dream fragment

Bought myself a nice new leather-bound journal a while back to write my dreams in. Here are the first few entries:

1. (5/9/11) I remember taking a test and thinking that it didn't apply to me.

2. (5/10/11) Had a New York City dream. On the bus somewhere, I was hearing this announcement over a PA system about tennis rackets. We stopped at a Walmart for food. I feel like it was morning so the stop was for breakfast. I remember Julie telling this story to the people who decided to stay on the bus when we stopped. She said that she and her family were all coming back from a trip when they were in Dundee. They all got sick outside of this gas station and as an apology, her dad bought the biggest mushroom the store had. It was slightly larger than a basketball. They took it home, cut it into people shapes and put the little mushroom people on their Christmas tree. Julie's story was the end of the dream.

3. (5/11/11) I remember Eric getting on the microphone at DJ trivia and announcing something.

4. (5/12/11) Two fragments:

• Took place at a house in the country and I feel like it had something to do with senior ball, or what went afterwards.
• Me in the car with my dream-mother talking about something hilarious. I know that this dream was video-game-based and it took place immediately before I woke up.

5. (5/14/11) Dreamed I was in TWO three-day comas. both from car accidents. Wrecked the truck, then the Honda.

I've had a fair number of dreams that I've written down but haven't posted. There will be a lot more posted in the near future.
Fragments:
1. A vacation house in a cemetery with a canal flowing alongside it. Only one part of it is haunted, and that's the hot tub.

2. Post-apocalyptic. Images of a barren landscape, partially destroyed, but more just battered. The land and the damage still pretty fresh. If I recall correctly, it was like waking up in 28 days later having missed the whole thing and trying to figure out what's going on and why the place was uninhabited. No imminent threats, just loneliness. I find one survivor and hang with her. Later, we find a whole bunch more and I remember packing my bags to go with them somewhere.

3. I'm in a video game and I get to a boss level, I have to move a small fantasy-style army across a mapped out green landscape to these mountains. We get there and I beat the shit out of this midget-height boss (a goblin, I think) in SLOW MOTION. I remember grabbing him by the feet and swinging him head first into a ledge.

These are notes that I wrote down on my dreams in the early morning and couldn't piece together again when I woke up.

-At the beach house
-horse instead of ella (my dog)
-brewing tea on my leg
-texting dad info he can't decipher
-mike trying to impress 4 girls
-seeing 3 girls cutting a huge hanging canvas for like a TV show

I actually recall an image of the final one, where there was a white canvas hanging between some very large trees and there were grungy girls at the bottom slicing it into chunks with knives. There was a group of people to my left watching it go down and I think there was a camera rolling.

These are just fragments from the past few nights:
-Dreamed about reading a 5-inch-thick application manual for college.
-Dream about a tea-drinking contest.
-Dreamed that the school band went to a restaurant on a trip. I ate mac & cheese. The band teacher stood on a chair and told us all that we were going to sing for something.
Still working on my recall -_-

Last night I only remembered what happened right before I woke up. Not enough sleep, I suppose.

I knew that my parents were on their way home in my mom's car, and strangely I decided to take my dad's truck to drive to a concert rather than my own truck. I woke up before I left the driveway.

1. Fragment:
I walked down the hall in my dream house to the bathroom where my mom was drying her hair. I picked up a second hair dryer and started drying my own. Miraculously, my hair was straight and sexy as hell. (IRL I have an afro)

2. Non-lucid Dream:
Hard to remember what order things happened in... In the beginning, there was a flash flood. The water seemed to flow uphill, which I knew was in contradiction to my real house, yet I was standing in my dream house. I walked to another side of the house and watched the water roll down the hill from a pine tree grove and crash against the house gently like waves. When the water cleared, people started showing up at the house and I had no clue why. The only two faces I remember distinctly were my mother's and that of a guy named Julian who I hardly even know. More people showed up and it turned into a party. This change didn't occur smoothly. The dream seemed to skip around and my dream house's interior completely changed (to all wood. It was quite nice, actually). By the time the dream was solid again, everybody was totally smashed. I went upstairs to my dream sister's room. (I call her that because she neither looks like, nor has anything to do with my real sister.) There were about four or five kids sleeping up there. I was looking for something but I didn't know what, so I felt stupid for even being in her room. I remember seeing in my particularly vivid search, a magic 8-ball in its box and some stacks of Nintendo DS games including versions of pokemon that don't exist (yet? Maybe I foresaw the future of pokemon?? ) I don't remember anything after that nor do I remember where or how the dream ended.

Last night seemed like 2 separate dreams. I've been having a hard time remembering what order things occur in. However, all the images and events are very clear individually. I'll try to put things in order as best I can.
Fragment:
I walked down the hall in my dream house to the bathroom where my mom was drying her hair. I picked up a second hair dryer and started drying my own. Miraculously, my hair was short, straight, and sexy as hell! (In RL I have a bushy afro.)

Dream:
In the beginning, there was a flash flood. Looking out the kitchen door, the water seemed to flow uphill, which i knew in the dream was in contradiction to my real house. I walked to another side of the house and watched the water roll down the hill out from a pine grove and crash into the house gently like waves. When the water cleared, people started showing up at the house and I had no clue why. The only two faces that I remember distinctly out of the 100 or so that ended up in the dream were my mother's and that of a guy named Julian, who i hardly know. People kept showing up and it turned into a party. This change didn't occur smoothly. The dream seemed to skip around and my dream house's interior completely changed (to all wood. It was quite nice, actually.) By the time the dream was solid again, everybody was totally smashed. I went upstairs to my dream-sister's room. (I call her that because she neither looked like nor had anything to do with my RL sister.) There were about 4 or 5 kids sleeping up there. I was looking for something but I didn't know what so I felt stupid for even being in my sister's room. I remember vividly seeing while searching, a magic 8-ball still in the package, and a stack of Nintendo DS games including some versions of Pokemon that don't exist (yet? Maybe I foresaw the future of Pokemon?!? 0.o) I don't remember anything after that and I don't remember where or how the dream ended.

Ok so I thought that today would be a great day to start my dream journal because I had a really unique experience last night. I've been putting this off for like weeks so i'll be adding a couple dreams i wrote down after this too. I've waited all day so I can't remember all of the dream but before bed, we got a call from a family friend who is a self-proclaimed psychic. She said that my grandfather that she never knew personally, (and who died 2 weeks ago) had been bugging her for 4 days. She asked a lot of questions and said a lot of things but what's important is that she told me i'd be getting a visit from him in a dream. Lo and behold, it happened. I remember thinking i had woken up (on the top bunk which is contradictory; would have been a great time for RC. Oh well.){Is there a word for falsely waking? can't remember} and seeing a piece of paper taped to the ceiling. It had a poem on it in grandpa's handwriting and on the back it had a small personal note signed by him. During the dream I could vividly make out the writing but I have since forgotten it. This is funny because I had sort of told my grandpa (spoken out loud to the air) that I didn't really wanna see him personally in a dream because it would freak me out. He was always so considerate...