Non-Lucid Dreams
July 07, 2014 I was with some of my cohort-mates and Zukin, and we were all going to a scholastic-or-PBS-or-something sale in a building that reminded me greatly of a train station (specifically Shining Time Station). There was a sale for teachers, but when we got there, we found out you only got that sale if you had a PBS account, which you could only have if you were also a parent of a child under the age of three. We were pissed and raised a fuss, but didn't end up getting the discount anyways D: On the way out of the market, there was a display with a whole bunch of Halloween masks and hats and accessories and shtuff. There were green and purple witch's fingers, and someone in the group said, "They look like a finger on top of another finger" because the nails were so long. On the way back, we talked about random things that I don't remember, but I do remember the walk itself and the landscape. We were walking along a path/road (it was at once narrow like a walk-way but wide like a road. Very surreal and variable) through slight hills. It was night time, but there were hardly any street-lights. I could see the lights of the city ahead of us, and mountains to our left. We walked down the valley path, and I noticed it split multiple times, and was very bridge-y. As in there were lots of random ups to make bridges that weren't needed.
July 05, 2014 Exploding Lightning I was in a class, cutting up paper and taping them to note cards (this is funny, because I actually had to do that for one of my elementary education classes). The class was in a mountain; like, literally, there was a door in the side of a mountain that led to this classroom. It was time to change classes, and I had to go to math... It was in a room across the valley, so we all had to walk through said valley to get to the other door in the other mountain. I opened the door, and it was breathtaking. The lighting was surreal; There was a storm raging in the sky, but it was still fairly light in the valley; almost like day-time (or maybe more like dusk). I looked up at the sky; the lightning was more like fireworks. It was exploding. I know it was lightning though. It was distinctly lightning, and yet it wasn't behaving like it. Every bolt spread out in a starburst before striking. It looked amazing. Class Again In this fragment, I was also in a class, but it was a different one. I was in an outdoor amphitheater-type classroom. There was a big stage at the front, where the teacher(s; a man and a woman) were demonstrating the stuff we were learning. It may or may not have been dirty... Once class was over, I was waiting for my ride, and so I looked around; I was sitting in the top-left corner of the room. To my left, instead of a wall, was a steep (but not too steep to climb) grassy hill. There was a huge floor-to-ceiling window behind me, at the back of the room, but I didn't look out of it to see what was there. My ride showed up in the form of my younger cousin, who just graduated high school.
(catching up on a few days' worth of Dream Journal entrees... so they're not too detailed) July 03, 2014 Airplanes I remember taking about 6 rides in an airplane from one place to another. I don't remember much about the landscape or even what I did during the flights... I think I was the co-pilot for at least half of them. Cuddles I was at an old friend's place. I've known him since middle school. My roommate was also there, for part of the time, and maybe one or two other people. We were all watching a movie, or something... I was sitting next to him on the couch, and I remember that a few people left, and then it was us two, and my roommate left. I leaned on his shoulder, and he put his arm around me, and suddenly we were snuggling up to each other like it was totally natural. We cuddled for a while, and would have done other things if Kristin wasn't there... He whispered in my ear that I should text him when we left. Then, when we did leave, I was standing outside with her as we waited for our ride (I think it was her boyfriend, but I'm not sure) and I texted my friend, "Sooo... should I come back in?" And I was horny as fuck, man. He texted me back: "Yesssss." But I woke up as I was climbing the stairs to his room. Little Boy There was a little boy living at my house. That's all I remember, haha!
July 02, 2014 Jail Time I was with my family, being held captive in some sort of large building or jail. Every once in a while, some people would go to the other building for the day; I'm not sure what was in that other building, but I remember feeling a great fear for it, so it must not have been anything good... In my dream, they called on me and my brother to go to the other building. I was so terrified, but the warden, or some other guy in charge, helped us escape. He was the one who guided us to the other building, and instead of taking us in there, he veered off to the left with us, and led us into a small house on the side. It was his house, apparently. There was a stuffed deer thing... like... how to describe it. It had the head, but the neck was missing (it was just the bones), and the body, starting at the shoulders, was there... but only about a foot of it. the rest was all cut off, too. It was very eerie. I had said something about it, and my brother said, "Well of course they have it, how else would they be able to eat every day?" Perfect for LARP! I was with my mom and dad at some large mall. There was greenery everywhere, like a greenhouse. We were wondering where everyone was; we were there with other people. I found out that my uncle Floyd was offering to make dinner that night, even though he was already building a shed, giving a dog a bath, and doing everyone's' homework. Then, I heard music that was familiar at the core of me, but which I couldn't name. It turned out to be the Mr. Rodger's Neighborhood music; my aunt Jordan was watching the show in one of the shops in the mall. (and, it's funny, the tune I heard in my dream was the actual Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood tune, even though I haven't heard it in at least 15 years) Anyways, I wanted to go check out one of the shops, since it was having a sale outside the store. I was looking through the sale items, and found a dress that would be perfect for larping. My mom found me then, and told me we were heading out, but I asked them all to wait for a moment while I tried the dress on. When I got to the dressing rooms, there was only one left open, and so I went in; but the door didn't close all the way. When it locked, the door hung open about a whole foot, especially from the right angle. I wasn't as worried about it because it was a women's dressing room, and so I tried to dress on anyways. Except, as I was taking off my pants, a little boy and his mother were on the way out of the dressing rooms, and had to stop to give back the unwanted items. The little boy looked through the gap in the door right at me in my underwear, and the mother noticed, and covered her son's eyes, calling me a whore. "Just because there's a corset and some lace and you show a bit of leg skin, you think you're so sexy!" She berated me. Then, she must have been so busy telling me off, that she was so confused as to accidentally come into the dressing room instead of leaving. The scene sort of shifts, and I'm still in the LARP outfit, but there are more people, and there is also suddenly a bench along the wall in front of me, and so I was going to sit down next to the mother and the boy, who seemed to not have remembered what just happened. I decided not to sit with them, since the mother had been so rude to me, and instead sit next to two or three middle-school aged girls. One of them is holding what looks like a tampon, but not quite like a tampon. A girl across from us sees it, and asks, "Is it one of those?!" The girl nods, very shyly, and I get the feeling I have missed something, like there is some new product out, now. "Wait, is it your first time?" I ask the girl. She shakes her head. "This is a training tampon... I haven't started yet..." And then I woke up.
July 01, 2014 In A Cabin? I vaguely remembered a fragment of a dream where I was in a cabin with some folks. I don't remember who, or what we were doing in the cabin. I think there was a large window overlooking a hillside, but I'm not sure. It also felt a bit like a pool : / Grandpa's Birthday I was at Oma and Grandpa's house; we were all celebrating my grandpa's 91st birthday (which is actually coming up very soon; July 4th!). It should have been a happy occasion, except that Grandpa had insisted that he wouldn't live for another year, and so he was giving us all presents in case he missed our next birthdays... (Annnnd I'm tearing up as a type this) All the presents were hidden through out the house, with written puzzle clues for each of us. A lot like what Oma used to do on all our birthdays when I was a kid; we'd have a sort of scavenger hunt, each with a new and elaborate theme and plot. My riddle was something along the lines of "Where the biggest bird once roosted." I checked a room in their house that doesn't exist IRL, but that room was totally empty. I knew what I had to find, but I'd forgotten which room it was in; I needed to find a big writing desk. It used to have a large bird wooden sculpture on it. I found the desk in Oma and Grandpa's bedroom (I haven't been in their bedroom in years, I think. I remember what it's like but I'm honestly not sure I would recognize it if I saw it today), against the wall with the door to the hallway. I opened the drawer in the desk, and found a series of small gifts. They were all sentimental things. Each and every one of the items was something right out of my childhood, though I can't remember what they were now. Grandpa was in the room when I found my presents, and I started to cry. Grandpa, in that moment, looked a young as he was in the photos of when my parents first introduced us, the day I came home from the hospital. Now I'm freaking out that this dream was some sort of sign... D:
June 29, 2014 Amusement Parking Troubles I was at the amusement park with Kristin, her boyfriend, Zukin, and my family. I was either high or slightly drunk, and we got in line to go on the Top Thrill Dragster. I remember being in the line and a bit wobbly, and then we were in the seats, and I was getting nervous because the harnesses were a lot more sparse than I remembered them being the last time I was on the ride... But I was trying to look unphased because Zukin, sitting next to me, was freaking out, so I was like putting my arms up in the air, then remembered that you're not really allowed to do that on this ride, because of how fast it accelerates. I was trying to explain the ride to her, but the red light turned green really quickly and we were off. I had been leaning forward when we started moving, and I was having trouble looking up again. I felt the ride go up, and the weightless feeling as it summited the peak and started going down, and I actually almost lifted right out of the seat, so I was grabbing onto whatever I could to keep from flying away. After that, we were all walking toward Millennium Force, but we got separated, and decided to meet up at a restaurant-type place. We walked around to the back, and waited there. It was empty; there were barely any people there. It was all brown and not well lit, it actually reminded me a bit of one of the parties Zukin and I had tried to get into in Berlin, but one of the guys in our group hadn't been let in because he wasn't 21 yet; so we'd all left. As we lounged around, waiting for the rest of the group to get there, two cars came driving through the outside portion of the cafe/restaurant. I asked the driver on one of the cars what they were doing, since this wasn't a road or parking lot. The driver had thought this was a parking lot, but I told them it wasn't again, and then left, trying to find a place to park. It was strange. Research Award I was in school, and had had to write and present a science research paper. I had done my research on Burgerfi frozen custard and what made it different from other frozen custards (haha!). I ended up getting an award for it! I was out of the classroom when they announced the award winners, so I didn't know I'd won anything until one of my classmates came and found me near the bathroom, where I'd been. He told me I'd won, and I was super surprised, because I had completely BS'd the ENTIRE thing. My classmate handed me the award certificate, and told me the actual award was in the fridge in the classroom (dunno why there was a fridge in the classroom) We went back to the classroom (which was like a small movie theater) and I opened the fridge at the front left corner of the room to get my award, but I couldn't find it in there. I saw the other three awards, but not mine. I told my friend this, and he was all embarrassed. He'd forgotten that he'd put it somewhere else for safe keeping, and went to go get it. The awards were these delicate and intricately folded pure-white papers. They were folded into little pouches, with red ribbon curling delicately around it, and inside the pouch was a white orchid of some sort. My classmate came back with my award and the feedback sheet. Pros: The work I'd done with a component of the frozen custard (I can't remember what it was called, but it started with Ly---) was excellent. Cons: I shouldn't name chemical formulas that are not used anywhere in the research (evidence of my BSing the whole thing, but I guess the rest of it was great). The other thing we all got with the award was a whole pineapple, haha! Adult Children's Museum I was at some sort of conference for women. I was with 9 other random women, and we were choosing the location for the conference; we picked a sort of hands-on museum for adults. If you've ever been to the children's museum on Navy Pier in Chicago, it was a lot like that, but designed for adults. We got into the building, which was all colorful and fun looking (I saw it first from a top corner, so I got a bird's eye view of the whole place), and I was so excited because I'm such a kid at heart. I found out they had a man for each of us. I think the deal was that we would each get to pick one of the men to go around the place with, and they had to basically do anything we wanted for the whole day (and night ;D). I picked a 24-ish-year-old guy with dark hair and blue eyes. I swear whoever organized the event had made sure that all of us would find our ideal guy in that group of men. The oldest woman in my group, who was maybe 40, picked the youngest guy, who was 19 and looked like Rocky (skin-tight gold underwear and all).
June 28, 2014 Walk-Through-Walls Drug? I was with Zukin, either at the Doctor's office or at a friend's house... I can't clearly remember which it was. It was probably both at the same time, which is why I am so unsure about it. The friend was holding a party, but it wasn't going well; people were getting bored, and two girls started talking smack about Zukin, so we decided to leave the party. We'd heard during the party (I think the person who told us was the Doctor who was there. The doctor was actually one of my classmates in my master's program) that there was a place to get a new drug, which would allow us to walk through walls. Apparently, you had to eat/drink the drug (I forget which it was), and then lay down for five minutes before it would work. So Zukin and I get to the place where the drugs are, and there is a random guy with us. We'd met him on the way and found out he was also going to get the drug, so we all went together. We took it, laid down. After five minutes, I got up and ran at a wall, but hit it and don't go through. I start punching the wall, but nothing happens. I turned to Zukin, who also couldn't walk through the walls, and we realized that the guy we'd met wasn't there anymore; it had all been a scam. So Zukin and I were left to wander the city, drugged up on who knew what. It was very hazy from there on out. I remember being on a very tall and fairly wide bridge with low railings on the sides. Zukin had stumbled, but she was near the center of the bridge, so she didn't fall over the edge. Terrified Asian Kid I was in some sort of club or group, as was my brother, Bob. The group had created a TShirt, but I hadn't gotten one because I wasn't sure they would turn out very well. But when we got them, they were way cool, and I was upset that I hadn't ordered one. So I went to the club president and asked if there was any way I could get one. I get the feeling that I had previously told the president I liked him, but he'd rejected me. Anyways, he told me "I'll do everything in my power to make sure you get a shirt, don't worry!" And kept coming over to me to suggest solutions. He came over so many times I got annoyed with him and ended up going to sit on the doorstep of the club building. Outside was a large field. It looked like the field in front of the chapel at the private boarding school my cousin goes to. There was some sort of graduation going on. It looked like a 6th grade graduation, or something. Younger kids. I think it was a rehearsal, since none of the kids were dressed nicely; they were all wearing normal school clothes. Then a younger child comes out of nowhere. She's wearing red, and she looks Asian. She is supposed to sing a song during the ceremony... They have her go into the building I'm in, with the party, and so I have to move for her... It was a bit eerie, actually. She just starts walking toward me, singing in a low voice, especially for a young girl, with her hands held together. She reminded me of a little monk or something. She didn't even slow down as she moved toward the door in which I sat, so I had to scramble out of the way at the last minute. She was in there for less than a minute, and when she came back out, her face was cherry-red and she looked like she was going to burst into explosive sobs any second now. She looked terrified, but kept on walking, back to the group of graduating students. The Teacher/Principal (whoever was organizing the event) suddenly said, "Maybe I'll reconsider..." I assume she meant that she'd not have the little girl go through that building for the real ceremony.
After a dry spell this whole week, I finally dreamt again! I've been adjusting to a new sleep schedule since I just started graduate school... Anyways: June 27,2014 Mr. Face I was with Zukin in a classroom. The tables were arranged in a square with one edge missing; the missing edge faced the whiteboard. I sat on the left edge, toward the back, and Zukin sat next to me. The Face was our teacher (But I'm not sure if it was actually the Face. It didn't feel like him. But I specifically remember that he looked and sounded like The Face, with his patchy, colorful clothes and his singsong voice) So, we were in this class, and the Face was our teacher. He was getting all enthusiastic about the World. He started to draw on the board, and I realized he was drawing a world map. It was incredibly accurate. I looked down at my notebook for a few seconds; it was blank. When I looked back up, the world map was finished and the oceans were half-filled-in with this super intricate pattern made with three different colors. Then, we were in a different classroom. It was my 7th grade science classroom. I was sitting on the right side this time, in the back (this room was arranged in three rows). The whole right wall in that classroom was windows into a little courtyard that no one was ever allowed into. I cant remember what the Face was "teaching" us here, but I do remember that we had snack time, and Zukin had brought some pineapples and was sharing them with me. Schizzo Parking Garage I was in some sort of Men In Black- or Jacky Chan-type movie. I don't know what makes me say that, I just woke up with the feeling that that's what it felt like. I was with some people, but I don't remember who, and we were driving in this packed, crowded, narrow city. It reminded me of Hanoi. Whoever I was with was going with me to our friend's apartment there. We drove around, looking for a place to park, and eventually went with a parking garage (that, now that I am fully awake and thinking about it, has been in at least one dream before!). This garage is very big... Like, everything seems like it's 1.5x scale. We found a spot, and walked from there to my friend's house. When we got there, my friend was half-naked with two women in his bed. He didn't want to open the door because the women were there, but I blackmailed him, telling him that if he didn't open the door, he'd go to jail. He finally opened the door... As I stepped through the door, it was like going back in time. I was suddenly back in the car, looking for a place to park. I pulled into the parking garage, parked the car, and we left the building, but I realized I needed to go back for some reason. I remember something about a large locker that I needed to make sure would be safe. I don't know why I didn't just leave it in the car... It may have been strapped to the top of the car, and I was worried someone would take it. So I took it down from the top of the car, and set it upright next to the car, looking around. I go up to the second floor (the car was parked on the first floor) and it has become this sort of posh-looking waiting room. It seemed very 90's to me, if that makes sense. I asked someone if there were lockers to keep belongings in (why put a locker inside another locker: I don't know), but she said there weren't any, and I went back down to the level my car was on. But the first level had become this weird basement storage area. Lots of old doors and windows were all over the place, leaning up on walls. The space was narrow and a bit claustrophobic, and I left without looking for the car and locker. I found my friends waiting for me outside the structure, and we went to our friend's house again. I noticed that his apartment building looked like my IRL apartments on the outside, but on the inside it was arranged differently; each floor was basically a stretched octagonal room with doors on each of the corners (so, think of a rectangle with the corners chopped off and doors put there). We waited at his door for about ten minutes and he wasn't opening it at all, and we couldn't hear anything from inside. I started to wonder if he was dead or asleep or something, and we left. On the way back to the garage, I had picked up an alcoholic beverage, and accidentally opened it before I remembered I was going to be driving really soon. I couldn't reseal it, so I tried to hide it. When we got back to the garage, it was still a bit off; it was about half-way between the way it originally was and how it had been the second time, if that makes sense. So it still had aspects of both versions. I found my car and the locker, put the locker back on top of the car, and just as I was about to get into the car, a police officer came up and started talking to me. I had the drink in my hand, and the cop noticed, but didn't seem at all worried about it. I said, "You're not going to give me a ticket or a warning or anything? This is alcoholic, you know..." "Nah, it's not a big deal." "Really...." "Yup. Just, you know, drive extra carefully," and he nudged me conspiratorially with a grin and wink. It was super weird and creepy so I got in the car and left, then woke up. Playground of HORROR I was with an old friend; we were children. We were on a playground that was deserted except for us. Everything was gray... We climbed through one of those tunnels on the jungle-gym, and then she suggested we climb up onto something that I can't remember the name of. She called it something specific... It was this big contraption... It's hard to describe, but I'll try. I was basically four polls sticking high into the air, and at the top was a sort of upside-down bowl with handles along the rim. There were ladders along the four polls. We climbed up and were crawling on top of the bowl, and then my friend told me to grab on tight to one of the handles along the rim, and I did... then she did the same on the exact opposite side, and it started to spin. It wasn't so bad at first, since it was just spinning on a horizontal axis, but then it started spinning vertically too, so I was upside down ad left and right and all over the place, and even when I knew I was oriented normally, it felt like I was hanging up, as if gravity was all messed up. It was terrifying and I was screaming for it to stop. It didn't stop, and my hands were getting tired, and I was terrified that if I let go, I would be thrown into space and die, but when my hands gave up and let go, I was gently set back on the ground by some unseen and unknown dream force. Then I woke up.
June 24, 2014 I didn't remember ANY dreams from the night. That made me sad. It's understandable though, since I'm adjusting to a new sleep schedule (thank you Graduate School!) But, I did take a nap, and remember snippets of a dream: I was with at least Zukin and one other, though I don't remember who it was. The other person was driving us around in a car or an ATV of some sort. We drove through a really winding, up-and-down path through various landscapes. Part of it was through thick woods with very little light getting through the canopy, part was through an open savannah-type field, part was on a rocky ocean coast... Zukin was getting MAJORLY car-sick, so we stopped for a bit and talked to some random people that happened to be there, but I don't remember anything about what we discussed or even what kind of people or how many of them there were. Then we had to get going, because we had to drive back in time for something-or-other. We got back in the vehicle and started on the drive back: It was now dark, and the road seemed MUCH narrower than it had been before, and I began to wonder if we had accidentally taken the wrong road... But all the same landmarks were there. At some point toward the end of the dream, there was a large vehicle coming toward us. The headlights were super bright, and it was going pretty fast, but whoever was driving our vehicle didn't seem worried... Then I woke up.
June 23, 2014 I was traveling with my dad (or rather, someone's dad. I wasn't "me" in this dream, but I don't know exactly who I was), and we had just walked through a large garden/yard, with paths cutting across in various spots. (Whoa, I just remembered a dream from ages ago) We came up to a large house (two floors, lots of glass windows, I could see a huge TV on the ground floor) in a bowl-like yard. As we walked toward the house, to the left was a row of other, much smaller houses along a street. I don't remember noticing what was on the right side or behind the house (OMG I just remembered another dream from a long time ago. Shit, man) That night, I was sitting outside the house, looking at the roofs of the line of houses to the left of the house. There was something strange about the gable of the house at the end of the row, closest to the garden/yard we'd come through to get to the house, though I can't remember exactly what ws strange about it. I just know that I was staring at it, inspecting it, trying to figure out why that different thing about it was different. Then, there was a mother and her son walking in from that garden. I blinked, and I was out of my body, watching the mother and son running through that garden moments before. Then, I watched through the mother's eyes as she and her son jumped over a fence in the garden, figured out it was an enclosure, and jumped back over. I (she) was searching for something, but I didn't know what it was. I just knew that safety was just a little bit further ahead, but it was always just a little bit further ahead. Behind me, hopefully far behind me and my son, was an abusive husband-an abusive father. We'd run away from him. My son and I descended into the bowl-yard (holy shit I keep remembering really random dreams from years ago) and got separated. I panicked. I looked every direction, but I heard a loud, sharp, painful BANG, more panic, I started running without much direction, looking for my son, when there was another BANG and everything stopped... I left the POV of the mother then, and was seeing through my own eyes again; the mother and son had been two animals. I had thought they were human at first, since it was dark and I couldn't see well. I think they were deer, but I'm not certain. I turned to my right to see my father, holding a smoking shotgun. "Why did you kill them...?" I was shocked and so sad. "It was just a momma and her baby...!" I suddenly got super angry at him, and stormed off into the house. I ignored him for the rest of the night, and wouldn't speak to him the next morning. He kept trying to make me feel better, or to make up for killing the animals, but he wouldn't give me the one thing I wanted, which was an apology. He wasn't sorry at all, and that's why I was so fracking mad. I had sat down in front of the huge TV at some point that day, but couldn't get it to work; there was some sort of password to make it work, and I didn't know it. I asked my father, who was in the kitchen, if he was at all sorry about shooting the son. He'd shot the young one first. "He was so young..." But my father still wasn't sorry. I was so angry that I just left the house alltogether. I stood outside, wondering what I could possibly do. It wasn't much, but I decided to make a small memorial for the mother and son in the spot where the son had been shot. I went back inside to watch TV, since my father had gotten it working, but as I was searching for a channel, it turned off and I couldn't get it to turn back on. So I went back outside, and suddenly, where I'd made the memorial, there was a bank drive-thru. My dream self (who still wasn't really me) didn't seem to be surprised, haha. I walked up to the teller and asked to withdraw $10 from my account. The teller smiled and asked me when I would like the withdrawal to arive at my house. "Can't I just get the money now...?" "Oh, no, you need a Start Account for that. Normal accounts can only withdraw on a 2-day minimum waiting period." "Well how do you know I don't have a Start Account...?" I asked. The teller pointed to a few people who were suddenly there. They all had a small blue pin on their chests. The pins had "Start" written in mirror-writing in white ink. I looked down at my own chest; I had no pin. Then I woke up.
June 22, 2014 I was with a really mixed group of my friends; Zukin was there, as were at least two people from high school (my ex and Annie, one of my best friends), as well as some people I know from random times of my college career. We were all sitting at a table in some sort of large cafeteria-type place. Maybe a dorm's dining hall on campus? Now that I think about it, all of the people i nthe group, even the ones from highschool, went to my college, except for Annie. Anyways. I digress too much. We were sitting at a large table, deciding what to do for Spring Break, which was in a few weeks. Zukin and I suggested we all go to Germany and/or Austria. The group liked the idea of that, and so we loosely decided to make it happen. We all went our separate ways. About a week later (one and a half weeks until SB). I was walking around downtown, when i saw one of the girls from the group, a friend from high school (actually, from middle school! Wow. Known her a long time) was walking dwn the street with bright, bright orange hair. I asked her what was up, and she said she had gone to the salon to get her hair colored, and they'd told her she could walk around outside while the color set. She'd gone walking around, and forgotten to go back, and her hair had turned bright orange like this. She was skeptical about whether or not she would be going on the trip or not because of this. I told her it looked awesome (I love orange) and that even if she didn't like it, she could just re-dye it before the trip. She said she'd get back to me about it. Jump ahead about half a week, and I'm online, looking at flight prices. I found a super great deal, and booked it right away, then messaged everyone in the group about it. They all said they would get the tickets very soon... Jump again to the day before we leave for the trip; I am staying the night at Annie's apartment and for some reason my ex needed a place to stay that night, so Annie invited him, too. We all talked about the trip, and I found out that Annie had forgotten to get her ticket, so I was really worried that she wouldn't be able to go anymore, but we got online and found that tickets were still available for that flight. The next morning, we all met up at the airport. It's the same airport that's always in my dreams. This airport is... a bit hard to describe. It's got bits from all the airports I've ever been in, as well as some aspects of Grand Central Station in Chicago and some of the train stations Zukin and I went to in Germany (like the entrance of Stuttgart HBF) The airport is even more maze-like than most real airports, causing my dream self to have gotten lost multiple times... There are also two different runways that I've seen in this airport... Anyways, we got to Germany in one piece. I don't remember much about the plain ride. We got to Germany, and I got the rental car we'd arranged. Zukin and I went, by memory, to a campsite we had gone to in Austria before. But the road there was like the one in the beginning of Spirited Away. We were all in two cars, since we were so many people, and at some point the other car lost us. But at that point it was just one road and they couldn't go the wrong way without tearing through gobs of trees, so we didn't worry about them. Oh. Did I mention we were all in full larp gear? Well, we were. Apparently the campsite in Austria was having a special event for larpers. Zukin and I were trying to get them all into larp. We park the car when we reach the site, get out, and head toward the registration desk. There are so many people. It's more like a ren-fair than a larp event. At least, there were way more people than any larp event I've been to. We lost one of the guys in the group (oddly enough, the one person in the group that wasn't a person I know IRL) Mel (the one I've known since middle school) asked, "Where's Bret (or Brad. I couldn't hear too well over the noise of the larpers around us) Garrett?" "I dunno. The reservation is under his name though..." I waved my hand. "He'll be fine, and I can speak German so it's all good." We got up to the desk and I asked in German if we could check in. The women responded in English, with a pretty fake accent. "Name?" "It'll be under Bret (or Brad) Garrett." The woman, who was rather large but very very friendly looking, looked through some papers, and then handed them to me, adding, "You know, you can stay for free if you go into the woods, have a drink, and tell three strangers you love them." I went back to the group and told them about the deal. Everyone seemed pretty okay with it, and as we were heading toward the woods, Bret/Brad came hastily over, hiding behind us. "Those guys jumped out of nowhere and started singing weird shit at me...!" I turned and saw a group of young men, each with an instrument, singing love songs to Bret/Brad. I think the people from the other car were just joining us as I woke up. I was laughing at Bret/Brad.
June 20, 2014 Loud Soup I was in a really, really tall building. The room I was in was sort of sticking out of the building, so that the floor beneath my feet were some thousand feet in the air. I remember looking out the window and being terrified because there was nothing holding the floor up except that it was attached to the building's wall. I was with an old woman and her granddaughter, who was a little older than I am (I'm 22 in case you're wondering) We were eating soup, and I was for some reason swallowing REALLY loudly every single time. I tried to be quiet about it, but couldn't make my swallowing less noisy haha! She Got A COW?! I was living in a coastal city; there was a huge crane building something in the harbor, and there were two or three very, VERY large sailing ships. I was there with the backpacking group; we all lived there and worked on building things in town. We lived in dorms and our lives were fairly well controlled, but not oppressed. One day we had a field trip to a city along the coast; we were going to take a tour of a mall/factory thing. We all got on a bus, and a large screen reading 5100 turned on. As the bus moved, the meter ticked down (it was at 5010 or so when we got to the location) and it marked how far we could each walk for the day, but I don't remember what units it was in. During the bus ride, I remember turning toward the window to look out over the ocean, and as we crossed a large suspension-ish bridge, I could see the huge crane from our hometown, as well as the huge boats. When we got to the mall/factory, it was decided that Zukin would be our group's leader, and she started making really weird faces at us all. As I get off the bus, I make a note to myself to get a new wallet while we're at the mall/factory, since my old one was getting worn-out. So, Zukin had this weird look on her face basically the whole tour. It was a bit like that face you make when you're pretending to be a fish. We walked through the entrance into a large, high-roofed room with shops along the walls. It was oval-ish in shape, and we walked toward a hallway to our right. It led to a production line-type-thing where we learned how they took these large black stones and carved them along one edge to reveal bright, rainbow iridescent layers. Then they carved a flat line for a base to stand it up on, and then patters along the edges. On the other flat side, they carved it so that there was only a very, very thin layer of black on top of the next colorful layer. They then carved pictures into that edge. The pictures were all different, and because the black layer was so thin, what ever got carved out wasn't a deep cut, but still revealed the rainbow beneath, and so the pictures that were revealed were really colorful This about those scratch-away art pages that were so popular in the 90s. At the end of the tour, we each got one to take home. Mine had an anime-style picture of a girl with long hair and bangs leaning on her elbows. She was laying on her stomach on a bed, and a blanket was covering her from the stomach down. She was holding a book in her hands and looking at the POV with a surprised look on her face. Zukin got a cow on her picture. I was so jealous. Anyways, we all got food, as well. There was oatmeal and yogurt, and fruit and such. It was a very breakfast-y thing. I sat down at the table, so that Zukin, who was at one of the heads of the table, was to my right. So I was in the seat to her left. I suddenly realized that everyone else had sat on the other side of the table, not next to me. I suddenly felt really alone and inadequate and unwanted, and then I woke up.
Updated 06-22-2014 at 11:35 PM by 69491
June 19, 2014 LOTS AND LOTS OF SHIT. I was pregnant in this dream. I don;t remember if I was in my home-town or my college-town, since the main streets from both cities were definitely in the dream... Maybe I was in both cities at some point in the dream. So I had no idea who the father was, for some reason. Everyone at the office at which I worked assumed it was my coworker, who said he loved me. But I'd refused him because I didn't love him. In my dream, the part I remember most was in the car on the way to the hospital for a checkup in the last few weeks before I was due. I was asking my mom, who was driving me, if it was okay to use an epidural. She said it was fine, and I was relieved because I didn't think I could handle the pain (though IRL, I probably can. I'm always hurting myself and get migraines so natural childbirth should be a piece of cake ;D *bricked*) I remember that my mom started ranting about all the shit (literally) involved with childbirth, and I was laughing. Light Switch All I remember is that it was pitch black, COMPLETELY pitch black (like a complete blackout in a cave. NO. LIGHT. AT ALL) and I was trying to find a light switch. Blitzball I vaguely remember being immersed in water. I may have been playing Blitzball.
June 17, 2014 I was living in an apartment with my mom and little brother. But it wasn't my real brother. There seemed to be some sort of sickness going around that turned the body stiff until the person died, and my brother got it. We found him on the couch in the living room... Mom was suddenly really anxious and said we had to move, like RIGHT THEN. She started packing her bags, and I went to my closet to pack my things, but there were too many things and I had to decide what to keep and what to throw out. I was getting more and more anxious because I wanted to pack up everything, but mom was already finished packing and walking out the door. I was crying and yelling, "Wait for me don't leave mom...! I'm almost done, I promise...! Don't leave, don't leave... Wait... Don't leave...!" I kept repeating those words as I tried to pack everything, but I couldn't see well because of the tears. But mom just put her bags down by the door and came over calmly to help me finish, wiping my tears away and telling me repeatedly she wouldn't ever leave me behind. I think I was a younger child in this dream. Maybe 6 or 7 or so.
June 16, 2014 Night Sky I was with the backpacking club, camping in the field behind my house for some reason. It's dark out already, but it's a warm night, so we're all wearing shorts and maybe a hoodie or something. I remember laying on the ground underneath the tree I climbed all the time as a kid. I was looking up at the stars through the sparse leaves; the tree is old, and not as full as it once was. As I lay there, Ivan comes and lays down perpendicular to me, and we start talking as we look up at the sky. I remember the sky being overly bright. Like, in this picture with the celestial objects as they would appear if they were only brighter. All these things are actual size, believe it or not. Anyways, the sky was so beautiful. I don't remember what exactly Ivan and I were talking about, but I remember being confused in my dream as to whether he was trying to be romantic or trying to just be a good friend. After a while, Dan walks by, asking if he can build a fire. Ivan and I both say that it's not allowed here, but that he can make a fire down in the woods (which makes no sense whatsoever. There's a fire-pit in my backyard so it would have been fine). Dan and a few of the others leave to go make a fire, and then Ivan moves so that he's laying right next to me and we lay in silence for a while until I wake up. Silly Baby I took a nap later in the afternoon, and had this dream: I was in my apartment, and a friend from highschool, Kelcey, and her husband live in the unit right next to mine. I was sitting in my living room with the screen door open to let some breeze in, and Kelcey's baby (she actually has one) crawls in and starts wondering my apartment. I get up and follow her, letting her explore but being careful to watch her to make sure she doesn't hurt herself or anything. I let her go on until she reaches the bathroom, then I pick her up and carry her back to the living room, where I find Kelcey standing at the screen door. Her husband is in a beanbag chair out on my little patio. I hand her the baby all nonchalant, as if it were a routine we had, and invited them all inside. Kelcey asked if I had a tin of nuts because she was ravenous. I found some in the cupboard and brought them out to her, and then woke up.
Updated 06-17-2014 at 07:19 AM by 69491
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