non-lucid

Sleep. I am in my room, although it is not quite right - there is a random bookshelf in the back-left corner of my room. I am sitting on my bed, and a white cat walks out of my room, but not before leaving a puddle of urine on the floor. I tell Aaron to clean up after his cat, so he grabs a handkerchief and wipes it up. I wonder how many times the floor has had cats pee on it (only in this dream, because we installed those hardwood floors ourselves!).

There is another guy in the room, and I lend him (practically force him to borrow) one of my hardcover Robert Jordan books. I tell him the "rules" of borrowing from me: don't eat or drink near the book, and don't dog-ear the pages.

Then, the doorbell rings, so the guy and I rush downstairs. I try to peer through my door, but all I see at first is the guy's reflection. Then, I see that Mr. Sean is outside. I open up the door, and it is nighttime. Mr. Sean tells us to step outside - he wants to show us something. Even though I am in socks, I agree and step into the snow. We step around to the side of the house (Curry's side, not the hedge side) and Mr. Sean sets off some fireworks. One of them explodes into a heart with a hippy sign in it. Grandpa is there, filming the show, and I have to keep craning my neck around him to see what is going on. I briefly see the constellation Orion in the sky before Grandpa moves out of the way for me.

The guy and I reenter my house. On our way to the door, I look at the rocks at my feet and almost pick up a red/white/black quartz, but don't. Once inside my house, we see that it has now changed into a tackle shop. I go up to the counter and see a turquoise lizard. When I touch this lizard, flecks of turquoise paint get on my wrist. I realize that it is a scam to make you think the lizard is naturally this colour. I tell the guy at the counter that it has "shed" on me, but he and I both know that I know that it is a scam.

Because of this, a random granny swings at me with a butcher knife. I fight back with my feet and fists until she throws the knife at the guy and I. We duck and split up. I am going to hit the granny when she pulls out a tomato knife. In response, I pick up the butcher knife on the ground. After circling each other for a minute or so, I slash the granny's arm. Then, I stab her repeatedly in the stomach and the lower back. She doesn't resist, scream, or bleed. She seems to want to die. I compare stabbing her to carving a pumpkin because of how hard it is to get the knife into her back. Wake.

Something about giving away the silver giraffe ring holder Grandma gave me (as a gift for someone else) and worrying that Grandma will feel hurt.

I am in the kitchen at my old house. Grandpa and Grandma are sitting across from me (at the wall side), and my brother is on my right (towards the dining room). Grandpa wants me to finish my dinner, although I am strangely full and am having difficulty doing so. I eat slowly, but I mostly push around my peas and wild rice (beef-flavoured). Grandpa says that he could have taken us to a biking fundraiser instead, but my brother and I quickly agree that he made the right decision not to go.

Either before this, or after, I am am in a forest. Part of it is on fire, because an angry nymph has sought revenge against humans. A witch is also chasing me, and eventually I end up at a cliff by a waterfall. She grabs me and jumps off it, saying something about ending a curse for her and starting one for me. I manage to survive (she disappears), although I hadn't expected to. I swim around in the pool before appearing at the top of a rocky river with my brother. We're both in bare feet, and as we attempt to climb down to the water of the river, I remark that we should have worn our sandals for traction and protection (the rocks are slippery). There are huge scallop shells in the river. I want to take them, but I am afraid there might be a crustacean inhabiting it already. Some of the shells have odd designs, like leopard spots and zebra stripes. At one point, I tell my brother that I am now [other name] (because of what the witch did to me) and prefer to be called that.

Then, I am at my cottage, walking up and down the lawn. It is a beautiful day, and the grass is a healthy green; however, there is an unusual number of insects. I watch as a quintet of dragonflies zoom past me. I walk under one of the oak trees, which is by the ferns across from the door (although no such tree exists). I accidentally angry a hornet's nest, and a large bumblebee starts chasing me! I swat it repeatedly with the back of my hand even though I am terrified of being stung. At one point, in the middle of the lawn (by the cabin), I pin it between the backs of my hand and shake, hoping again that it doesn't find a way to sting me. I fling it away and run for the cottage door, hearing an angry buzz behind me. I open the door and close it again just in time. My mother is at the stove, preparing lunch. I tell her about the bee.

I am in a building, and I can hear my dad making a phone call on my brother's behalf, advertising in an almost sing-song manner that they should hire him. I walk into a room and hear the door behind it shaking. Then, it swings open and out bursts a two-year old girl in nothing but a shirt. For some reason, she reminds me of Trisha. Jack, one of my students at the learning centre I work at, is with me and is equally as shocked to see all these young children invading the room.

I am in my old house's garage. Instead of it being concrete, it is made of hardwood, and there is a 1-inch diameter, perfectly circular hole in the ground. Below that, I can see the basement of the garage. (Apparently, this garage has two stories). I drop a red ball down it. Once on the bottom story (somehow), my parents are throwing footballs at the wall, and my brother and I must stick with plasticized ones so we don't break anything.

I am in Metro, towards the flower section by one of the checkout counters. There is a rack of chocolate milk jugs that appear to be two-litre containers. Knowing that I have enough money in my wallet to pay for one of them, I take one and open it, drinking. One of the cashiers, who has long, dark hair curled into tiny ringlets, walks up to me and shows me a photo of me opening the jug. I look at her as though she's an idiot: "Of course I'm going to pay for that jug. Do I look like a thief?"

My father and a couple other people come with some other groceries, and I think my dad offers to pay for it. He asks for the price, and we find it on a small white sticker on the jug. It says it's $1.85. My dad tells me that's an awful price for just 1L of milk. I'm confused, because there's no way that it is just 1L of milk.

Then I am at a theme park with my father, Helena, Lindy and my brother. We are debating which rides to go on. We try to make it to the IMAX theatre, but fail. I say that I want to at least go on [name of ride], but it is too far away. We decide to try and go to the newly built Dolphin Water Park. However, the time jumps randomly, and by the time it is 7pm, we have only been on one ride. I have to take off my glasses and fuschia baseball cap for it, since I don't want them to fall off.

Sometime after that, I am in a city, looking at a three-story parking garage that is the parking lot to that theme park. I have a brief memory of swinging - or perhaps I only thought of swinging - like Spiderman between the levels. Then, I am in a stone corridor. My former biology teacher, is being brought in with another woman. He looks weird, as though his features were distorted by a fun house miror, as his face seems longer.

Anyway, we interrogate him, although for what, I cannot remember. I remember saying, "I'm not lying! I'm an honest person" and remembering the earlier milk jug incident and wondering if that counts as dishonesty. The woman refers to me as Carrie, and I imagine a curly, blonde woman with shoulder-length hair.

Afterwards, I am on a gigantic, multi-tiered stage. I am part of the production, although I have no idea what is going on. The whole cast is in the middle of abstract dancing, so I try to follow along but eventually give up and do my own stuff, hopping down tiers and gracefully whirling my arms. At one point, near the end, I am with these girls dressed in white and with white face paint. They tell me that I mimed very well. I am confused, as I don't think that what I did counted as miming. I do tell my dad what they said, though, once I have climbed back up the giant staircase of a stage and enter a corridor.

Then I am going through this building, perhaps in the same area (it's difficult to tell) and I am following someone who is with a group of people. I pretend to be with them, and we all put on cult robes. I have a recollection that I have traded places with someone, that another girl named Carrie is supposed to be in my place (either way, we are spies and not truly brainwashed cult-members).

We all go into a special room, and everyone but the leaders line up against the wall. The leader has a small girl with him, and she is at most three years old. He gives me a rounded butter spreader knife and tells me I must use stab the girl in the heart with it. I put the knife to the girl's chest and hesitate. I know that he is expecting to call my bluff, that he can see through me. I also know that going through with it will have consequences. However, I grit my teeth, pull back the knife, and thrust it with as much force as I can into the child's body.

Suddenly, the child turns transparent and then disappears. I see that it has stabbed the cult leader instead - the child was not real. I know that I have hit him in the heart. The leader laughs and says that he has been waiting a long time for this moment. As he dies, I see myself briefly through his eyes and realize that I am becoming a vampire. I tell myself that it is better than he remain a vampire.

Sleep. I am in the library of my highschool, waiting with my partner for people to carry down boxes that contain brain cells. Once they arrive, they put the boxes down on the counter and the library technician asks if people need brain cells. So I say that I do. She gives me a pair of tweezers and tries to get me to hold onto this white blob shaped like larva. It is almost too slippery to be held by the tweezers, and I don't want to pinch it too hard. Wake.

Dream sign appeared again, but I completely missed it. Alas. On a side note, I have discovered that for the most part, I can read pretty well in dreams.


Sleep. I am driving down a street in my van towards the mall, apparently searching for my truck. As I reach an intersection, I accidentally drive into the end of a turning lane from the people turning right, so I turn left on the red and pray no cops catch me. As I am turning, I see my friend Helena practising her driving in a dark sea-green cube van. Once at the mall, I try to park, but the gas and brake keep switching and the van lurches forward. I fear that I have hit the car in front of me, but the lady says that I am just 1mm away. I sigh in relief.

I am now in the mall, and with me is a young Chinese girl (whose name I later learn is Lindy Yan). She is about eight. My family is adopting her temporarily (like an exchange program). The mall's hallway is narrower than usual, comparable to the width of an elementary school's. I am showing Lindy the various stores, and I ask her if she remembers when we went into Shopper's Drug Mart. She says yes. I tell her that Zeller's is four times as big, and her eyes widen.

We enter a learning centre that reminds me of the one I currently work at. I am flipping through one of the booklets, and I remark on their similarity to the ones I'm used to seeing, except the grading system is a bit different. I ask Lindy in a "parent voice" if it looks fun. She gives me a firm, "No." So I look outside the centre and see the Zeller's, so I ask her if she wants to go into it. Lindy agrees.

As soon as we enter, I sit down on a bench to rest. I watch as Annie, a girl in my sociology class, and Rob, a boy who was in my split-grade French class last year, enter together. I wave and call them over. Annie, however, says that she is not Annie, but a Paige. (At this point, Lindy Yan has vanished). I apologize, saying that I always confused the names of the girls in my French class (Paige/Hannah, Holly/Daniella).

While I am telling her this, I appear in my French class from last year, which is located in the Upper West Wing of my school. When I walk outside the classroom, I am in the Upper East Wing and realize that the room behind me was my Sociology/English classroom. Right beside the door is Joe, who has a big black box in which there is a pale coffee-coloured substance with the consistency of soft ice cream. He is adding white glue to it and stirring. When I ask him what it is, he tells me it is ice cream.

He eats the whole thing after scooping it into a giant Tim Horton's travel mug. I ask him if he can make more, except in chocolate, and he agrees and gets started making it. By this time, we have teleported to the opposite side of the hall and down one door. My friends come out of my Sociology classroom and join us. Jay, one of my friends, tells us that Rock Band is up and running back in the classroom, but there is only room for four. We decide to split our group of eight in half, with four eating ice cream and four playing Rock Band. Then, we'll switch. I decide to eat my ice cream first. However, when I peek into the classroom next to my Sociology class (the one currently across the hall from me), I see my friend Leia. Since she is looking incredibly bored, I invite her to join us. Wake.

Well, my dream sign emerged again. Except for the very first paragraph, this is all one string of a dream. I am very excited - as I wrote it down, more pieces came together and so I put them in the right place.


Sleep. At some point during the dream, I remember being at my Grandma's, then trying to find my way to a bus stop in the dark with John, although we end up in a grass parking lot instead. We do make it to the car, though.

It's Friday― Prom night. I am at my old house with my friend John, on whom I have a crush. We have just returned from a trip somewhere (perhaps New York, since that happened in real life).* In front of the door to the garage, John has opened a box and is showing me the jewelry he bought for his female relatives. One that stood out to me in particular was a thick, blue and white carved wooden with fish and waves as a design. There is also a ring-necklace set for his mother. That ring is gold, oval-shaped, heavy-set and covered with what appear to be pearls. When I pick up the wooden ring I fancied, John says that I can have it if I want. “In fact,” he says, “you have anything from there if you want it.”


Although the ring vanishes at some point, I'm not too concerned about it. But when I take the ring, I joke that I'm “too young to get married,” call him my Romeo, and then say, “Oh, I am slain!” and collapse onto the floor dramatically. Then, we go to the kitchen, and I am shocked at the time. It's 12:22 ― no, 12:28! I'm going to be late for my Sociology class! John isn't worried about being late for class, however. He plays it cool and tells me not to worry.


I appear in my Sociology class, although it doesn't resemble a classroom. The room is shaped like a hexagon and covered in a blue/green/purple carpet. A digital clock on a stove tells me in neon green lettering that it is 12:12 (which makes perfect sense, since that class actually begins at 12:08). I have apparently just woken up from a nap, and I am a bit disoriented. So when I learn the time, I am relieved that I was not marked absent. Ms. M, my teacher, is absent from the class, so we have several substitutes. They decide to give us all candy, so they go into the supply closets and bring out gumdrops, giant fuzzy peaches, “Mommies,”* tinfoil-wrapped chocolates, and several other sweets I don't remember. Naturally, I pig out. I ask one of the substitute teachers, who resembles Ms. C (a Food and Nutrition teacher).**


Sometime during this class, I head to the washroom and bump into Sable, a classmate from Sociology is carrying a poster for “Forever 21,” which displays a blonde girl with a whole bunch of cyborg machinery coming out of her (some of it makes what resembles butterfly wings). She is naked, but her arms are over her chest and she is only shown from the side. The background is a sunset on the beach with a light rainbow hue.

I realize that I am wearing a prom dress, which is light purple instead of black, and I am worried that I am going to rip it. I find my friends Helena and Lindy, who are hosting our “pre-prom pampering” session.They told me that they got their nails done during second period. Wake.



* I think these were made up for the dream. They're circular with five bumps like arms, legs, and a head, and they puff up a bit in the middle. They are covered by a white candy coating, and when you bite into it, you taste marshmallow and gooey chocolate.
** The day of this dream, I learned from Ms. M that she fills in for Ms. C regularly because they both teach Food and Nutrition. I think that partially explains the dream.

Again, just snippets, and I'm not sure if I got them in the right order or not. Well, now that I am writing out the snippets, they're a bit longer than snippets.


Sleep. I am in the washroom at my house. I flash to the bus station at my mall and remember having a character in a Rock Band game, but I cannot remember her username or password. A screen appears in front of me (covering most of my vision) and says it is “Leopold12” (or something along those lines― I don't quite remember it clearly). Then, I appear back in the bathroom and my mom calls me from my room, asking me to sort through some pills. I tell her that some of them are beads; however, I do my best to find their pill containers (that is to say, I don't find any pill containers with a match).

Once in the bathroom again, I remember looking at the toilet and wondering what sort of monster could bear to live in a toilet, for it would be unpleasant to have control of any of the five senses.

Then I return to my room, and the radio is on, telling me about a trivia world championship hosted by my current English teacher. One of my friends, Joe, and his parents are on that team, and they will be flying to a city in the north end of Japan

Sometime after this, I am a round puffball. I am either red, yellow, or green ― I cannot remember ― and I am rolling down a snowy ski slope with two other puffballs (who are each the colours that I am not). We dislike moguls because they make us bounce and we don't like big falls. After hitting a bump and going flying, we're on the final stretch. However, the snow has melted here and it's all slushy, and I have to run instead. One of the puffballs races ahead of me, saying something about a Hazara*, and then the second one passes me just at the finish line, so I lose.

Afterwards, I think I'm human again. I'm told that I've spent too much time on leisure and that there is going to be a “work dollop,” or something like that. It's hard to hear this man, because he speaks like there was gloop in his mouth. He and this other man have a discussion about whether education hours and leisure hours can be combined; for example, one might like reading for pleasure, and reading is educational. Gloop Man disagrees, saying that reading is bad and that it should be discouraged as much as possible.

Then I am flipping through Fahrenheit 451**, trying to find Gloop's words to use as a quotation in my ISU project, but I can't find it. Wake.


*I'm reading The Kite Runner in school, so this isn't entirely random
** Another book I am reading for school

I didn't post Friday or Saturday's dreams. Not because I was lazy. Not because I couldn't remember them. They're just personal and I would rather people not read them. Alrighty. Unfortunately, last night was just snippets of images. I don't remember very much. Oh, and my chocolate dream sign emerged again.


Sleep. I am at my cottage, and when I open the door to go outside, I startle the birds who have made nests in the corners of the awnings.

I am on a city bus going from my highschool to the local mall. For some reason, I need to switch buses even though I only need to on Tuesdays. The bus I am on is closer to a coach bus instead of a city bus, and I tell the bus driver that the bus is fancier than I expected. She ignores me. When the bus gets to the mall, I get off and head towards the Tim Horton's, which has set up a bake-sale on the sidewalk just outside. I have a bad feeling about the price of the muffins, but I decide to buy one anyway. I'm about to purchase a banana-nut muffin when I see the chocolate muffins. I take one of those instead and go to the cash register. According to that, the muffin is $2.95 including tax. I am shocked at the increase in price, and the cashier apologizes. I am opening my change purse, and I happen to have three loonies in there (even though I normally have less than $2.00 at a time). Just as I am about to pay, that snippet fades. Wake.

This dream has three "segments." The first part is very fragmented, and I don't recall very much of it. The middle and end are the most detailed. I suppose that's not surprising, considering the nature of dream recall. Last night's dream also had a strong impression of the colour "dark chestnut," so I will underline it here and keep track of it. Oh, I won't include pictures every time. Just enough for flavour.


Sleep. Many of my dreams take place in places I know, like school or my "old" house. This particular dream has both. All I can remember from the beginning is that I was sitting at my desk in my English or Sociology class, I'm not sure which (it is even more difficult to tell because they happen to take place in the same classroom right after one another, and I sit in the same desk for each one).

Then I'm... somewhere. A field or park, maybe? The colouring is bright and very strange. I know that I am either in or watching a Yu-gi-oh tournament with the animated characters. Sometime during this section, I reflect on how the television show was repetitive and how the same people always made it to the final rounds of the tournament, particularly Yugi and/or his friends. Some other things happen to me, but I cannot explain them in words because they are mere flashes. I have an impression of a war or conflict.

Flash. I am in the room of my early childhood (birth-grade five), at my old desk. The desk is metal with a dark chestnut wood top, and I run my hand over its smooth surface. For some reason, I am clutching a blanket in my hand and am shaking Yu-gi-oh cards out from it.

Without any reason, I am at the bus stop I get off at after school, which is a few houses away from my "old" house. There is a pokemon battle after school, and I am the trainer controlling the Kangaskhan, which is standing in the middle of the intersection. Opposite me, on the sidewalk, is a Sandshrew, although there is no trainer in sight. I have Kangaskhan use a move, but it isn't very effective. Then, Sandshrew uses double kick, sending Kangaskhan reeling - the fighting-type move is super effective against my normal-type pokemon. In retaliation, Kangaskhan uses dig (which I don't think it can actually learn) and becomes Monty Mole from Mario Strikers: Charged. However, Sandshrew has become either a Spheal or a Jigglypuff and tries to puff away. I get in a few hits before it's gone over a fence and into someone's backyard by the park. Wake.

Well, last night's dream was (almost) delicious and featured an interesting coincidence, which I mention below.


Sleep. All I remember is being in a coffee shop. It is dark, not as though it is nighttime, but as though there aren't enough windows. In fact, I don't really remember there being any. The predominant colour is a dark chestnut brown. The walls are made of wood of the same colour, as is the L-shaped counter. Behind the counter is one of my friends from school, Helena, wearing a gray apron and a white uniform. As usual, she is smiling as she works.

I approach the counter and ask for a chocolate-dipped pretzel, as I know that they will be a foot long and delicious. Helena tells me that there are none, even though behind her I can clearly see a couple left. However, I do not press her for questions, but wait as she tells me she is in the process of making new ones. I never do eat that pretzel. Wake.


(Interesting side note: Today (May 19, 2011), one of my friends (not Helena) brought in chocolate-dipped pretzel snacks to school and shared one with me during lunch.)


Here is a picture that best represent the coffee shop from my dream (except it's dark chestnut and there are chocolate-dipped pretzels behind the counter on a rack).