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Dream 1: (non-lucid, low vividness)
- 3rd. person dream.
- 4 teenagers walking through a huge haunted house (2 guys, 2 girls)
- House is run-down and dusty (mostly made of wood)
- The teens walk through the haunted house together. The house is scary, but not dangerous
- Parts of the house I remember are a haunted aquarium, a room filled with huge bugs buzzing around, an old kitchen, and most surprisingly, a lava river (where you had to stay on top of a rock that floated all the way down the river.)
- I think they were being held captive by an evil witch or something, and there were clues that needed to be collected and returned to be let go.
- The teens split up to search for clues separately and return to the center staircase in an hour.
- Things get a lot more dangerous when they're by themselves, and at least 3 out of the 4 teenagers die.
- One guy died in the lava river, and one girl died by being attacked by bugs. I don't remember many details about these.
- Most memorably, one girl went back to the kitchen. There was an ancient-looking woman in there. The girl asked her if she knew about the clue, but the girl's face instantly changed into a shape of a skull.
- The woman was cooking something on the stove. She tricked the girl into putting her hand on the pan, which caused her massive pain. While she was distracted, the woman stabbed her (although the "scene" cut before she actually did.)

Dream 2 (non-lucid, medium vividness)
- I was younger in this dream.
- I had gotten into a huge fight with my sister for some reason, I don't know why, but my temper was out of control. I kept saying very mean things to her, which upset her, because we had been very close yesterday.
- I was in big trouble with my dad. He made me stand in the corner for hours and I had to apologize before I could go to bed, but I never did because I was so angry.
- He also wanted me to read 200 pages of some book as punishment, but I didn't do that either.
- This was a pretty distressing dream.

Dream fragment 3: (non-lucid, low vividness)
- A guy in my middle school I haven't talked to in a long time was in my high school class sitting in front of me.
- We joked around a bit.
- The teacher was not in the room, so the class was very loud.

Dream fragment 4: (non-lucid, low vividness)
- Really weird dream where my mom was out in the garden attending to her plants. Apparently, she was planting plants that would grow colors. And by colors, it meant that when the "color" was grown, you would see that color on the plant as if there was a picture of the plant that was scribbled on by the brush tool in Paint. Really made no sense.

My parents are divorced, and my dad comes over to pick my sister and I up and spend time together, though not very often. In my dream, we were driving back from his place to my Mom's house. We were driving through a nice wooded area with lots o streams. We usually talk a lot in the car, but today, we were all silent. I coughed to break the silence. My dad spoke up then, "You know, I've done everything in my power to get where I want to be, but I'm not fulfilled. I want to return to the Catholic Church." (My mom was Catholic.) I understood this meant that he wanted to move back in with my mom, sister, and I. I encouraged him to do it, since my dad is a very positive person and my mom is very negative, and a better atmosphere is needed in my house.

I was browsing on Facebook when I came across a video that my middle school bully T was tagged in. As I watched it, it featured a bunch of people standing in a dimly lit ballroom. They were lined up in an arc in female, male, female, male order. All the women were wearing suits and ties, and the men were wearing hot pink baby clothes. (Don't know why they were baby clothes and not dresses ) T was on the far right wearing baby clothes like everyone else. Everyone in the video began to do this choreographed dance. Upon reading the description, this was some transgender pride thing. T is bi IRL but not trans. I found this funny because of how T accused me of being gay back in middle-school, which I'm not. I got a good laugh out of it.

It was the beginning of the school year/ I was getting food at my college campus's cafeteria. I really wasn't in a good mood so I sat far in the corner by myself. Some new freshman (I'll be a sophomore) came and sat next to the table I was at. There was one guy and a bunch of girls. They started talking about stuff. I stayed quiet, but after a while I sort of slipped into the conversation. The girls all left to get more food, and I talked to the one guy that was there. He had brown hair and a short beard. He said that he knew me from Target. (Backstory: I met this guy shopping in Target, and became friends, and got something to eat afterwards. This is a dream backstory, it never happened IRL." I said it was great to see him again.

The girls came back. Some of them were making negative comments about the school. One said, "So where's the campus?", implying the campus was ugly. None of them were really cute either.

IRL, in 3 weeks, I'm going to be a camp counselor at a camp for physically disabled children. In the dream, it was the first day of camp. We arrived on the bus to the campground with the campers and counselors. We had a lot of pre-camp rituals before we got off the bus. Then we went to go eat. I just remember being in a strangely happy and outgoing mood. I ran down a hill screaming and made jokes with people I normally wouldn't joke with. It wasn't a vivid dream, but it was a nice one.

This is my first DJ entry. I actually had this dream about a week ago, but it was a very interesting one, so I figured I'd get the ball rolling and post it anyway.

I've recently graduated high school and I'm back at home, and I'm going to the high school alumni Mass (Catholic school) in hopes of seeing some of my old friends. I saw a friend of mine named P that had transferred schools at the beginning of junior year, and I hadn't seen him since then. We hadn't been good friends and we always kept our distance just because our personalities were not very compatible. But we each smiled warmly at each other and found a seat together. Pretty soon, we're shooting the shit like old friends. Another female friend from my high school named M joins us, and we're just having a fun time before the Mass starts.

I want to note the church I was in, if you can call it that. It was in the same room that we were going to have the reception dinner in, so there were tables and chairs instead of pews. In the back corner of the room, there was a hallway filled with arrangements of couches, comfy chairs, and tables. That was where we were. M and I shared a couch, and P had a chair. I don't remember where the altar was in particular; it could have been at the front of the dining room like it normally should have been, but I also remember it being in the hallway next to me. It was a weird layout that didn't make sense, but whatever.

Anyway, the Mass starts and everything goes as normal. M was the one who was supposed to read the First Reading, so she did that and came back. But when we got to the reading of the Gospel, things got weird.

The priest saying the Mass was a short old dude who looked like the priest in The Princess Bride. He had an abrasive and loud high-pitched voice. He began to read a verse from the Bible. At first it was like any other verse, but as he read on, I began to recognize it as a verse that was extremely important.

Now it's time to tell the backstory on this dream: P was a classmate of mine until early junior year, when he transferred to another school. Nobody in my class seemed to have much contact with him, except Facebook. Down the line, he started making strange Facebook statuses about getting into fights, strange conspiracy theories, and hateful statuses. I didn't think much of it; P was always combative and not that easy to get along with IRL. But one day, I the school made an announcement that he had killed himself. People who still talked to him said that he was basically a shell of himself. He died a week before his birthday. I attended the funeral, and the testimonies I heard showed me a different side of him. He was always known for his loyalty and willingness to help his friends and family. It left a big impact on me.

So back to the dream. The priest was saying the Gospel, and although I don't remember any of the content of the verse, it was somehow strongly related to P and his death. I don't know if it was read at his funeral, or actually written about his death or what, but there was a strong connection that lay heavier in my heart the more he read. Dark ominous strings were playing in the background as he bellowed the verse. Everyone else in the room recognized the verse too, and everyone saw its connection to P. When the priest finished the reading, everyone was in tears. M was curled up into a ball weeping. I put my arm around her comfortingly, and made eye contact with another guy with tears in his eyes, while I fought to keep mine back. The room was in silence now except for the sound of sobbing. The Mass seemed to be over this point. I got up and gave P a massive bro-hug. I told him to look around at all the people who missed him, and to not ever think that he wasn't loved.

Soon, people started to file out, including M. I had some more questions for P. I asked him, "So how does it feel for you to be back here now?... you know, the actor you." When I said that I realized how badly worded and nonsensical that sentence was, and that caused me to wake up.

I haven't had a dream that powerful and vivid in a long long time.