out. X appears as my friend leaves again, and begins to criticise my attempt as pathetic. What is truly pathetic is my attempt to explain why I was so bad. X leaves as all of the group congregate in the opposite half of the courts. I returns one more time, now holding out a pale pink flower with four inverted heart shaped leaves and small, broad leaves which look like they have come from the surrounding trees. She tells me she got it from H.

A dream fragment includes me and a group of friends going to a roller coaster. We are supposedly the first to ride it. The large stairwell is grey concrete, and reminiscent of a stairwell in a dream I had a long time ago about a water slide. The train faces to my right. The top half of all of the cars are orange, the bottom navy.

13-4-13
Poor recall. I was stupid - half way through the night, I woke up remembering two dreams, but didn't want to move to write them down so I didn't disrupt a (failed) attempt at DEILD. I also had something against turning on the lights.

I recall being in the car. We (my family) had been out. I am unsure where. We are parked outside the house, and it is raining incredibly hard. When I get out of the car, the journey from my driveway to my door seems unusually long, and I get incredibly wet. I am wearing a leather jacket and navy hoodie, in the right pocket of which is an amount of money, including a two pound coin. I am the first to open the door, and in fact, the only one to enter. The curtains surrounding the door are half drawn and the normal lights have been replaced by two enlarged light bulbs. The one closest to me and the door is green. My dad is by the light switch (although I am the only one who entered the house) and says "Don't stand under that, it might explode."
I back off towards the stairs, at the same time sort of 'watching' my body back towards the door (it is ajar, now letting in clear blue-grey light). My dad turns on the lights and the green one flickers...

There was also a dream fragment involving me eating an exceptionally long mini roll and a load of sliced salami.

14-4-13
A disappointing lack of proper dreams last night. All I remember is that it had something to do with one of my friends.




Why are my dreams all so boring? Nothing ever seems to happen which makes me question reality.