Krista's Dream Journal

I slept so hard last night that recall is a little difficult. I rarely sleep so well that I can't remember waking up in the middle of the night, but I didn't awaken at all till around 7am. An awesome night of sleep, but recall sometimes suffers for that.

Dream - Lucid

I somehow got my old job back at the coffee shop. They needed me to be there for an 8am shift. I remember imagining myself in the coffee shop trying to catch up with all the changes I've missed. The coffee shop looked a little different as well, mostly just spacier.

Then, I was waking up in my bed. It was 8am and I was supposed to be at work, but I was in no hurry (that would not be the case in waking life). I was putting my socks on by the foot of the bed. I thought about texting someone at work just to tell them I was about to leave my house. At this point, it was a little after 8. I briefly thought about how I was supposed to be there at 8, not get up at 8, but I shrugged it off.

Then, something about my friend being sick, or me being sick. This part took place in my room and possibly other places in the house.

I then was walking outside by a small in-ground swimming pool. It looked like the outside of a hotel. It was a sunny day, and people were swimming in the pool, but they were all concentrated towards the middle; none were on the edges of the pool. I was with someone, I'm not sure who, but we walked past the pool towards a water slide or small water park.

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I was looking out my bedroom window, and there was an old, beat up red car with a small tree branch stuck in the windshield wipers driving through the back yard. What. The. Fuck. I was a little miffed about that, not to mention a bit confused as to why someone would be driving through the yard when there was a perfectly good road to use.

I was then outside in the driveway. It was a sunny day. I looked into the back yard, and the car was still trudging through the grass. I approached the car, and a big, redneck middle-aged woman stepped out. I could see there was another woman in the car with her in the passenger's side.
"Isn't the lady who lives here selling her house?" she asked me.
"Yes, and I'm her daughter." I replied.
I wanted to tell her to get off the lawn. I know I was thinking about it, thinking of telling them they were ruining the grass and my mom wouldn't appreciate that.

While all this was happening, I was suddenly standing inside the porch, but it looked nothing like our porch in waking life. It was made of dark wood, and kind of cabin-like and rustic. In the dream it didn't seem right.

But then, I woke up.