memorable

I'm standing on a wide staircase that's outside in someone's backyard. I'm standing in the center of it. Above me are a group of people gathering together and I'm sure they are talking about me and laughing at me. A couple members of my family are a part of the group. I'm annoyed but not quite mad enough to yell at them or doing anything about it. I think, “screw them!” I turn around quickly and look below me. At the bottom of the staircase is Hoya. I look down at him and he looks up at me. We both smile widely at each other and while looking at him, I scream at the top of my lungs, “ THREE - TWO - ONE!” He immediately yells back, “NAEKKEO HAJA!” We then run to each other , hugging and laughing as we sing the whole of "Naekkeo Haja" as loud as we can.

I'm busily running around a modular home, my home, cleaning here and there. I'm carrying a broom in my hands. Lydia says she wants to go to the dance and get dressed up. I smile and think it's a nice idea. Jackson comes up behind me and walks up to Lydia, telling her no and snapping at her. She gets a sad look on her face and puts her head down, walking into another room. I get really pissed and walk up to Jackson. I whisper angrily for him to shut up and stop telling her what she can and can't do. I threaten to kick him out if he keeps hurting her like that. He gets pissed and tells me to mind my own business. I walk up to him quickly and get in his face, pushing the broom handle into his chest. I tell him that I'm fucking serious and I will kick him out of my house if he doesn't do as I say. I tell him that he has no right to control Lydia and he needs to make her happy or get the hell out. He backs away from me, mumbling and kind of pissy, but he agrees and backs off. I then look down and notice that I'm wearing a new dress and I'm all dolled up for the dance. I grab a guy's hand and pull him to the backyard where we are all gonna play a game. The backyard is a huge dirt field with hay and many sacks of potatoes. We all grab a potato and three of us race down lanes. When we reach the end, we turn around and throw the potato to the next person. I laugh as the next person catches my potato.

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car I don't recognize. A man is driving the car. We're speeding on an empty highway in the middle of nowhere. It reminds me of the desert on the way to Las Vegas. I keep my eyes on the road and scenery, never once looking at the man driving. Even though I haven't seen his face, I know exactly who he is and I feel perfectly happy and safe with him. Out of the corner of my eye I notice him taking one of his hands off of the steering wheel, reaching it across the center console and holding it open. I look down at his open hand and smile. I place my hand in his, our fingers interlocking. He then lifts our hands towards his face and kisses the top of my hand a few times. I watch him do this and laugh. He lowers our hands back to the center console and says, "We're almost there."

I'm in a bedroom that reminds me of the one at almond drive. The layout is pretty much the same except for a few details, the main one being that it's a great deal bigger. It's sometime in the evening and I'm sitting down on the floor in a corner. It's where the dresser holding the television should be but it's not there. Instead it's a huge empty space. All of my pillows and blankets are in the corner with me and all of my makeup as well. Even though it's evening and fairly dark, I lift up a hand mirror and I begin to put on a bit of makeup. I hear shuffling near me so I turn towards where the noise came from. A girl is sitting on the bed on the other side of the room. She's staring at me, watching me put on my makeup. I stare back at her for a few moments and then turn back to the mirror feeling annoyed by her watching me. I ask her what she's staring at as I finish up. She says nothing and the quiet begins to bother me. I slam the mirror down and angrily look back at her, screaming "what?!" She only smirks at me, slowly climbs off of the bed and walks towards me. The closer she gets the more annoyed and angry I become. She reaches me and kneels down, reaching for and grabbing one of my arms. She squeezes my arm painfully and yanks me up off the floor hard. I resist a little but it doesn't do much good. She pulls me in front of her and grabs onto my other arm to hold me in place. For the first time I realize that I'm only wearing a bra and underwear. She's wearing a big, long sweatshirt. She continues to hold me there, smirking the whole damn time. After what feels like hours, I can no longer stand looking at her so I look down at the floor. She starts laughing then. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?", she says. I start shaking with anger and I immediately look back up at her and tell her to go to hell. She only laughs again and shoves me back onto the floor. I hit the floor hard and it hurts. I move back into the corner and try to keep a distance between us which only makes her smile widen. When I cannot move further, she crowds into my face and forces my legs open, settling in between them. One of her hands grabs my neck and the other grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her face. "You're so adorable. You're also mine", she leans in and whispers. "So be a good girl." She roughly pulls my face towards hers and kisses me. I'm pissed off beyond belief but I don't fight it. I relax a little bit in her arms and I kiss her back. I can feel her smile. She pulls away after a minute and kisses my forehead, telling me that I'm a good girl. She gets up off the floor and leaves the room.

I'm walking alone through the Midway at Circus Circus. It's night and there aren't as many people as I expected, which is a complete relief to me. Someone comes up behind me and grabs my shoulder, spinning me around to face them. It's a really beautiful girl. She's blond with blue eyes and she smiles brightly at me, telling me how glad she is that she found me. I feel really happy to see her as well and we hug each other tightly for a long moment. She releases me and takes my hand in hers, dragging me into some random direction. I don't really pay attention to where we are going because I trust her and I'm just happy to be close to her. I hold on tighter to her hand and she leads me to a part of the Midway that I've never seen, which I find odd because I basically know that place inside and out by now. We stop at two dark entrances that are hidden in a corner. One leads to a Peter Pan ride just like the one at Disneyland, and the other is something else but I can't really tell what it is. She really wants to go into both rooms but I get a really bad feeling and I grab her arm and try to pull her away from them. She looks at me and tells me that I have to choose one, but I become terrified and almost start crying. She lets up and allows me to drag her away from there. I lead her away, walking quickly.

I'm walking slowly through a really crappy, almost deserted carnival. It's really quiet and unsettling. As I walk I keep looking into empty cages, wondering why they are empty. I stop walking and decide to turn around and go back. I turn around and behind me is a huge, full grown tiger. It startles me a bit but it has a calm look on it's face so I don't feel afraid. It's really beautiful and bigger than normal. I go to walk around it, but it turns around as well and begins to follow me. I continue walking and place my hand on it's head when it catches up to my side. While walking, the scenery changes and we are walking on a sidewalk next to the stater bros in my town. Again the area is pretty quiet and empty. It suddenly gets insanely hot and the tiger and I start panting and walking slower. I get horribly worried about it and stop walking. I kneel down beside him and stroke his face, talking to him and telling him we are almost home. He looks sad and he collapses, his head resting on my lap. I start to panic and yell for someone to get me some water. Suddenly I look up and my Grandma and my little sister are there next to me. I tell them to please buy me some water because my tiger is sick. They agree and start walking to the store. Half way there my sister yells that this is stupid and she leaves. I start crying and murmuring to my tiger, telling him that everything will be okay. I look up again and my grandma hands me a big bottle of cold water and a red bowl to pour it in. I sigh with relief and pour the water into the bowl. The tiger lifts it's head and drinks it all. I scratch it's head the whole time. After he is done, we get up and start walking again. I keep my hand on his head, petting it lightly and he purrs happily. We our on our way home.

Julie and I are walking through a field. I hear a noise and look down. A couple of feet ahead of me is a rattlesnake. We dodge and step over the snake, but more appear. We spend a good half hour, or so, dodging the snakes. The snakes vanish then, when we reach the end of the field. The ground suddenly becomes wet, uneven rock. We start carefully picking our way across the rock and as we do that, a giant weeping willow appears. We stop walking. Julie studies the tree for a minute and then tells me to put my hood on because the branches and leaves are poison if they touch our heads. We both put our hoods on and walk under and away from the tree. Once we're away from the tree a cave appears in front of us. We walk inside and it becomes a parking garage. "This is what it'll be", Julies says. "They're going to put and hold us here." I get scared. We start making our way through the garage and we are at the exit when a red, old car shows up. There's a man driving. He tries to run us over. Julie and I are able to avoid him and we escape the garage. We are instantly at home, both wondering what just happened.

Dream Fragment: I'm standing in a line waiting to buy myself lunch. An older man walks up to me and smiles, asking me if I believe in God. I smile back and say yes. He claps his hands together excitedly and begin to repeat verses of the Bible. My Grandpa walks up next to me and tells him to stop. He then says, "Do not share knowledge you aren't supposed to know". The man, in anger, walks away. My Grandpa smiles and says, "2:17". I smile back.


I know there is a ton more of this that I can't remember. This bothers me. As for the "2:17" reference, I do not recall a specific book going along with that. So I looked up some of the "2:17" chapters in the Bible. Oddly enough, they all involve something important to me. Things I needed to know, I think.

Acts 2:17 - 'In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.'

1 John 2:17 - 'The world and its desires pass away, but whoever does the will of God lives forever.'

James 2:17 - 'In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.'

2 Peter 2:17 - 'These people are springs without water and mists driven by a storm. Blackest darkness is reserved for them.'

Mark 2:17 - 'On hearing this, Jesus said to them, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”'

I'm walking through an underwater cave. It looks like the 'Shark Encounter' at Sea World. There are large glass windows every few feet but there are no fish to be seen. I pick up my pace and see a really bright exit to the cave. I exit the cave and take in my surroundings. It's beautiful. There is a huge body of water surrounded by the circular cave walls. The water is crystal clear and there is a huge water fall. The cave walls are shades of beige and brown and orange. The walls are covered in bright green ivy and gorgeous flowers of every color. I jump into the pool and swim around happily for a few minutes. The water is warm. I look up from where I jumped and notice that the edge has risen, and it's now a high cliff. I think nothing of it and continue enjoying my swim. Suddenly I feel a current under my feet, as if something big were swimming underneath me. I look down into the water and see two large, dark figures. They swim to the surface in a matter of seconds. Two Great White sharks appear, their heads out of the water. They both look at me. They are the biggest I've ever seen and lovely to look at. They are a steel grey on top and pure white on their bellies. Their eyes are pitch black but soft in appearance, as if they are looking at me in fondness. I smile and pet both of their heads and they lean into the touch happily. I start swimming again, both of the sharks at my side. I feel safe with them. Not five minutes later I stop, a sudden fear grabbing me. I look at both of the sharks and they look extremely angry. The three of us look up to the cliff and hear the roar of an engine. A an orange bug speeds to the edge of the cliff and stops. A man gets out of the car and looks directly at me. I don't like him and I know he means to hurt me. I cower against the sharks. They both nuzzle my sides and swim with me to the far wall. Steps appear behind me there, so I climb them and sit on a small patch of grass and flowers. I pet the sharks and smile. They swim back to the center of the pool. The man gets back into the car and backs up. He then speeds right over the cliff with the intent to hit me with his car. He lands right in the center of the pool. As soon as the car hits the water, he's out and trying to swim towards me. I panic but then see that the sharks are going after him. A huge whirlpool shows up and the man is caught in it. It flings him in circles like a rag doll. One of the sharks get caught in it too and I immediately jump in the water to save it. I reach out my hand and grab the shark's fins, pulling it out of the whirlpool. Both sharks come to my side and we swim to the opposite side of the cave. Just as I touch the wall, I look behind me and the man is flung into the cave wall next to the water fall. I can hear his bones crack and blood goes everywhere, turning the water around him red. I breathe a sigh of relief and put my arms around the sharks.

I'm walking through an obnoxiously clean, beautiful house. I'm talking Martha Stewart perfect. The kind of perfect that makes you uncomfortable and terrified, because that's when you will suddenly become the most clumsy person in the world and all hell will break loose, your hands being the bringers of destruction. I walk past a long, glass dining room table. Sitting alone at the table is Stiles. As I walk by, he looks up at me and smiles, as if to say everything is alright. That's the feeling I get from him. I smile back at him and continue walking. I walk into a kitchen. There, standing behind a counter top, is an older man. He is really tall and thin. He's wearing a lime green t-shirt. His hair is white and below his waist and he has a big, bushy mustache. I stop in front of him and tell him how much I like his hair. I tell him that it looks just like my dad's hair. He smiles politely and says thank you. He turns away from me for a second and then turns back around to face me again. His hair is now clipped short and neat. His mustache is no longer there. I instantly know that that can't be right. Something is wrong. I start to wonder what could have happened and then I wonder if I did that. But there is no way that his mustache and long hair could just disappear. Then I wake up.

(While small, I believe this is my first experience with lucid dreaming. I became aware, even if only for a short time.)

I'm in a house I've never been in, standing near a girl I don't know. We are in a kitchen. The girl walks up to me with a small, glass teapot. She holds it out to me. I take it from her and immediately start drinking. It's filled with warm, sweet tea. I drink every last drop and lick as much of the inside as I can reach. Once I'm done, I turn around to the kitchen sink, turn on the faucet and begin to rinse the teapot. The girl walks up next to me with a few more in her hands. I finishing rinsing and place the pot on a towel on my other side. As I set the pot down, the handle breaks off. I panic for a second, but instantly I calm down and rinse a new teapot that the girl hands to me. "That always happens," she says. "You have to be more gentle with them." I nod slightly in agreement and we rinse off the rest of the teapots.

I'm walking through the very crowded breezeway at my old elementary school. Though obviously visible, I'm trying desperately to not be seen. From head to toe my body is covered in black clothing. I stop walking when I see two of my cousins. They haven't seen me, so I run to the flight of stairs next to the office and don't look back.

Dream Fragment 1: I'm standing really close to a man who looks like John Barrowman (an actor). We're in an aisle of a store. He looks so upset and I feel really apologetic. He moves closer to me and smiles.

I'm lying on a huge bed, in the center, with someone on top of me. The person's form is fuzzy and faceless. I get the feeling it's a male. He is nuzzling his face into my stomach. He places both of his hands on me. One is on the side of my stomach and the other is placed directly under my chest. He nuzzles a bit more and then suddenly jumps up and off the bed. He's at the foot of the bed jumping up and down repeatedly, pointing at my stomach. I cannot tell if he is excited or frightened. I sit up slightly, leaning on one of my elbows. My other hand immediately goes to my stomach. I begin to panic. I can hear my heartbeat, like thunder roaring in my ears. Then I realize there is a second heartbeat in my ears and I can feel it underneath my hand. My eyes widen and my breath catches in my throat.

I'm admiring myself and the dress I wear in a huge, full-length mirror. The color of the dress is a deep midnight blue. It's floor-length and rather simple in it's design. My hair is long, below my shoulders and pinned half up. I have no makeup on. For a long time I stare at myself with a small frown on my face. "I'm more comfortable in pants," I say. "I'd probably look better in them too." I hear a short laugh behind me. Louis is watching me. He slowly makes his way to my side and we both look into the mirror, his eyes going to my face and my eyes looking to his. He's smiling. "You look beautiful like this," he says. "It doesn't matter what you wear, pants or a dress, I want you to be comfortable and wear what you please, but you are beautiful." I smile big then, and notice the small fangs in my mouth. I gasp, turning away from our reflections and to him at my side. He is already looking at me. He pulls me to him, an arm around my waist and his other hand behind my head. I place my hands on his chest and bury my face in his neck. "We are the same," he whispers into my hair. He holds me tighter and I sigh happily.

I'm in Grandma's kitchen and looking out the window at the night sky. After a few minutes, the sky starts spinning and changing. When it stops, I'm amazed at the sight. The sky is brighter and more colorful. It reminds me of the Northern Lights, but a million times better. I run to grab my phone so that I can take a picture. I'm about to take a picture when a massive, rainbow marbled planet appears. It's beautiful. I snap a picture. Suddenly, I'm transported to a desolate place, like ruins in a desert. I get a bad feeling and I know something terrible has happened. Then out of nowhere, an army of faceless soldiers march toward me.

Dream Fragment: A school councilor is telling me that keeping a container of onions is good and will wake me up. A small container of onions appears and starts singing, "I'm full of onions, please keep me near. I bet you won't let me kick you in the rear."