Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I was in my old apartment, in the bathroom. I had a record player and some old CD's I was playing on it. I think I was trying to play an old Eiffel65 CD. Everything was dark, and the remote for my record player wasn't working. I wondered to myself what made me want to live alone again, since I had moved home because I didn't want to live alone. I tried the remote again, and it tried to make me enter a password on the digital screen of the player. I didn't know the password. I left the apartment, and tried to call my mom because I was lonely. I got some weird hold music and a weird pre-recorded hold message. I saw many people in beds as I was going down the stairs. I had to step over them, because it seemed like their beds were just kind of in the middle of nowhere. I remember one of the sleeping people being an old friend, Alex.

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I was shopping for bargian Christmas decorations and ornaments for my mom. I found a few, but they were ones she had bought and returned because she ended up not liking them.

I was then in my house, looking at these things through the glass of one of our cupboards. I asked my mom some questions about them, asking if she had previously had this blue Christmas decoration that lit up. It had big, blue stars and a cartoonified Santa on top.

Then, my mom started trying to come on to me? (Fucking WEIRD), and asked me if I was a lesbian. I told her no, I was 100% straight. Then, she admittid she was a lesbian. WTF MOMENT. I was dumbfounded.

Then, I was at this scavenger hunt thing with a group of sorority girls, the leader of whom was an old friend I met when I lived in the dorms, Nicki. I was holding a cute little handbag with a swirly, multi-colored 70's pattern on it. A girl asked me how to open it, because she didn't know how. The prize for the scavenger hunt was gaining access to some secret sorority information, which I didn't care about. I was just doing the hunt to humor Nicki. We went around for awhile, finding hints and such, when I saw my mom and one of my female professors (who is very butch-looking in waking life) trying to attach some sort of tag onto a magent on a refrigerator, proclaiming that my mom was a lesbian. They were having trouble with it, and, with tears in my eyes, I helped my mom attach the tag to the fridge. It was like an ID tag, saying she was gay. I went into the next room, and my mom was laying on a couch. I was very upset with her. I yelled,
"You're not my mother!", and she didn't say anything.
I wasn't upset because she was gay, I was upset because she had hid it and tried to cover it up for so long. I was upset because she wasn't being true to herself. I asked her
"Why did you even marry dad?", to which I recieved no reply. She just gave me a solemn look.
Then, my dad appeared in place of my mom, saying that a divorce would be too expensive or something along those lines.

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I was in some sort of videogame similar to Little Big Planet. I was skateboarding up some obstacles, and kept having to restart because I kept falling back to the bottom of the course. I got to this huge, blue slide, and took a carpet-type thing and slid down it. Someone I knew from high school, an obese guy, was trailing behind me, saying that he could go faster if he wasn't so big. I was flying down the slide, having a great time.

I then figured out that my cousin was going to Germany, and taking Belle, my kitten with her for a 2 week trip. She was going to take her as a carry-on on the airplane. I had apparently agreed to let her do this, because she didn't want to go alone. I had told her that Belle was very "travel-friendly" (she's not at all in waking life). I remembered telling her this when we were very young. I regretted this decision.

Then, I was in the car with my mom, going to our house. I was crying and very upset about her taking Belle, because apparently, she had come to get her already and was gone. I tried to deny ever letting my cousin take her, but my mom told me that I had already agreed to it. I told her I wanted to change my mind, and I wanted Belle back. Nothing worked. I then figured out that they probably wouldn't let the cat over there anyway for some reason.

I started to wake up, but my head screamed "I'M DREAMING! I'M DREAMING!", but I thought it was too late. I was then back in the dream, in my room. I examined my right hand. I counted 6 fingers. I flew around a little bit, frantically thinking about my dream guide. I went down into the kitchen, and wanted to find the young black man from my previous LD. I told him to appear in the broom closet. I opened the door, and he wasn't in there. I then yelled
"Dream Guide, APPEAR!"
Nothing happened.
I started trying to float up through the ceiling, thinking about how easily I could fly in LDs now. I broke the celing, and saw lots of insulation. I floated back down, examined my hands trying to prolong the dream, but I inevitably woke up.

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I was at work, at another location we had apparently opened up. I wasn't working, just observing. It was all men who were working there, and all they were serving was cold coffee drinks and food. No hot coffee. I saw a nasty kitchen that was visible to the public through glass. I saw a little black girl, and she started telling me about how she didn't want a grilled cheese because it had so much stuff on it. I asked her what she got, and forgot what she said. She said something about her daddy buying her houses. I answered her and turned around, and a girl in line thought I was talking to her. I told her I wasn't.

Then, Andrew, a man who used to work at the shop in waking life, told me they could used my help. I said ok. I looked behind the glass and saw this nasty machine that squirted mayo on sandwiches. I gagged.

Then, I was apprently on break from work, and trying to clock back in. I saw a touch-screen computer station to clock in on, and entered my number to clock back in, and this little mechanical arm with a small arrow-point on the end emerged. It started to prod and poke my hand. It didn't hurt, but felt very uncomfortable. When it was done, it said on the screen "SPECIMEN RECOGNIZED".

Then, I was in the car at a stoplight of an intersection. My friend, Jase, was in the car in front of me. He was talking on the phone and smoking a cigarette. The car was red and submarine-like. He was trying to turn, but was very close to my car. I ignored him, when I felt someone hit my car. Apparently, Jase hadn't been paying much attention to the road. I looked up, and Jase was wrecked into my car and a jeep. The jeep was totaled. The guy inside, who was about our age, looked very annoyed. We all pulled over, and I put my emergency lights on. Jase apologized to me, and I looked at my front bumper where he had hit me, and there was nothing more than a scratch. I told him it was fine. I thought that I was probably going to be late for work, but I didn't care too much.