Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I was in the bonus room at my house, sitting at the table where my mom's old laptop used to be when I was younger. I was talking to Daniel online. It was like I was on Minecraft, and we were writing to one another on a dirt wall, like some kind of weird chat room almost. I would go and do something else, and Daniel would tell me when he wrote on the wall, so I'd go back to the wall and look at what he wrote. Then, I'd write something back.

I remember him writing that my "expectations of him were too high". I wrote back, I think saying something about how they weren't. We wrote many other things, all were kind of linked to our relationship in some way. We aren't dating IWL, and in the dream, we weren't either. It was weird.

Then, we were at his house. I was spending the night. He mentioned that we never have sex and that he really wanted to. We laid down in the white sheets, both already mostly naked, and he started to kiss me. I started to kiss him back. He was immediately ready to have sex, and we were about to, when someone walked up to us and started talking to Daniel. He was polite and talked back. As soon as the guy left, he wanted to pick up where we left off, but I looked at the time. 10:00 or maybe it was 10:30, one of those. I had to be up and ready for work. I told him so, and he was, again (apparently), disappointed.

I also remember being with him somewhere else, though I can't recall where. He was wearing a dark red shirt.

There was also one point in this dream where I became lucid, but I quickly lost it.

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I was in a parking lot, and in an empty parking space was this bundle of large silver and black balls. They looked metallic. I touched them, and they felt weird, like they were liquid and solid. After poking at them for awhile, it dawned on me that it was probably mercury, which is, as we all know, toxic. It was too late though, I had already touched them. I wasn't too terribly concerned about it; there wasn't much I could do at that point.

Then, I was watching a movie with someone in the glassed-in porch in my house, and the large balls appeared in the movie in an explosion. The movie mentioned something about uranium. I said to whoever I was watching the movie with
"I had a dream about this, and I've never seen this movie before!"

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I was in a waiting room somewhere. Someone had asked to meet with me in private. I was called back, and led into a room by an overweight woman with unnatural dark red hair. We sat down at her desk, her on one side and me on the other. The room was dark; no lights were turned on. She pulled out a pipe and some weed, and offered me some. I had a little bit. I thought it was weird, but cool, that this woman smoked. She then got a little more serious as she started the conversation.
"Krista, you made a 77 on the GRE."
I replied
"Is that the combined score or the raw score?"
She didn't answer, and continued on with
"I think you should reconsider applying to graduate schools."
I then proceeded to explain to her how I screwed up the math part, and I wasn't going to send those scores in anyway. I probably mentioned that I was going to retake it. She just continued to look at me with a serious look on her face. She didn't nod or acknowledge anything I had said.

She then got up and started to talk in a more cheery manner about personal matters. She left the room for a second. I stood up and saw her stash on a book shelf. I thought about taking some, but decided better of it. She'd probably notice, and I wouldn't want to get caught stealing her illegal substances. Shortly thereafter, she walked back in the room, still going on about personal things.

This dream was the most vivid of all the ones I had. For some reason, it just seemed very real.

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I was sitting on the couch in Jake's apartment. Jake was sitting in the chair next to the couch. He was dragging a metal engraver across his face, but nothing was happening; no cuts were being made. Apparently, it was made that way, so it could easily cut metal, but not skin. It was freaking me out all the same, because I kept thinking it would eventually cut him if he bore down hard enough.
"Jake. Stop it. Jake! Stop it!" I kept saying.
He didn't stop. He kept dragging it across his face. Once, he did it, paused, and then stared at me, as if he was trying to achieve some kind of dramatic effect if he did actually start to bleed.