non-lucid

This is from this morning, after a natural awakening at 4 AM:

I'm going on a field trip with a bunch of kids from school. I'm very unaware of what's going on until we get to our destination: a massive, half-indoor, half-outdoor pool. The only way to get into the pool is a giant metal slide. My boyfriend is with me until we get to the slide, and then he seems to vanish. I don't notice until I'm in the water. My awareness spikes at this point, and I think gleefully, It's great to be swimming in a deep pool again! (I haven't been to a pool in years.) I am particularly delighted at not being able to touch the bottom of the pool. I spin around and notice a ladder to get out. I also notice my boyfriend's disappearance. I decide to go look for him, and I swim towards the ladder. A wave of newcomers sliding down the slide blocks my way suddenly. As they move away, I swim forward again, only to find that I can't move. It feels as if my kicking and paddling is accomplishing nothing, and I give up for a moment, confused.

Pretty sure I woke up at this point.

Woke up out of this dream yesterday. I can't recall the beginning of this dream, but I ended up in my high school, a camera in hand and a nerdy, annoying friend at my side. The school resembled a museum; it was full of strange and awe-inspiring artifacts. I was supposed to be taking pictures, but my friend kept reaching over and knocking the camera out of my hand, forcing me to repeatedly pick it up and fix it.

We started at the top floor and worked our way down. When we finally reached the bottom floor, I saw a security guard standing beside a strange, glass door. The glass was double-paned, and there were hundreds of tiny little bottles with even tinier model ships in them, all fit perfectly into the glass door. Some of the ships floated on sand (mostly white sand, but there were a few ships that rested on colorful sands; one ship in particular was on purple sand, and it reminded me strongly of a pirate ship) while others floated, seemingly unsupported, in the middle of their bottles.

"What are they?" I asked no one in particular. The little glass bottles and their caged ships were beautiful. They each seemed to have their own essence, or aura. I wanted to look at each and every one of them.

"They're spirits," my friend told me. (He meant ghosts, I thought.)

The security guard started to speak, but I woke up before I could make anything out of it.

One of my WBTB alarms woke me up out of this dream this morning:

I am standing in front of my boyfriend, A. He's holding a journal, and talking animatedly. I don't pay much attention until he mentions dreams; he says he's been writing his dreams down in his journal. He flourishes the journal he's holding, and offers it to me.

Here's where my memory gets hazy: I am very surprised at what A said, and my attention focuses on the journal. It looks identical to my own DJ. I look back at A, and he hasn't moved.

*Then my alarm goes off. I drowsily turned it off and went right back to bed, I think. Didn't write the dream down until about two hours ago.

This is a dream I had quite a while ago:

I am in a playground. The ground is covered in mulch and I'm sitting on a swing. I swing back and forth a bit, and then I notice something. A flash of yellow. Suddenly, there is a giant, man-sized bee next to me, on the swing beside me. At first, I'm alarmed. But this bee seems friendly. The yellow on his body is indescribable, and I am intrigued by it. It seems to have depth. We sit in companionable silence for a short while, when the sound of angry buzzing reaches us. Two more giant bees appear. The first bee flies off of the swing, and tries to stop the two angry bees. One of them is coming at me stinger-first now. I panic, but I can't seem to move. The first bee is struggling desperately against the one that is trying to sting me. Behind me, the other hostile bee has one of my arms in its grasp, and it is struggling to pull me off of the swing.

I wake up just a few seconds later, after seeing the stinger of the hostile bee, hovering just over my legs.

Had this dream this morning:

I am in a car with my boyfriend, A, and we are driving on the road to the barn. Once we are there, we see his mom, and an ambulance. There is screaming and someone is crying. I don't see her, but I know A's sister is in the ambulance. There is a general feeling of oppression and fear around the place. The EMT's figure out that A's sister was possessed by a demon, and they "fix" her.

The scene switches to the inside of a large building. Everything is dimly lit by a source-less, blue light. A has disappeared, and now there is a blond-haired girl with me. She has a very sinister look to her, and I know right away that the demon found a new host. There are some other people around, and the demon-girl tries to convince us that we're safe here, all we have to do is listen to her. I argue otherwise, and say outright that she is a demon. Everyone gets really scared, but the demon-girl keeps her cool.

The scene changes again, and me and the other people are standing in front of the girl. We're in a very similar building, but it looks more ominous, and older. She is explaining something to us; a challenge of sorts. She tells us that we can leave if we can find a way out. I don't think she mentions what will happen if we can't find an exit. It seems pretty obvious.

I go off with one or two other people, looking for a way out. The two others with me disappear after a short while, and I find myself in a underground tunnel system. It looks eerily like the inside of some giant monster's intestines, but I feel confident and reassured now; I know the exit is near. No one else is near me, and I haven't seen the demon girl for some time. I'm safe.

I wake up just as a purplish light comes into view at the end of the tunnel.

This dream is from this morning. It was vivid, but my memory of it is very patchy.

I'm in a gigantic space ship. There is a lot going on, lots of people are around. I am supposed to be going to investigate a planet/moon with one or two others. Some DCs help me get on a high-tech, fancy space suit, and the captain of the ship shows up. Next thing I know, I'm sitting before a wide, thin computer screen, and the planet we're going to is shown on the screen, along with all sorts of numbers and percentages off to the right side of the screen, and some other things to the left. The captain is telling me about the planet as I look at it on the screen, and I know that my partner(s) are getting the same briefing. I feel as if I've been doing this for a long time, but it's all somewhat new, too. The planet looks like its tinged with greens and purples and blues. It's the last thing I see before the dream ends.

This is a dream fragment from this morning. Been a while since I dreamt of the beach.

I am standing on a sand dune overlooking the ocean. My dad is beside me. The dune is maybe 5 feet high, and it's damp. The sky is dark and cloudy, as if it's been raining or is going to. I decide to go down the dune to stand on the beach. I look down at my feet as I go. I'm barefoot, and it's high tide; the water is right there at the bottom of the dune. It's clear and cool, and a few inches deep. I wade around for a little while, and then I climb back up the dune - not noticing that my footprints from before are gone - and I rejoin my dad.