Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I did a guided relaxation track by Kelly Howell right before I fell asleep, and had a very intense, yet extremely happy dream. I felt it was very symbolic.

It was New Year's Eve 2010, going into 2011. It was nighttime, just before midnight, maybe an hour or so away. The air was warm, like a summer night. I was with my mom and dad, and was going to get my best friend whom I consider a sister, Mary Katherine (Mk). We were at a house in a cul de sac in our neighborhood, one that was apparently our house in the dream.

I had a feeling it was the end of the world, but I wasn't frightened at all. I was anticipatory and excited, yet I had this overwhelming sensation of calm. I went to go pick up Mk, and when we got back to the house, we got out of the car. I told Mk my feeling, and she seemed skeptical. Then, in the sky, I saw a big, circular opening in the clouds, and it was moving around quickly. I understood it to be God. It was kind if like something I saw in a music video once:

I told her to look up, and pointed out the hole in the clouds. Mk looked, and immediately said
"I know what that is."
We rushed over to the front porch, where my parents were. We told them about the phenomenon in the sky. My mom looked up and smiled. My dad scoffed. Even so, I didn't get frustrated or upset with him, because, even though he was skeptical, I knew he would be ok.

The winds picked up. It was almost like we were in the vortex of a tornado, but I could see the wind. It was clear, not dusty or dirty. Just clear. I can't explain it better than that. It blew all around us, and more kept coming in waves. Even though we were being hit by this wind, it did not phase us. It wasn't a harsh cold wind either, it was a cool wind that felt like it could blow us off our feet, but we stayed planted to the spot. My dad was getting frustrated, and said, very sarcastically,
"Oh right, God is sending mini tornadoes."
Then, he dropped a whole bunch of spoons he had been holding, frustrating him even more. My mom said, in her infamous "I'm-annoyed-with-your-father" voice,
"Calm down, Brad. You can't be in control of everything, you're not God!"
I was smiling. I still had this calm over me, despite my father's frustration and my mother's annoyance at him. I dropped to my knees, and my mom and Mk followed suit. We joined hands. My father still didn't understand what we were doing, and he voiced that. The tornado-like phenomena kept whipping up and blowing at us, but we could not be shaken.

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I went to an elementary school choir concert. I had to sit by these girls who were talking about "horny sex" (is there any other kind? ). A little boy sat by me and saw I had a box of toys. I offered him a stuffed lion, but he said he was too old for that. He spotted a neon yellow bouncy ball and took that and started playing with it. I was not happy about it, because he kept throwing it around the aisles. I thought he'd get in trouble, in turn, getting me in trouble. He never did though. I feel like I went to the concert a few times in the dream.

Then, it turned into some Epic Mickey game, where I had to squirt paint thinner on this boss. We were in some big arena. It switched back and forth from me actually being in the game to me just playing it. The boss could still get me when the game was paused. Then, the boss was some vegetarian black lady, whom I kept trying to distract from trying to kill me by asking her questions about why she was a vegetarian.