Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid - AP

I remember having 3 dreams about Katherine last night, but I can only remember a bit of one.

I was with Katherine outside of this movie theater. It was kind of run down. I also remember being inside one of the theaters. Throughout the dream, Katherine was carrying a laptop with her. I also remember a man being with her. He looked older and kind of messy, with messy, shoulder-length dark brown hair and some facial hair.

I remember being in the bathroom with her. She was talking to me as I looked for a stall. I found one, and noticed that there were only 3 walls of the stall, and two toilets in it. I sat down on the toilet. I peed for a long time, still talking to Katherine through the door.

Then, a black girl about my age who was with a white girl walked up. The black girl walked into the stall, which wasn't hard, since there were only 3 walls. This made me think about a comment Rman made on one of my dreams, one I had about being walked in on in a stall. I quickly forgot, however. The black girl looked at me for a minute, and I looked back. I felt kind of intruded upon, but dismissed it since there were only 3 walls, afterall. She started to change her pad while talking to the white girl that was with her.

I then remember talking to Katherine as she was sitting down inside the bathroom. She was on her laptop. I remember wanting to get out of there; wanting to leave, but I tried to be patient. I remember Katherine saying something about someone "stealing something right in front of her face." I started to think about our falling out, and hoped she didn't bring that up, because I was in no mood to argue or fight.

I then remember seeing some theme park behind a building that we were at. The sky looked cloudy, like it might rain. I was surprised that there was a theme park there, and commented on it to Katherine. I also said something about me going to Universal Studios over spring break. She said "Yeah, there's a theme park here!", and then all the sudden we were going down this green water slide with her in front of me.

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I woke up in my bed, and had to use the bathroom. I was thinking about my dreams. I felt very awake, and I stretched as I entered the bathroom. I tried to turn on the light in the part of the bathroom where the toilet and shower are, and it wouldn't come on. "I bet the other one's out too...", I thought. Then, I tried the main light, where the sinks are. It wasn't working either. "Really?", I said. I still had to use the bathroom, so whatever.

I then tried turning on the light in my room so I could at least have a little light in the bathroom. Only one lightbulb flickered. It was very dim. I then turned on a second light in my room of a second fan that was there. The same thing happened as did with the first fan light. I remember thinking that this would be a good opportunity to try a WBTB, since I felt more awake, and I had been up longer than originally planned.

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I was at my old apartment. I was in Caitlin's room. She was with our other friend Katie. They were getting ready to go to a party. They asked me to go, and I told them no, I didn't want to. They left.

Then, I was with my friend, Leigh. I was at her house. She told me Caitlin was getting too crazy and drunk at these parties, saying that she was pulling "carnival tricks" or something, trying to pull her eyes out of socket and stuff like that, and going way too far with it; it was becoming very dangerous. I thought about seeing her do that in the past. She also said that it was mostly Caitlin, and Katie was actually not as bad about it.

Then, I asked Leigh if she had any weed. She pointed out a white and grey marbled stone-made pipe that was sitting on a dresser beside a picture frame. She said there was a little left in there. She mentioned something about our friend, Bret. I started to smoke the pipe.

Then, I was riding in the car with Leigh, smoking the pipe still. I looked down into it and noticed it was out; nothing but ashes left, though some looked like they were still burning slightly. I started to feel a little high. I thought about people possibly seeing me smoking in the car, but I didn't seem to care too much, though I tried to stay alert. I was talking to Leigh.

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I was on stage at my high school's auditorium. I was holding sheet music. I was a first act for some program we were performing. I was singing; rehearsing. The song started with F quarter notes and the words were "Teenie, Teenie" at the beginning. My choir teacher said something about me being intimidated or scared about going first. I honestly thought I would be too, but I didn't feel that bad. I was singing the music, and I sounded pretty good. "Teenie" sounded like a different word as I sang it though, because I was pronouncing it weird. I thought about performing for a crowd as opposed to an empty auditorium. I didn't feel very nervous about it, surprisingly (I get VERY nervous about this kind of thing in waking life).

Then, I remember sitting out in the auditorium, watching a group of 3 sing the next song.

Then, I remember being back up there again, and this time, we were singing to die. It was strange, it was like we were all sick, and we were going to end our lives. There was one alternative that she mentioned that I didn't like (can't remember what), so my teacher suggested another, and gave me a screwdriver I was supposed to sing into and it would rip my skin off as I sang, leaving nothing but bones. I wasn't ready to die yet! I didn't want to do this. I started singing into the weird screwdriver and reading my music. Nothing really happened. I remember seeing some eighth notes on the page.

Instead of killing myself, I decided I just needed to take my dirty clothes off. I started to walk away, taking off my dirty clothes until I was down to my underwear, which I also took off. I threw it all in my hamper.