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4-16-12, A more productive night than I thought it would be
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, 04-16-2012 at 06:08 PM (461 Views)
I was pretty sure I had set myself up for a bad night because I had Egg Flower soup before bed. I love the stuff, and have been wanting it for weeks, my awesome husband bought it for me at the grocery store yesterday, and I had to eat it as soon as he go home with it! lol The problem with this being that I am allergic to eggsI actually developed the allergy when I was preggo with my daughter, so I know how amazing eggs taste from before then, and a couple times a year I just get this wild hankerin' (yup, I'm from the south, lol) for some egg drop soup or sunny side up eggs. I figured I'd end up being sick all night, but I got lucky and only had a mild stomach ache, yay! This resulted in short dreams because I was waking up constantly thinking, "My belly hurts!" and I can't even remember half of them, but the first one especially was on the right track! Before bed I figured I'm going to start mapping out what I want to do when I get lucid again, since I usually get crazy excited and try random stuff with no real purpose. I have dream goals, but what I wrote last night was more of a plan than just random goals of things I'd like to accomplish. So I wrote something like, "When I am lucid, I want to create a portal that will arrive at my dream guide. When I find my dream guide, I want to ask him/her about K. I want to ask what he is, and where he is." then I wrote down the key points of what I want to do like I remember my dreams in key words, "Portal, Dream Guide, Ask" hoping it'd help me remember in my dreams like it does the other way around. I also noticed the night before I had worn a Bandanna to bed to keep my hair from going nuts (first time I've done this in years, lol) and I noticed that I had a bunch of long dreams that I could remember, and I was almost lucid in one. I thought that the unusual feeling of something on my head could have caused me to be a bit more aware in my sleep since it was different. So I tried again, this time with a purple bandanna just on the whim that purple is a high vibrational color and might have a stronger effect than the neon green one the night before, ha ha.
Dream One (Fragment): I'm talking to a woman who is dressed like the Genie in the Sims Showtime. She's wearing the exact same outfit as the genie my sim called out of the lamp last week, right down to it being aqua marine colored. She wasn't blue though, she kind of reminded me of Scarlett Ohara in a belly dancing outfit, lol. ( Genie Girls (No CC) by Amj1995 - The Exchange - Community - The Sims 3 <-- instead of hot linking a picture, here's a link to some female sim genies I found on their website) Anyways, All I can remember is being completely taken aback, and looking at the genie Scarlett and saying, "Your my dream guide?!" So I must have been lucid and just too fuzzy to remember it because it was the first dream of the night. She nodded, and made a noise like "Mmm hum" and then I woke up thinking to myself, crazyness! Of all the things I excepted to influence my dream guide, The Sims was not one of them!
Dream Two: I'm at a movie, it's a screening of some Subbed movie though, and I know they don't show those in theaters around here, lol. I can't watch the subs though, they're not showing up! My best friend A is with me, and I ask her about it. She tells me I need this program on my phone to be able to see the subtitles! Sure enough, I download this app, and the subtitles show up on my phone when I hold it up to the screen. The movie is some sort of cool but creepy movie about a ballet dancer who murders people. It reminds me of Sweeney Todd, Sleepy Hollow, and From Hell in the way it was filmed and the effects. Time skips forwards, and we're leaving the theater. I'm by myself somehow, and this asian man walks past me, I wonder why he looks familiar, then just decide to keep walking. Before I can take my first step, I feel a pat on my shoulder and the DC behind me says, "Don't you want an auto graph?" I turn around and see the man behind me is Regi (the guy Nintendo of America has representing them, he's a CEO or something?) But in the dream I recognize him as one of the two men who directed this ballet film. Of course I want an auto graph! He signs a card, but it looks like invisible ink! He explains that I need to use the same app that allowed me to watch his movie on the card to see his autograph. I try it, and it works! I ask him about the other director, and he laughs and tells me that's who just passed me when he got my attention. Apparently he could tell I recognized them, sorta of. We go chasing after the guy who had passed me earlier so I can get his auto graph. When he's in view I notice he's Miyamoto (the guy who makes the Legend of Zelda games) but I never can get his auto graphs, because he's behind a locked gate with guards. I wake up.
Dream Three: I'm watching over some little girls at like a slumber party or something. Another woman walks in and tells me that one of the girls who are supposed to show up tonight won't be there because she had a horseback riding accident and died. This must be some sort of church function, because a girl I recognize from my kids church walks in and suggests we go to the site of the accident and pray for the girl. We get on a bus, drive there, an I see a ghostly black horse rearing, and it's like I'm watching the accident happen, but no one else sees it. They pray, then we go back to the slumber party. The little girls in the slumber party find a hidden passageway, and I agree to let them explore it. I feel like the dead little girl is around, I can feel her energy, and I wonder if I tell myself I can see her if I will see her... I think I was track to be lucid, but I ended up waking up instead.
Dream Four (Fragment): I remember a class room from my high school. I also remember going out to my car to find someone has the hood up and is trying to jump off the battery of his girlfriends car using my car, without asking! I'm not too happy, but I feel bad because I know it sucks to have your battery die b/c you forgot to turn off the light. It works, but the girl insists that I give her and her boyfriend and her brother a ride home from school. I'm trying to use the car seats in the back as an excuse for why they can't ride with me. I wake up.
Dream Five (Fragment): I can remember seeing different high class restaurants, like pictures of them. I also remember seeing a chef skin gigantic boa, alive. The thing gave him little trouble until he cut it's head open and scooped it's brains out. I felt sick and woke up.
Dream Six: I'm walking into an auditorium like class room. I know this to be the drama room, even though in real life my high schools drama room was in greens and yellows (school colors) and this dream drama room was cream and brown. A guy who I barely knew in high school and became friends with later in life walks into the room. He's upset because he thinks everyone in the drama club is making him miserable because we don't talk to him enough. I don't talk to anyone anyways, I'm shy unless I'm on stage, so I tell him as much and that he's being silly. He walks out of the room, and someone says all the doors are locked, we're locked in! D, the guy holding us hostage, says over a loud speaker that he's going to give us one more chance to bow down to him and beg for our lives before he kills us. Then he walks back into the room looking all high and mighty, with two Disney villain type thugs behind him. I think to myself that I have to do something, and I consider myself the closest thing he has to a friend in the room, so I get up and try to talk some sense into him. He won't hear it, he's bent on killing everyone. He does agree that he'll let everyone fight back, because what fun would it be to kill people who are unarmed? Then he hands me a sword. I remember earlier in the dream he has shown me a gun blade... only instead of being a long sword like Squall's, it was more of the size of a hobbit sword. I give him back the sword, and tell him I want the gun blade he offered me earlier. I've changed my mind, I'm going to help him. He seems happy with this, and takes me to a back room where he arms me with not one, but TWO mini gunblades. I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to shoot him and stop him without killing him. Then we walk back into the auditorium, I'm feeling really bad ass with my gunbladesMy husband is in the auditorium though, and he's looking at me with a sad and betrayed look on his face. I try to wink at him to let him know it's all good, I'm not a turn coat, but I don't think he can understand what I'm trying to signal. Then, a bunch of little kids start filing into the room. Like Kindergarten size! I quickly shove the gunblades in my pants behind my back and cover the tops of them with my shirt in hopes of hiding them. I tell my husband to get the kids out of there, but he won't move. I turn to D, and tell him we can do this tomorrow, I will not slaughter in front of a bunch of innocent little kids! I run back into the back room and toss the gunblades back into the box D had pulled the out of. It's a pop corn box?! lol But the box ends up falling off the table it was on, and explodes. I get hit in the stomach, and my hands and face feel burned, but it only lasts half a second. I look at my hands and scorched flesh, and think, "huh... that's nasty looking... but it doesn't hurt so I must be ok." I run through the auditorium before the little kids can see the nasty burns, and out the door the kids came in. I make it to the outside of the school, and my wounds are healed! But my mom is standing outside and she starts wailing on me about being so late getting home and she was worried so she came looking for me. I tell her I'll explain it all when we get home, but we need to leave, NOW! And the rest of the drama club is hopping into their own cars and leaving. My best friend A gets in my car with me, and we drive out of the parking lot. I wake up.
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