Mydera

I can't remember very well today because I didn't have time to lay in bed and remember my dreams. There's a good chance I'll remember more later if something familiar hits me, that usually happens on days like this, lol. But I was soooo happy to nearly have a lucid in the middle of all of it!

Dream One: Can't remember much detail, but the gist of it was that one of my mom's dogs bit someone and we were freaking out worried about it. I'm pretty sure there were lots of I told you sos coming from me in this dream, lol.

Dream Two: I dreamed I was at a craft store and I told my husband I wanted to go ahead and get my tattoo now and stop waiting for my BFF. (We're supposed to have matching heart tattoos, she had hers done where she lives but wants me to wait until she comes down to get mine done so we're together for at least one of them) I decide I don't want to get the heart for my first, I want something that means something big for me, not just follow your heart. I decide I want some symbol and in the dream it means something, like that I am something or I have some power or belong to some club or religion or something. I find two stickers that I can combine to make the design I want. One is a star burst inside a diamond shape, the other is a man who looks kind of like Jesus, but not on a cross or anything... though the feet look funny like he's standing on his tippy toes with his knees bent or he's laying down. Looking back now that I am fully awake for the morning, I think it might have been my brains representation of a God (I'm not monotheistic, and while I believe in multiple gods and goddesses, I don't believe in them as all powerful beings either, I'm skipping the explanation and just saying it could have been any god, I don't know which and I don't think it's overly important here, lol) We leave the craft store with the stickers I've found, and walk next door to a Tattoo parlor. It seems like we're in a real mall, not a strip mall, though I've never seen a mall with a craft store and tattoo parlor before, I'm sure one exists somewhere, lol. There's a guy probably in his late twenties in a black button up shirt and black jeans, he's on the heavy side of average and he's got spiked hair and a carefully cut beard that makes a line all along his jawline before becoming a goatee or something on his chin. He's the tattoo artist, and he listens to me about my tattoo, then takes the two stickers and says It'll be no problem. I sit down in a chair like a dentists chair or something so it's more like laying back. I pull up my shirt, and for some reason decide to get the tattoo on the fattest part of my stomach where all my stretchmarks are, an area I usually try NOT to show, lol. I close my eyes and the guy starts to draw on me with something, but I can't see it. I'm thinking he's just making a stencil or something to go over with the tattoo needle, but then I realize it stings a bit. Not like hurts, just stings like a fresh scratch you get wet. I ask him if it's supposed to sting or if I'm having an allergic reaction to the ink pen he's using, and he tells me it's the tattoo needle and it's supposed to hurt. I nearly freak out, "Your not drawing it first?! Your just going to try to draw it the first time in permanent ink on my skin?! what if you mess up? You can't fix it!" He tells me to chill, that he always does it this way, and then he has me look at it. I look down and it doesn't look bad actually, but it's unfinished and instead of having the man inside the diamond he's beside it. I actually think it looks ok this way, but it's not what I wanted so I'm a bit sad. He tells me there are unfinished parts because they're too small and easy to mess up, he's going to draw those in first then go over them with the tattoo machine. I say ok, and my husband says something and leaves the room. Then the guy asks me if I want to surprise my husband, and I'm like how? He draws a line from my tattoo in progress down, and suddenly I realize my pants are unbuttoned and I'm not wearing under wear! He draws the line to right where my panties would cover and says, "We'll put two eyes, and a mouth here!" and draws a smiley face with it's tongue sticking out . I'm way uncomfortable now, and I'm like, Thanks, but no thanks. I had to work like hell to convince him to let me get this tattoo, he won't be happy for me to get another one without asking, especially in such a private place. He shurgs and says ok, then goes back to work with my tattoo. I notice that the head of the man is right where my belly wrinkles when I sit down and wonder if it'll mess up the tattoo that my skin wrinkles there and if it will look bad. I wake up, and oddly enough my skin feels irritated like it did in the dream. I actually feel my belly to make sure there's no tattoo there in the dark, lol. Then I wonder what the tattoo was and hope it was nothing bad or scary!

Dream Three (Almost lucid!): I dream that I'm outside on some stone path in front of a cute little building that looks like it should be in a painting. There are stairs on the path leading down to the left if I'm facing the building. I have a pillow and a blanket. I lay my pillow at the top of the stairs, and lay down in the middle of the path, I'm determined to have a lucid dream! Looking back, the fact that I was dreaming made this all the more funny but frustrating! I close my eyes and wait a bit, then in the black I start to see cherry trees and hear this harp sound like when the sims are Woohooing in the sims 3 game I get so excited that I wake back up on the path. I get mad thinking I was almost in a dream, actually lucid for a change! I close my eyes to try again and almost immediately the harp continues and I see the trees waving in the breeze. I think, Yes! I'm lucid! then I wake up to the path world again because someone is calling me in it. I stand up and look in the window. There's someone in the house I'm sleeping in front of. I wake up for real.

Dream Four: I'm walking into an auditorium with a very large group of people. I'm second in line. There's a guy in front of me, He feels familiar and very safe in the dream, but I don't know who he is. He has blond hair that almost reaches his shoulders and a baseball cap on (facing the right way! I hate when people wear them backwards!) as well as an old brown leather/suede jacket. Looking back, I'm almost positive it was K because this seems to be a recurring theme in my K dreams lately, where I don't know who he is until I realize it's a dream. I can't be 100% sure because I was never lucid to confirm it. I walk past him so I can sit beside him, but he grabs my arm and pulls me down to sit in his lap. I giggle and feel really flirty for a moment, but then my best friend A sits behind us and motions to the empty seat beside her. She says something about how bad it'll look if I spend the entire awards ceremony in his lap and how I'm supposed to be classier than that. I think she's right, I'm way too old to be acting like a teenager and sitting in a guys lap at a formal event! He makes a disappointed noise, but the seat I was going to sit in beside him is now full and I have no choice but to sit behind him with A. I sit next to her, and the awards ceremony begins. They announce an award and A and the guy and some other people around us get up to go accept it. A tells me I need to go get my award, but I am too nervous and feel like I didn't do anything to deserve it so I just stay where I'm at. They all go on stage and get pink bags with like beach towels and flip flops or something in them. Then they announce another award and a lady gets up to accept it. Her left eye is closed and bent at a crooked angle. She talks about how happy she is that she was able to receive this award, especially after the accident that took her eye. It's a really moving and heartwarming moment. this is all I can remember of that dream.

Dream Five: I'm at a cafe in the mall. There's a girl behind the counter with short hair like mine, only her hair is straight where mine is curly. She's talking to me excitedly about something, and I'm waiting for her shift to be over so we can hang out. A guy comes up, and I feel a very family like feeling, like I know his mom and he feels like one of my kids. I feel like time has flown by is this teenager relieving this girls is one of my friends kids, I must be getting old! The girl disappears in the back to get her stuff, and the guy and I talk about something. I think it's about the economy or something. I feel like I can remember when this kid was in diapers, and just totally blown away by time flying and him talking to me about the economy like an adult! The girl comes out of the back, and her hair is curly like mine now! I think wow, she looks just like me! Then I wake up. I'm pretty sure this dream was brought about b/c my son's birthday is today. It feels like just yesterday I gave birth to him, and now he's old enough to start school! Crazyness! The girl in my dream might have been my daughter, hence why she'd have looked like me. I think I was dreaming like fifteen years in the future when they're old enough to have jobs! lol

Dream Six (Fragments): In this dream I was a manager or something for a hotel chain or something. Sorry for all the "somethings" but this is really fuzzy. There was a girl who the company suspected of doing something wrong, and so I was sent in undercover to test her and if she failed the test she was going to be fired. I pretended to be a customer and she didn't know me, so she did what ever wrong, and failed the test. I had to fire her and felt bad about it. At some point, either arriving there or leaving there, I was in a red expensive car, (maybe a corvette?) talking on a cell phone. I remember my earrings being huge gaudy dangling things that clicked against the phone when I moved my head and my nails were really long and fake and bright red. I think I had on a bright red pencil skirt and business suit type jacket that didn't cover my boobs properly and my hair was bleached and had way too much hair spray in it. That was the most memorable part because in real life I'm really low maintenance, I don't even paint my nails let alone wear fake ones. As for hair and all, I brush my hair and put a bandanna on it so you can't see the curls sticking out all over the place and I wear jeans and tank tops or thermal shirts. For me, Dressing up is a nice shirt and red tinted chap stick with some gloss, lol.

I only had three dreams that I can remember last night, but they were all fairly long, so I'm going to blame it on all the cold medicine making me sleep longer without waking up every couple hours or so, lol.

Dream One: My husband and I are at home hanging out with the oldest neighborhood kids. This should have been a glaring clue I was dreaming.We used to hang out with them a lot last year, then they got into drugs and smoking and I didn't want that around my little kids, so we purposely avoid going out side to play when they are around. The house was also different. It was still the same property, obviously, but the basement was gone, and the house was on stilts like you see that the beach. We were under the house leaning back against the columns as the little kids played in the front yard. I can't remember what we were chatting about. A girl walks up, and the oldest kid introduces her as his girl friend, and they all say they're going to go to the woods now that she's here. We say goodbye, have fun, and wave. Then we call our kids into the house telling them they need a nap before tonight, but don't specify what's going on at night. We go inside, and go upstairs, apparently we have just finished off the second level (in reality we're trying to finish off the basement and make it a living space) and our bedroom is on the second level. When we get upstairs and I am very unhappy to find the house wobbles on it's stilts. I spread my legs and lean from side to side and the house seems to lean from side to side with me. My husband assures me it's safe, that it's just caused by the stilts. I tell him I won't be able to sleep if it keeps moving, and he tells me that I should think of it as being rocked to sleep by the house. I lay down with my daughter and my husband lays down with our little boy trying to get them to nap. We're all in the same room, my kids are scared to have a room of their own, so their beds are in our bedroom. Shortly after we lay down, my daughter is asleep, so I stand up and walk over to the window to see how dark it is. I look out the window and it's bright and sunny still, but I see two sailor scouts, Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune, standing on the street looking up at the house. Normally these are my two favorite sailor moon characters, but in this dream seeing them gave me a bad feeling and I rushed to the bed and grabbed my daughter shouting to my husband the sailor scouts are here. He grabs my son, and suddenly the two scouts teleport into the room. Sailor Neptune stands in front of me, and Uranus in front of my husband. Neptune tells me to give her my daughter and there will be no fighting, I tell her hell no, and then I transform into a sailor scout. She attacks me with a water attack, and I absorb it because I am scout with water powers too. Beside me, Uranus is attacking my husband with a fire attack, but he's turned into sailor mars (which in hindsight is a HILARIOUS event!) and absorbed her fire as well. Neptune sneers, the teleports out as an escape with uranus copying her exactly. We don't pursue them, we're just glad that the kids are safe. I notice it's getting dark, so I tell the kids it's time to go trick or treat. They don't seem phased at all by the attack. Before we can leave, I get a phone call. I answer it and it's my Friend N telling me that she called about the empty room we had available, and she's really excited about moving in with us. She says the new house she found was great, but knowing that she'd be living with good friends with kids her daughters age for her to play with was even better. Then she tells me she's moving into room 208, and I look down the stairs at the room door and suddenly remember that only the even numbered rooms of the house are finished (My house rooms aren't numbered, this is just strange dream logic, lol) I tell her I can't wait for the move in, but I have to go because we were heading out to go trick or treating. She Says ok, and we hang up. I carry my daughter outside, she's apparently already in her costume, but my husband has to put my son in his. I get outside and think I forgot my costume! Then realize I don't have one! I run back inside scrambling to find something that could be a costume, and settle on a suede coat with a fuzzy collar and fuzzy stuff around the ends of the sleeves. My best friend A calls it my "Penny Lane" coat (from the movie Almost Famous) and so I grab some round pink sunglasses and look in the mirror. My hair is long, like past my shoulders long, so I really do resemble her and I am satisfied. I walk outside with my daughter again, and my husband and son are with us this time. The drive way is three times it's normal length , and my car is in the middle, so it takes us a moment to get to it. Then Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus appear on the road again. I think to myself why did I even bother with this costume when I could have transformed into a sailor scout for my costume?! I throw off the coat and transform anticipating another attack. Then I wake up.

Dream Two: I'm at the store with my grandma. She's looking at calendars. It's really strange, they're all already open and hanging from the shelf on the current month. She has her glasses on and she's getting up close to them to see better, with her hand on a buggy. I'm bored so I'm just kind of walking around the aisle looking at random stuff, when I nearly step on a kid. I apologize for not looking where I was going, but it turns out to be one of the neighbors kids (not one of the ones from the first dream though). He's saying he made some thank you cards for granny since she's been driving him to school, and I tell him she's busy looking at calendars but I'll give it to her. He thanks me, but follows me over to her. I hang the cards up on the store shelf for some dumb reason. He tells me that they're for granny, don't lose them. I told him I put them there so when she'd look up she'd see them and be surprised. He's happy with this answer. Then grandma looks up and sees them. She asks whats this, and I tell her the kid next door made them for her. She's happy, and wants to thank him, but I notice he's suddenly not there! We decide to check out and go home so she can thank him, but as soon as we get to the registers we can see out the stores big glass doors and there's a crazy storm going on out side. We decide to stay in the store rather than risk being blown away as we're seeing cars being blown in the parking lot! We walk to the side of the store, and there's another, smaller glass door. I see the neighbors other, younger, kid standing in a trailer door about ten feet from the glass door. The wind is blowing the door and his clothes and he looks scared. I open the glass door and yell at him to get back inside the trailer before he's blown away. He says he can't, he has to get inside the store where his mom and brother are. I curse under my breath, then decide I'm going to have to help the kid because if I don't he's stupid enough to try to make it through that storm and over here by himself. I start out in the wind, being pelted with cold rain and stung by the wind, then I wake up.

Dream Three: This was the longest dream, but hardest to remember since the kids woke me up and I didn't have a chance to "dwell" on it before I woke up. I was at an anime convention. I had just walked into the building from the third floor. Apparently it was a four story building, and the biggest convention I'd ever seen. There were lots of young adults and teens and even some tweens leaning on the walls and sitting in the floors doing various things (looking at pictures, playing video games, talking, eating, etc) I look around, and am nervous because I'm by myself and I don't know anyone. I'm a very shy person. I hear someone say this floor is the lounge floor for hanging out, the next floor down is the library where you can read manga and watch anime, and the bottom floor is the panel floor where you can participate in panels. I don't hear what the floor upstairs is. I decide to head down to the panel floor and find out what kind of panels there are. I spend a good five minutes trying to make my way through the halls and down the stairs. When I arrive on the panel floor, a girl with blond hair probably in her early teens grabs my arm and says, "You look like your here alone, mind doing and interview with me?" and I'm like, um sure, that's fine. Then I notice there's a really skinny guy around her age with super short dishwater blond hair with her. Apparently he's also doing the same interview. The girl walks in front of us and she's pointing to things and asking us our opinions. I feel silly and out of place because many of the questions she asks us I have no clue about. My answers are like, "Well I don't know, I've never played that game/seen that show/read that manga" I feel very uncomfortable, and suddenly a man who looks about my age with a buzz cut grabs the girls arm and says, "Hey kid! I told you to stop wandering around in the panel rooms with these stupid interviews. It's disruptive!" the girl hits the floor crying. The man tells me and the other kid to get lost. The girl disappears. I leave, but the other kid starts following me. I start to tell him to tail someone else, I don't really want to baby sit, when he starts crying that he can't believe it's his first convention and he's already in trouble. He flat out breaks down bawling. I tell him to relax, that the guy was just mad because the girl was interrupting his panel (it had been some sort of figure painting crafty panel) and the guys says, "Really? are you sure?!" and I'm like yeah, don't worry about it, your not in trouble! Unfortunately, comforting him makes him even more determined to follow me around. I'm annoyed, but figure there's nothing I can do now, so I just decide to try and see the upstairs floor since I hadn't seen it yet, and maybe I'd lose the kid in the crowd. The floor plan of the building keeps changing, but I don't recognize it as a dream, instead I get frustrated because I keep getting lost. On the plus side, I think I have lost the kid. Finally I make it to a room with lots of video games and arcade machines. This is the fourth floor! I'm happy to be on the fourth floor and see a convention staff member nearby. I ask him what there was to do on this floor besides video games, and he tells me there's a fort to climb and points to the right. I thank him, realizing he's the same guy who fussed earlier at the interviewer, but he was really nice so I was right he wasn't mad. I make my way to this fort and think, WOW! How cool! It'll be like being a kid again! Its made of climbing walls and ladders and cargo nets, and there's a room at the top with a slide. I make it halfway up and realize that the kid is following me again. Beyond that, he's actually climbing faster than me and if soon right beside me. He tells me I'm slower than I look, and I tell him it's because I'm ten years older than he is. He says I don't look that old, he thought he was older than me, and I glare at him (In waking life this is often a problem, people think I'm 14 and I'm actually in my mids 20s. I still get asked for my drivers license at some gas stations b/c they think I'm underage and stolen my parents car! At my husbands grandmothers funeral, several extended family thought I was my husbands daughter... we're only a couple years apart in age, so that was a trip!) Then the kid gets the idea that he's pissed me off and climbs up the net faster than me, and offers a hand down to help me up. I tell him I can do it myself and I really don't need a kid to help me, then go on to say he's annoying and I want him to just get lost already. He frowns like I hurt his feelings, but then the net slips and suddenly falls five feet. I hit the plastic slide beneath the net and freak out, "What happened?!" the kid apologizes saying he accidentally knocked it lose. I'm very super pissed and annoyed now. I tell him to fix it and he says he can't figure out how. I turn to go back down the way I'd climbed up, and a couple of girls are climbing up. I tell them the kid broke it and it's no use. They whine about how unfair it is, not helping my mood. Then my kids woke me up.

Didn't take any nyquil last night because I would be the only one home this morning and I didn't want to have the kids wake up and me too hard asleep to hear them get up! Unfortunately that means I got little sleep and only a couple of fragments for dreams. I woke up around 6 am, couldn't get back to sleep bc of y stuffy nose, so I got up and read a manga (Kamisama Kiss) while my nose drained and the pressure behind my eye relaxed, then went back to sleep around 7:30. So my first dream was heavily influenced by the reading, lol.

Dream One (Fragment): There's a large white room, with black and white checkered floors, and a couple big columns holding up a balcony. I'm watching from above. There's a man or woman on a slightly raised platform looking very important, with a half-wolf half-human like creature that's standing to their right like their guard (or familiar judging by what happens next) I watch as from under the balcony Tomoe-Dono strolls in, followed by Nanami and the two little shrine spirits. The person on the platform waves a hand and says kill her, and the wolf man's claws suddenly shoot out super length and he runs at Nanami. Tomoe steps in front of her and there's a loud cracking sound and Tomoe blocks the wolf's claws with his own. I wake up bc my daughter is climbing into bed with me.

Dream Two (Fragment): My mom knocks on the front door. She wants to borrow my MP3 player and my tape adapter that allows you to play it in a car that doesn't have a place for an MP3 player but does have a tape player. I am not happy to let her borrow something else, but I do it anyways bc she's my mom and I feel like I have to. She tells me to put it in her friend D's car BC it has the tape deck, but to leave the MP3 player in her truck. I tell her the MP3 player has to be attached to the cord for it to work, and she tells me they are going to roll the windows down and run the cord out the windows. I think this is a stupid idea and tell her she can't possibly stay that close to D as to not rip my cord. She disagrees and does it anyways, making it not even two hundred feet down the road before breaking my cord. I am pissed. I wake up.

Dream ??? (Fragment): Can't remember when in the night this happened or even much about it, just that I was in the woods at night, walking with someone. I feel like we were going somewhere with a purpose, not just leisurely strolling.

Dream ??? (Fragment) : I had to edit my dream journal to add this in, lol. After entering in my journal I logged off and went to facebook, and upon seeing the facebook icon I remembered a dream fragment from last night. I dreamed that my brother was yelling at me for posting that he was home on facebook. He's in the army, and in the dream he was saying no one was supposed to know he was home and he could get in trouble because of my post. I found it really odd that I would dream my brother was home, and even that he was yelling at me about facebook, because he hasn't been home at all this year and I don't get on facebook as much as I used to, even when I do I only post every other day or so. I have no clue where in my sleep cycle this fell.

I took nyquil before bed last night, so it mostly wore off by the time I got to the period of time when I dream. This seemed to work best insuring that I got some good sleep with this cold, but still managed to have some dreams. It just meant making sure that I didn't take any medicine in the afternoon so I could take it right before bed rather than having to wait until the middle of the night, lol.

Dream one (fragment): The Nyquil still hadn't worn off yet, so this dream was hard to remember. All I can safely say I remember is someone asking me if Pamela was gay. I don't even know anyone names Pamela, lol.

Dream Two: This dream starts out with me laying down on a metal grate like floor. It wasn't a grate with like lots of parallel lines, but rather the kind with intersecting metal lines that form diamond shaped holes. I'm laying in a sleeping bag on this grate, and I'm in a circular room with a lot of other people. In my mind I know it's like 25 people. We're all prisoners of some kind. I'm not sure if it's for crimes or war or kidnapped victims, or what. There's a man with a gun and lots of heavy modern armor, even a helmet and some kind of black goggles and he's walking around the room keeping and eye on us all. He walks around the outside of the room, then the inside of the room, then kneels by my "bed". I feel immediately secure and happy when he stops by me, I feel like I know him very personally, and like he's going to keep me safe not hurt me. He says something to me, but I can't remember what after I woke up, but it made me even happier. Then I see a third person view of a girl and a big shaggy dog. The girl is walking in a white hallway, like the "back doors" hallway in the second Matrix movie. She opens a door, and there's a white table with white chairs in another all white room. She walks in and closes the door. She does something and there's the feeling that she's working some sort of magic. The Dog barks, and jumps THROUGH the door that is looking purple and misty now. The dog comes running back through the door a moment later, with me in tow. Seeing myself throws me for a loop for a moment, and then I'm sucked back inside my dream body looking at this little girl. She tells me to sit down and have some tea at her tea party. I tell her I would love too, but there's someone I'd like to come have tea with us. I'd love to have a date with him, but I can't because of my circumstances. I ask her if I can go back and get him, but she says once I leave the door will close and I can't come back, so I should take a break from being a prisoner and drink some tea before I go back. I sit down and happily drink the tea, thinking this is so much better than trying to sleep on the metal grate floors. After I finish my cup, I say I need to go back before they notice I'm missing. She agrees, and I walk back through the purple door and find myself back on the floor in the sleeping bag as if I never left. The man in armor comes back and kneels. He hisses under his breath so no one can hear that He was worried, I'd disappeared and if I hadn't returned before the next guard came he couldn't have protected me. Then he says something about me being lucky the wardens daughter had come for tea and the shift change was delayed for her safety. I tell him I was having tea with a little girl and her dog, and I wanted to invite him because it would have been a perfect date for us, but I couldn't because the door would close when I left. Then the shift does change, and I fall asleep in the dream. When I "wake up" in the dream I'm in a van, and they are transporting us somewhere. It seems like a book store or library or something. I notice everyone else has a personal guard, and my personal guard is the guy from the first part of the dream. I instantly feel at ease, I know I'm still safe. I notice he's not wearing anything on his head, and he's got blond messy hair about 6-10 inches long. Then a woman in a business suit leans back and hands a packet of papers to my guard. She tells him that I am the most cooperative prisoner, and I don't give them any trouble at all, so for this trip he needs to take those papers somewhere, I didn't need a guard that I would be a "good girl" and stay with the group. He looks uncomfortable with the idea, but he doesn't seem to think he has a choice. He tells me to be careful, and not to do anything to draw any attention or trouble to myself. I nod, and go with the group into the bookstore while he walks down the road in the other direction. Inside the store I walk all the way to the left of the store, hoping to catch a glimpse of him out the window before he disappears down the street. I know I want to talk to him about something, but when ever I'm around him I just feel too content and happy to say much at all. I can't see him, and start to try and figure out what it is I wanted to talk to him about, but then there's a scream and a red line whizzes past me and blows a tiny baseball sized hole in the wall to my right. I turn and the guards and prisoners are going nuts, the prisoners trying to escape and the guards looking for who shot the red laser thing. I turn to help the guards because I don't want them to think I'm trying to run away. I see a man with something under his coat in the crowd. It looks like a water hose nozzle, but he pulls it out and pulls the "trigger" and a red light comes out. I jump instinctively, and the laser passes right below my feet, and blows another hole in the wall. As soon as I land I run and tackle the guy. The guards start to hassle me trying to get me off the innocent civilian, but I shout at them he's the one shooting! The take the thing from him, not believing me at first, then one pulls the trigger and blows some books apart. They believe me now, so they let me stand up but they have my hands cuffed behind my back. Two of them start talking as if I don't exist. "Who's her guard? and Where is he?" "He's delivering paper work for our lady. They said number (12? 14? 8? 9? 16? I can't remember, but one of those numbers, lol.) was a good prisoner and didn't need to be watched as well as the others." "Well someone needs to take her back to be checked out. We can't afford to have injured prisoners." I quietly mutter, "I'm ok, I didn't get hit." The two look at me, and the one shrugs while the other says, "Just go to the back of the store with the other prisoners and behave. We'll inform your guard when he returns so he can take you to the clinic to be sure." I nod, and wander back off to the back of the store where one of the prisoners pushes me into a wall. He starts giving me trouble about being a good two shoes, and how I ruined their chance to escape by bringing the chaos to a quick calm. He starts pulling at my clothes, and I drop to the ground, trying to protect myself the best I can without fighting back and making trouble.

I wake up for real here because my daughter climbed into bed with me. I Went back to sleep within five minutes though, thinking about this dream and wondering what it is I wanted to ask the guard. When I fall back asleep, I'm sitting in the middle of the woods. There's a camp fire, and I'm in the same sleeping bag as the previous dream. The guard is sitting to my left by the fire, and there's an old man in a suit and hat to my right. The old man seems really off, like he's not saying anything that's making sense, he's just mumbling, shaking, and rocking back and forth while muttering gibberish. I look to my left at the guard, and ask him, "What'd you do to him?" the blond guard shrugs and says, "He'll be fine. He's the one who brought us here, and we can't have him bringing in the rest of the guards. They wanted you to die at the bookstore, the hitman was there after you, that's why they sent me off and left you unprotected. When you turned their plans upside down and caught the gunman, I had to get you out of there." Suddenly I look at the man who I assume is a cab driver or something of that nature. There's something about his hands, my brain tells me. I look at his hands, they're shaking, and suddenly a check book seems to grow out of them. The I realize, this is a dream! I turn to my "guard" and realize, I'm dreaming, this guard isn't just some random guard I oddly feel comfortable with, it's K! I practically jump through the fire in my rush to hug him. I wrap my arms around him and burry my face in his neck. He puts a hand behind my hair on my neck and holds me close. The I think to ask him why I'm always so happy and comfortable with him in these dreams but I don't recognize him until I know I'm dreaming, but before I can ask, I wake up.

Notes about K: So I have a lot of dreams about K, and I figure now is about the best time to clarify what K is in my life, especially since if you read all my dream journals you see that I'm actually married with kids. K isn't anyone I actually know. He's some sort of dream character that started appearing in my dreams about a year ago. I'm not sure if he's a random mind creation, a dream guide, spirit guide, or even another dreamer. The first few dreams he was in I woke up with sleep paralysis, but unlike others experiences, I couldn't move but I was totally comfortable with it. Each time the paralysis lasted less time, and then it progressed to when I see him in dreams I'm generally tired and feel like I didn't sleep at all the whole night, but I am not paralyzed anymore. The fact that this happens ONLY in dreams with him in it seems like a crazy coincidence. Also, while I found these dreams fascinating enough to send them to my best friend, I don't keep track of the dates when I have them or anything. I had 5 of them in the spring of last year, then I didn't have any for a long time. I thought they were over, until I had another earlier this month. I sent it to my friend like usual, and she sends me a message back that this dream I had after so long of not having any, was exactly one year after I first started having the dreams. Since then, I started looking stuff up and found my way here to dream views. My goals with K right now are to become lucid so I can ask him the questions I have (What are you? Why am I so happy with you that I can't think of what I want to ask you? Why did you use to try to tell me I was dreaming, but leave me to figure it out on my own now? Why am I exhausted every morning when I'd dreamed of you? why am I dreaming of you? etc) And I've been lucky enough that while I can't seem to become lucid, I'm getting far more chances now that I'm actively trying. Eventually I will remember to ask him something, especially if I keep seeing him every few days, lol.

Last nights dreams were a mess of fragments and crazy, completely random stuff I could hardly remember any of it. This entry isn't going to make much sense

Dream One (fragments): I'm watching in third person as my son and his friend O are in a time machine going back in time to year 0. They look older, like 7 or 8, and I wonder why I'm not actually there. The time machine arrives in a desert looking area with lots of huge rocks, like you see in SUV ads sometimes. The boys don't seem to know what to do, they say they were sent back in time to do something important, but they can't remember what. So they decide to buy themselves sometime by going back in time again to year 0 because they are afraid that standing around thinking about it wasted too much time. When they go back again, I start feeling light headed, dizzy, and like I'm going to pass out in general. I think to myself the time machine might be dangerous and they shouldn't be using it. Then I try to force myself into the picture to set the time machine to send them home where they'll be safe. When I try, the only option I can select is Lunar something or another. My mind immediately thinks of the new sims world Lunar lakes, and I wake up.

Dream Two (Fragments): We're baby sitting my husbands ex's kids for some dumb reason. My husband is complaining that He didn't want to watch them because he hates his ex, I'm saying to stop complaining he may hate her but she's nice to me. The kids are playing in the living room with our kids, and we're in the back room with the door open so we can hear them, cleaning up legos. There are tons and tons of Legos, all over the floor. I can't believe the sheer number of them. It's like the number of legos my brother and I had growing up after collecting them for years, I have no clue how my kids could have amazed so many, especially since my husband usually refuses to buy toys with lots of small pieces because he worries the kids will make a mess. After we clean up all the legos, my husband is fussing because the kids parents hadn't come to pick them up yet and they were late. I offer to call and ask them why they're running late.

(Missing time)

There's a girl who looks like Aqua from Birth by Sleep. She's claiming to be a shape shifter. She is bragging that the original girl thought her father had died when she was a kid, but the truth was the father died right after she was born at the shape shifters hands. Then the shape shifter changed into her father to use his political influence to her advantage, then when she no longer needed his form, she made it look like she/he died in a mud slide. I see the mudslide scene in my dream. Then, the girl opens my closet and moves all my clothes, to reveal a secret area. Inside the secret area there's a really big plastic tote. She opens the tote and the real Aqua/girl is there. She's wearing a lacy wedding dress and looks like a doll. She falls forwards and then comes to life and catches herself on the sides of the tote.

(Missing times)

I'm a pirate, but my house is the pirate ship. We're being attacked by other pirates. They're firing at the walls, but from the knee level down only. We're jumping around like crazy trying not to get hit in the legs by these shots. Then a short bald pirate bursts in, he reminds me of Schmee from the Disney version of Peter Pan. He's really mean though, not a push over like in the disney movie. He bursts in and starts trying to kill me, we grapple on the ground a bit, and then I manage to wrestle him out the front door. Suddenly he turns into the neighbors kid and I'm yelling at him, "We don't want you around anymore! GO AWAY!" he starts crying and I tell him that we don't want him around because he'd mean. He needs to get lost, and I'm sorry we ever took him in! Then he suddenly looks like my son and I feel really sad because I feel like I'm telling my own kids I don't love them. I wake up nearly crying.

I'm not sleeping well lately because I've been having trouble with my mom, last night was the worst yet. I will be so glad when she gets her truck fixed so I can take back my husbands car and be done with her. I know that sounds harsh, but even now being grown and having a family of my own, I feel like she's always bringing me down and now it's worse because she involves my family with it. As I'm sure is seen in my dreams, things usually take a turn for the worst when she shows up in them.

Dream One (Fragment): We're at the lake house, my husband and I. I have family there in a black SUV in front of us, we're also in our car. My family pulls out of the driveway, then stops on the middle of the dirt road. My uncle gets out of the SUV and says, "Another hundred bucks right there!" and runs over to the side of the road. I don't know if he picked something up or turned something off, in the dream it could have gone either way. The impression though was he either gained a hundred bucks or saved a hundred bucks by turning something off that would have been a big waste of money. Then he gets back in the SUV and they start driving. Chris tells me to look closely, we might find some money too. I tell him he's silly, but then he says, "Is that forty dollars?" and I jump up asking where. There's no money, just trash blowing by the road. we get back on the road, and it starts winding like crazy and getting muddy. The car slides around like crazy but it didn't seem dangerous. I wake up.

Had a sore throat and runny nose when I woke up, then couldn't get back to sleep, so after an hour of trying to sleep, I just broke down and took NyQuil. I was out in thirty minutes But if I dreamed I couldn't remember them, it's a side effect of the NyQuil I guess. I had one fragment the entire morning.

Dream Two (Fragment): I'm on the lake with my kids, we're in a round raft you would go tubing behind a boat in. Only we're not tubing behind a boat. My kids are sitting in the circle, and I've got a paddle. I'm paddling back towards the cabin. My little boy says, "Oh no mommy, we're paddling by the bad house!" I asked him what he meant the bad house, none of the houses were bad, and he replies, "The house that takes forever to get past! That house makes us slow mommy!" I assure him the house won't slow us down, it just seems that way because this part of the river is big and open. After paddling furiously for a while, we're in front of the lake house (I will refer to this as the cabin from now one b/c that's how we usually reference it!) I notice the tube gets water in it if I lean too far forwards when I paddle. I ignore it. I paddle us up to the jet ski dock and grab the side. My mom is standing on the hill. I'm angry because this is dad's families house, and I don't think she should be there since she divorced him fifteen years ago. She's yelling that she's been waiting on me to get back for four hours and that it's irresponsible to take the kids out on the lake by myself. I'm ignoring her, thinking we didn't go far and they had on life jackets. If we'd gotten tired or stuck one of the friendly people on the lake would have given us a ride. I climb out and hold the tube so the kids can climb out. My little girl climbs out first, then she runs to her grandma. My little boy is scared because every time he steps on the dock it starts to sink. I assure him it's just because the foam has washed out and he'll be fine, he just needs to hurry up. Eventually he climbs out. I start walking towards mom who is still yelling at me. I wake up.


This is the second night I've dreamed of the River this week. I don't think I've dreamed of that place in a long time, at least since last year. The dreams make me want to go there, but I know it's too cold.

I couldn't sign in until I changed my host files, so I was just keeping my dream journal in a word document until I broke down and decided to mess with my host file, so I'm adding them all in now, I just hope the post will take all this! lol

2-21-12
Dream One (fragment): I remember seeing pictures of Nintendo Characters flashing in the dream. That’s pretty much it. I got the feeling I was being shown options or something.

Dream Two: The dream starts off with me sitting in a car with my kids and a male. I don’t know who the man was, just that in the dream I felt he was a family member or a family friend. We’re impatiently waiting for my husband. I have dream memories of my husband telling me that one of his best friends from high school is in town giving a spiritual seminar, and he wanted to swing in a see him. This is the third time he’s gone to visit this friend in as many days. I remember thinking this friend is a quack. I’m pretty open minded, but everything I had read about the guy gave me a wrong feeling. My husband is inside a hotel where this seminar was supposed to be taking place, and we’re in the parking lot waiting. The Kids are getting impatient, and cranky, so I say I’m going to get my husband and hurry him out. I get out of the car and go inside the hotel. The seminar is in the lobby and it’s HUGE. I see my husband just watching this man talk, and I go up to him and tell him we need to go because the kids are cranky. He says he can’t leave yet because the man is still talking to his attendees and my husband hasn’t had the chance to talk to him yet. I tell him he has five more minutes, then he’d better come out whether he talks to his friend or not because the kids are ready to go. I walk outside and inform the man who was in the car with us that it’ll just be five more minutes, and that I’m going to go back in and make sure it’s only five minutes if I have to drag my husband out so be it. I walk back, but instead of cutting diagonally across the parking lot I take my time walking to the sidewalk to my left then following it up to the building and then around to the door. When I get inside, my husband is still standing there listening like one of the other attendees and I’m really annoyed. I check the clock and its been five minutes. I grab him by the arm and tell him it’s time to go. He protests that he hasn’t been able to talk to his friend yet. I say I don’t care, he’s talked to him two days in a row already, and we need to go. My husband protests again, louder this time, causing the friend to stop talking and all the attendees to turn and look at us. My husband turns red with embarrassment, and lets me pull him out the door. Outside he starts whining like the kids how he just wanted to talk to his friend and yadda yadda yadda. I get pissed off and tell him he’s seen his “girl friend” in there twice in two days already, and I’m sorry he can’t see the man today, but if the friend thought he was worth seeing he’d make time for him and to come on. My husband gets pissed that I called his guy friend a girlfriend and implied that he had any feelings like that for the guy. He tells me I’m just jealous, and I tell him no I am pissed because he’s not thinking about the kids being cranky and tired and needing to go to bed. He argues that they can sleep in the car, and I storm off to the car. I tell the guy in the car that I’m sorry, my husband and I were having a fight, would he and his wife mind keeping the kids over night? He says no problem, and his wife is in a car nearby so we move the carseats over (somehow with the kids still buckled in them, lol!) to her car so they can leave. My husband comes over and keeps complaining again, and I tell him to go fuck off and do whatever the hell he wants, I’m going to walk home. I start walking home and he gets in the car and follows me telling me it’s not safe for me to walk home alone. I tell him to piss off again, and he drives off giving me my space. After walking another couple feet, I feel like it’s this friend of his fault and know there will be a repeat of the incident if this friend doesn’t either make time for him or tell him to get lost he’s too busy to talk, so I decide to confront the guy. I walk back to the hotel and it starts raining. I put my hoodie on my head and run for the doors. I get inside and the seminar is over. The front desk says they will summon the guy, but he’s gone back to his room. There’s a bed in the middle of the lobby and I’m tired, so I lay down on it. I fall asleep in my dream, but don’t dream (because I’m already dreaming? Lol) when I wake up in dream I hear the desk attendant telling the friend of my husband’s that one of his followers wanted to speak with him. I decide that now that he’s in the room, and I’ve rested, I’m not fired up anymore and am too intimidated by him to say anything. I pretend to keep sleeping. The guy doesn’t seem intimidating in the dream or anything, but I’m a big chicken when it comes to confrontation unless I’m really worked up over something. The guy comes over and sits on the bed, then reaches up and brushes my hair behind my ear while saying, “Good morning sunshine.” I growl at him that I’m already awake, and he says he knows. He says he knows who I am, I am C’s wife. I nod, but before I can actually voice a reply he starts saying, “I know you’re unhappy. The two of you are too different. He doesn’t understand or have the patience you do with your children. He doesn’t share the same beliefs you do. You love each other very much, but love isn’t enough to make things work. There’s someone else out there for both of you. Someone who will make you both much happier than if you stay together.” At first I feel really subdued by the man’s words thinking, he’s exactly right, but then when he starts talking about there being someone else I roll off the bed as quickly as possible and start storming off, my fists balled up without a word to him. He stays on the bed and call out, “What’s wrong? You know I am only speaking the truth.” I turn and glare at him and tell him, “I may not be happy, and your right about the things wrong in our relationship. But you’re also right that I love him. I don’t want to hear that there is someone else, you are supposed to be his friend. If you want to offer advice, advise us on how to fix things, don’t try to split apart our family!” Then I wake up for real because my husband is going to work.
Dream Three: I’m still angry with my husband, but we are home. I have run out the back door and across the pasture to the barn. The barn looks totally different on the inside. I am fuming mad, at my husband for choosing to spend so much time waiting for a friend who has no time for him, and at his friend for being such a jerk and trying to split us up. In the barn I look back and see my husband making his towards the barn. I close and lock the front barn door, and when I go to lock the back door so he can’t come inside and bug me, his friend is standing there. I realize at once the guy looks like Russel Brand in that movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall, and if he hadn’t suddenly appeared in the barn I would have probably laughed about the realization. He doesn’t act goofy like that character though, but he does put out his hand and say, “You know I’m telling you the truth, why won’t you admit it to yourself? Why don’t you want to be happy?” I reply that I know my husband loves me, and I love him too much to hurt him. I’d rather be miserable than know my happiness was at the cost of his, and my children’s when they’re suddenly divided between parents. The man tells me that my husband isn’t really happy, he only thinks he is because he has what he thinks he wants. He tells me that there is someone else that would make him even happier and I am selfishly being a martyr by clinging to the idea that I am sacrificing my happiness to make my family happy. I get mad and yell at him to get lost, that I don’t like him and I want nothing to do with his so called advice. I turn to lock myself in a stall where he can’t get to me, but instead of finding a stall there’s a desk full of papers on a wooden platform. I stomp over to it thinking I can make myself look busy and maybe he’ll leave me alone, but on the table I find my husband’s wedding ring. Instead of being all shiny and maintained, it looks like it’s rusted and there are big dents in it. I grab it and feel sad for a moment, but then I realize I haven’t got a clue where my own wedding ring is so why should I care if his is unworn? (In reality mines been missing for at least six months, we think for almost a year, neither of us can remember when I last wore it and there aren’t any pictures of me wearing it since 11 months ago) I start to leave the barn, now feeling more sad than anything else, and when I open the barn door my husband’s mom is there. She says “Well hello B, how are you feeling today?” I tell her I’m frustrated, that her son is really getting on my nerves, and she just replies, “oh well, your married, things are going to come up to bother you both.” I nod and she turns around and walks off. My husband is finally at the barn, and before I can start to talk to him and tell him I’m sorry or anything he starts talking about his friend again. I get so mad and angry that I want to scream. I turn to go back inside the barn and close the door, thinking that there’s no point trying to talk to him, there never is. I need to just walk away until I have more patience, then I wake up.
Dream Four: I am in a dark apartment. My dream self recognizes that the apartment is my brothers (my brother doesn’t live in an apartment, and I’ve never been where he does live) He’s asked me to pick something up today to take to his girl friend. I’m looking for it, and a voice tells me “The droid tablet is under the recliner.” I reach under and find it, say thanks, and leave. As I go out the door, I end up back in the same room, but it’s daylight and I know it’s the next day now. Instead of having the tablet, I now have flowers or something his girlfriend wanted me to deliver to him. I don’t expect him to be home because he’s out of town for training, but when I go to set the flowers on the coffee table there’s a chair to my left with a pile of blankets on top of it. I startle as the covers move and my brother appears from under them. I feel relived it’s just him, then chide him for scaring me when he’s not supposed to be home yet! He laughs and says, “I just told you last night where to find the tablet. Did you forget? Or did you think it was a ghost telling you where it was?” I glare at him, still feeling annoyed from my previous dream, then ask him if he’s called his girlfriend yet because she’s really worried about him. He says no, he just got home last night and was tired so he went straight to bed. He’ll call her in a little bit when He’s done waking up. Then I wake up.
2-22-12

Dream One: I spent the evening watching the two Dream Views sites fighting it out, the real vs. the hacked/fake one, and my first dream of the night was a blurry rehashing of that. In my dream, our dreams weren’t being monitored online, but rather in our heads, and every time we went to sleep alien hackers were hacking into our brain and watching our dreams trying to find those who opposed them. I don’t remember much beyond that concept though. I do remember praying to the “Dream Views Goddess” in the dream, who seemed more like a Joan Of Arc than a real Goddess, someone who existed and was fighting the aliens. I was praying that she would protect my dreams so that I wouldn’t be taken down by brain hacking aliens. Every now and them, my dreams get crazy conspiracy theory like enough to make even me think, WTF?! Lol
Dream Two: I was in the car with my husband. We were on our way to a house where we suspect someone who was trying to kill me lived. I have dream memories of being different from normal, that I had suddenly gotten myself thrown into a weird mystical war. It wasn’t one where it was like good versus evil, but rather one species verses another, where people’s allegiances were determined by what changed them, not their own personal beliefs. I wasn’t aware of what I was at this point in the dream, just that there was a prophecy of some sort. My husband is driving and the kids are in the back seat, I’m worried and stressed out, and my husband pulls into his old high school parking lot. He says he needs to ask someone for some advice, and I lock the car doors afraid to get out of the car. I feel like I’m safe in there. I see three skinny guys in girl jeans and black leather jackets with bleached hair smoking against a white sports car. I notice they’re watching my car and it’s freaking me out even more. I wonder if they’re the ones trying to kill me. So I lean over and hit the lock button one more time making sure all the doors are locked. The guys start laughing and walk up to my car. They’re surrounding it, one on either side and one in front of the car. Suddenly their faces and clothes warp and they look like skeletons in black cloaks, like grim reapers. They’re all wobbly like their bones are made of rubber or something and two of them are moaning eerily. The one on the driver’s side presses it’s self against the door and starts speaking in a moaning prophetic voice, “Kill the one who seeks your life or be killed by him. Then, only through rebirth can the prophecy be fulfilled.” I’m terrified of these things, suddenly hoping they don’t think about busting through the glass. Then my little boy crawls into the front seat with me and they vanish. He is unafraid, and doesn’t seem to have seen them. Out of instinct I fuss at him for crawling over the seats because he could get hurt, but inside I’m so happy because I feel like he’s saved me by scaring them off. He whines a bit about being bored in the back seat, but then my husband unlocks the car door and tells him to get back in the back seat. With all of us in the car, we get back on our way to where we think the man trying to kill me is. My husband drives past the right road, and I ask him where he’s going and he says he forgot the way. I tell him he just passed the road. He turns around and we go down the right road. When we get to the location specified in the prophecy there are a lot of people who look alike, like a whole family complete with grandparents and cousins and such, having a picnic and it seems to be a park. My kids are no longer in the car, but my dream self doesn’t seem to care they’re not there anymore, all I’m thinking about is that one of these people want to kill me. The whole family gives me glares, and I ask where the man who wants to kill me is. An old man says, “He’s not here. He’s running away from you and your damned prophecy! Why should I lose my son because of some stupid prophecy? He has done nothing wrong! He has not hurt you!” I feel the same way, but I don’t say anything, Instead I feel like there’s something important to my right. I turn right and start walking, then I feel like I need to go left again, So I turn left and start walking down a big grassy hill. Halfway down the hill I see a man laying on the ground. He’s dressed in holey shabby clothes with stains and has a red bandana tied around his head. I can tell just by looking at him that he’s the man who’s supposed to try to kill me, he’s the one the skeletons said I had to kill before he could kill me. He’s asleep. I still don’t want to kill him, but I know I have to do something, so I lightly kick his shoe to wake him up. I point my fingers at him like they’re a gun, and as soon as he opens his eyes I say, “Bang. If I really wanted to kill you, you’d be dead right now. But I don’t want to kill you.” The man jumps up quickly and pulls out a huge knife, probably a foot long with really jagged edges. He’s waving it wildly at me, and tells me, “I don’t believe you! You’re going to kill me. The prophesy said so! But I’ll kill you first!” We start circling each other with our hands clenching at our sides like in action movies, lol. I counter back at him, “I have so much to live for, and I’m sure you do too. Let’s just toss this prophesy bull shit out and live our lives. He counters, “No. My family is counting on me being the winner. If I fulfill this prophecy they will finally have a reason to be proud of me!” I reply, “Your family would rather have you alive and the prophesy unfulfilled than have it fulfilled and you dead!” Then he says, “They don’t care about me now, but they will when I am the victor of an ancient prophesy!” “I counter with, “They do care! And even if you don’t think they care, don’t you care about them? Wasn’t that little girl your sister? Is she in kindergarten yet? Do you think she wants her big brother to die?!” He replies, “She starts next year, but she’s the only one who cares. She’d be better off without her loser brother making her look bad!” He leaps forwards towards me with this knife, and I instinctually turn into a giant wolf (think of something like the shadow wolf Link becomes in Twilight Princess) and I lunge right back at him. I grab his wrist that is holding the blade in my mouth, and push him to the ground with my weight and momentum. He hits the ground with a thump and drops the knife. I turn back into myself, still straddling him, and I grab the knife he dropped and hold it above my head. I yell really loud in anger and frustration, and then bring it down as fast and as hard as I can into the ground an inch from his head. The guy is nearly crying in fear of his life, and I stand up. He’s cowering on the ground trying to figure out if he’s still alive or a spirit now. I hold my hand out and grumble at him, “You now owe me your life, consider this your death and be reborn as my ally.” The can is crying but gets up and thanks me. He says he has changed his mind, I was right, he doesn’t want to die or kill anyone. He realizes having almost died that his life, no matter how worthless it seems, it’s still worth the world. I tell him to go tell his family he’s safe, I have to track down the creepy skeleton guys because I think they’re the real enemy for making up these crazy prophecies that pit people against one another. I walk forwards and end up in a cave, then I can’t remember any more of them dream though I’m sure there was more to it.
Dream Three: I am in the car with my husband again. We’re driving in the dark down a dirt driveway or road, and there’s grass almost as tall as the car on both sides. The road turns and winds, so it’s often that you can’t see anything but grass all around the car, like being stuck in the middle of a field with super tall grass of some kind. There’s a lady in the back seat, and she’s really worried. She says it’s been three or four days since she’s heard from her husband and she’s worried the giant were-crocks have gotten him. The road opens up, and there’s a tree and a front yard, and a tiny yellow shack like house. There’s a tire swing on the tree swaying as if in wind, but the wind isn’t blowing the grass or the tree. I’m getting really creeped out. We pull up to the house, so close that if my husband opens the door he’ll hit the front porch with his door. The lights are on in the house and on the porch. There are two doors on the porch, one on each wall against the porch. The one directly in front of us has a closed screen door, but the actual door is closed. The other door looks like it’s made of slats of some kind and it’s closed, but light is peaking through the cracks between the slats. It looks like every single light is on in the house. I tell my husband not to open the door, he nods and says, “I’ll honk the horn. If he’s still alive he’ll come to the door. If he doesn’t we’re going to have to wait it out for an hour, and after that assume the worst.” He lays on the horn a few times. No one comes out of the house. The woman is crying. And this is where my son wakes me up, thankfully, lol.

Dream Four: I’m swimming at an indoor public pool. For some reason I’m expecting to have some books delivered to me, and I get out of the water to ask my mom who happens to be there as well if she’s seen anyone come in with them yet. She says no, so I get back in the water. I dive under the water, and see something brown on the bottom of the pool like two boxes. I swim to the bottom and fetch the boxes off the bottom of the pool. I look at the labels after I set them on the edge of the pool, and they are addressed to me. I open the boxes and they’re full of very wet manga. I am pissed. I take the volumes to the front desk and tell them I am a first time customer who was expecting a package today, and whoever accepted the packages in the office threw them into the pool instead of trying to find the person they should have been delivered to. The old lady in the office sighs and says she’s sorry, she’ll replace them. She takes the books from me and starts writing down the prices and adding them up on a calculator. I wake up.

2-23-12
Dream One (Fragment): I remember reddish orangeish brownish rocks, like you would expect to see in Arizona or somewhere. There was also a huge cave with water and dripping stalactites/stalagmites with a big pool of water. I don’t remember any of what I was doing in those, but I get the distinct remembering that I was not alone. I remember waking up, but it could have been a false awakening, and thinking I needed to write that dream in my dream journal. Then I recalled I still can’t log into Dream Views, and I vaguely recall there being another web site I used to write all my dreams on before. I think of some name, that I can’t remember now, and then roll over and go back to sleep. In reality there is no other websites, dream views is the first I’ve found dedicated to dream journals and lucid dreaming and such. I have however always sent my best dreams to my BFF over Facebook as messages. That could be what I was thinking of.

Dream Two: I’m not quite asleep yet, but I’m in that stage where reality and dreams tend to overlap. I’m rarely in that stage for long, but I roll over. When I roll over I feel a shift in the room, and I’m pretty sure it’s the spirit in the house moving from one side of the room to the other, but in my half asleep state of mind, I picture it as a giant white and grey wolf walking through my room. I freak out and roll back over to get a better look and I’m awake now so It’s gone.
Dream Three: I’m in a room, seems like a living room or a lobby. Beside me is Twig the Faerie (She’s a Renaissance Festival Circuit Faerie, and very cute!) We’re sitting on the floor and she’s giggling (Those who know Twig know she doesn’t really talk, lol). There is a HUGE girls bathroom behind me, where two heavier girls are doing their hair with the door open, talking to us loudly so their voices project out of the bathroom. Suddenly the back door opens, and a bald middle aged man walks in, driping wet and stark naked! I turn my head quickly so I’m not looking because it’s embarrassing me, and twig is giggling at him. The man starts talking, he’s mad because someone stole his towel from the shower and he thinks it was us. We insist it wasn’t us, but it’s a funny prank and we bet the boys did it so he’d come over to yell at the girls while he was naked. I’m studying my thumb very closely hoping he’d just hurry up and get out. He grumbles a bit more, then leaves, leaving a puddle in the floor. I start to clean up the puddle and Twig hops up and I notice that her wings are bundled up and hidden under her shirt, except that one seems to have gotten caught on her shirt and is peeking out and making the back line of the shit look wrong. I tell her to stop, and I fix it. She says, “Thank you so much! No wonder my wings were hurting so bad this morning!” and I’m happy to see she has a very high pitched and adorable voice to go with her adorable character. I tell her it’s not problem, but just then someone bursts into the room and the whole thing goes to pot. They had seen me fix her wing through the mirror, and called the cops, and they were going to take us into custody for being faeries! Twig pulls a string under her shirt that’s holding her wings down, and her wings fly out the back, shredding the shirt at the same time. It’s barely staying on in front, and the cops stop to stare briefly, then she flies up and the roof is gone, it’s just open night sky and we’re in a city instead of a living room. The cops come at me too, and I find a string under my own shirt that has the same effect as hers. I fly up, and we’re being shot at as we try to escape. I find that I can’t sly as high as I would like, and instead try to use my aerial height to boost my speed by diving and hoping to land far enough ahead of the cops they can’t find me. When I hit the ground I call out, “Goddess help me!” and the whole dream warps and shifts again. I’m back in the living room again, alone, but I can hear people outside. I open the back door the naked man had come in through, and find a beautiful landscape. There’s a stone porch, with wooden trellises hung with beautiful vines and flowers. The platform goes on for about fifteen feet ahead, and then there’s a curved walk way also made of vine covered trellises, that has an opening at the center. I start to walk in, and from inside I can see that if I go left I will end up on the beach and if I go right I will go to a wooded area. If I go forwards and out the other side of the walk way I will be at a long building. Then this little critter that reminds me of a sugar glider with a Koala head and EXTRA BIG eyes. I say, “awww, how cute! Come here little Chi Chim!” (I’m pretty sure this is a direct result of reading SpeedRacer to the kids before bed, and Chi Chim is my brain rehashing the little boys pet monkey’s name, Chim Chim just dropping or forgetting the first m ) The little critter crawls up my arm and rests on my shoulder for a minute so I can pet it. Then I hear my mom’s voice behind me. The little critter scurries away, and I turn to see my mom behind me. She asks me how I’ve been since I’ve moved here to be with others like me. I tell her I love it here, it’s so wonderful. Everyone can feel things, I don’t feel like I’m crazy anymore. She nods, and says it’s a really pretty place, she wouldn’t mind living here herself. Then, there’s a loud screech behind me. I turn around to see a bird of prey diving at what looks like Chi Chim. I freak out and run towards it, scaring the bird back and grab Chi Chim. But it’s not Chi Chim, it’s another cute critter that looks more like regular grey squirrel. I carry it up to where my mom is, and it curls up in my hands, happy and safe. There’s a group of other people laughing to my left, and I notice the bird of prey resting on one’s shoulder. I call out to him that what he’d done hadn’t been very nice, to which he replies his birds gotta eat. I show the squirrel critter to my mom, and tell her everyone here has a familiar or some kind, they always just show up shortly after we arrive in our stuff and take up with us right away. I tell her mine is named chi chim, he’s kind of like this little guy, but more independent and has much bigger eyes. Then I tell her he looks like my daughter’s toy “oogie” only with grey instead of pink and white stripes, and the size of a rat. To my right some girls walk up and start talking. I recognize them as the girls from the bathroom. One’s carrying a baby. She asks me if I want to hold her, and I say sure, “I set the squirrel down and hold the baby for a moment. I tell my mom that I was there when the girl gave birth, and the girl says she was lucky to have me there because I’d given birth twice and really talked her through the painful parts. My Mom says that’s sweet, and asks if she can hold the baby. The girl says sure, and I hand over the baby. Then I notice something funny about the girls eyes, they almost seem to flash like blue and yellow lights. I get a bad feeling like something was wrong, so I turn to walk away hoping not to be pursued, but the girls suddenly grow huge claws and start walking towards me. I turn and run back into the arched walkway, but the group with the falcon now has Blue and Yellow flashing eyes as well. I run the other direction towards the beach in the walk way, but there’s a guy there, and he’s got the yellow and blue flashing eyes too. He runs at me while everyone else is just walking, so I turn back around and go towards the long building I had seen when I first saw the walkway. I make it to the door, but then the boy leaps and knocks me through the door, to the ground. The floor of the building collapses and my back hits the basement floor hard. It hurts, but the guy had his hands around my shoulders digging his thumbs into my windpipe so I can’t breathe. I try to fight him but I can’t, I can’t stop thinking that he feels so familiar, and that he would never hurt me, something has to be wrong with him. Then I reach out and pull him closer to me, I manage to get his lips to mine and his grip on my neck loosens enough that I can gasp for breath and say broken up words. I continue kissing him until his hands drop from my neck completely. I’m gasping his name over and over trying to breathe but also get through to him past whatever is controlling him, “K, I know you’re in there, K please! K!” He grabs my head and pulls me closer and starts saying my name and I know I’ve gotten through to him but he just keeps kissing me, in full out make our territory now, which is definitely a first, in all the dreams he’s been in we’ve never kissed, let alone made out hot and heavy, and yet here he is groping me. Then I get the closest I've been to lucid in a LONG time. I can feel my body in bed, the sheets and pillows and even tell that I'm laying on my back, I just can't move because I'm still stuck in the dream (and honestly, I didn't want to leave! lol) At the same time, I was seeing K in a bed as well, with the dream super imposed on him, like a project on a screen for a split second. Then, I lost my awareness of my bed and everything, all I saw was the dream building and K back to dream "normal" . Suddenly he pushes me away and says, “Oh god, B, I’m sorry!”I’m not sure if he’s apologizing for trying to kill me or for making out with me, so I just say it’s ok, everything’s fine now. Then he says everything is not fine now, the others are still under something’s control , so we need to get away quickly. He runs out a door on the back of the building. I follow, and there’s a sharp hill to the left. He climbs into a barrel that’s beside the hill, and then climbs onto the top of the hill. I follow. Then there’s some time I can’t remember what happens, but we cross a road and there’s a building made of glass, like a green house. We walk in, I’m following K, and he seems determined about the path, like he’s concentrating on it and won’t talk to me. My Mom comes up behind us, and she starts to talk about stained glass and a project she’s working on. K tells me to ignore her and keep moving, but she’s my mom so I talk to her as I walk. She’s saying someone wanted a certain piece of glass because she liked the way the colors swirled in it, but the rest of the class broke it because they all wanted it to. Then when it was shattered the girl couldn’t use it anymore, and it was purple and blue swirled so she thought I’d like to have it. K says NO, firmly, and I have a bad feeling about the whole thing, so I just tell her no thanks. She keeps insisting I should have this piece of glass, and offers to make me something out of it. I tell her the whole thing gives me a bad feeling, and I don’t want anything to do with glass that someone else was wrongfully cheated out of. Then my daughter woke me up.

2-24-12
I didn’t sleep well last night so I only have two dream fragments and no real dreams to write about.
Dream One (Fragment): I was in a store, it looked like our local J.C. Penny at Christmas time, with lots of toys stacked up around the escalators. I was looking at a giant train set, the kind that was made for little kids to ride on. I decided it was too big and too expensive to buy for my kids, so I turn to walk to my right. There’s a table with a group of guys hanging out around it. I stop for a minute to see what everyone’s doing, and they’re playing some sort of card game. My first thought was it might have been magic the gathering, (I’ve never played the game, so I don’t know what it looks like when people are playing) but then I decide that even though all the cards are fantasy like creatures, it can’t be magic because my husband has some magic cards from his high school days and they’re all regular rectangular cards. The cards in this game were shaped like the creatures they represented on top with the bottom being a rectangular section listing the attacks and damage. Someone hands me a few cards and tells me to join in. I don’t know what I’m doing but I decide to try it out if someone will help me. The first card I have is a girl creature. It has a woman’s face and body with blue furry looking hair, wings, and a blue furry tail.

Dream Two (Fragment): I’m viewing this dream from third person, so it’s like watching a tv show or something. I’m watching Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and he’s in front of a house with a blonde woman in a pink house coat and her little girl who must be 7 or 8. He looks off into the distance where there is a blue and orange flame high above the trees. It looks very unnatural. He tells the woman and her child to go inside and lock the doors, he’s going to check the fire out. She tells him to be careful, then quickly pulls the little girl inside and slams the door. Angel runs at super vampire speed through the woods, and comes out at a road like an interstate or a big highway. There’s a big middle aged man standing next to a car that’s burning on the side of the road. The unnatural flames are coming from the car. The man tells Angel he knows what he is, and he is going to die like the filthy vampire he is. I wake up.

I took a nap this after noon since my husband was home and I had gotten up early to take my grandma to the doctor. At the Doctors office my grandma and I had a conversation about a dream she had about fixing up her house. I told her the dream sounded awesome, but her was so old, I really hoped that she would consider selling it when she had paid off enough of it that she could sell it and break even on what she still owes. I'm pretty positive that's where the begging of this dream came from, lol. (yeah, my husband and I live with my grandmother. She wasn't able to make her house payments on her own, but was unwilling to move out bc she still owed more than the house was worth and didn't want her credit ruined. We moved in to help her pay her bills and fix the house because it's from the 40s and whoever built it and lived in it before us took every shortcut they could :/ plus it's old, so age is wearing it down as well. We dislike this house, so every now and then we all want to find something better, it just never gets past the planning stages before Grandma changes her mind.)

I dream that I am at the computer, looking at houses online. I see one that is priced really cheap and looks to be perfect for our family. I'm looking at a picture of this house online, and suddenly I'm sucked into the computer, and Grandma and the kids and I are standing right there in front of the house. We go up to knock on the door and see if we can tour it, but then notice a big "SOLD" sign in the yard. There are several other houses nearby for sale though. We decide to check some of them out. We walk past one that's brick and the doorways are shaped like Nintendo characters (I recognized Toad and Mario) but we don't go look at it because it's obvious it's outside of our price range. We see another smaller house that's green and walk up to it. Grandma tries the door and it's unlocked, so we go inside to look at it. Immediately I realize someone must still live there because it had all the signs of a well lived in house. Dishes in the sink., bills on the table, etc. I tell Grandma we shouldn't be in there, and she says nonsense, the door was unlocked so people interested in the house can look around and decide what they think. There's a paper on display on the counter that talks about the house, and lists the estimated monthly payment for the house. The amount is $1,226. I think to myself that is about how much we're putting into the house we're in right now, and this house is much newer and won't need all the repairs the one we live in does on a monthly basis. My little girl runs past me carrying my My Little Pony figurines (yes, I happen to watch the show with her. My husband doesn't want her to have "all those little pieces to scatter around" so I bought pony figures for myself, and just give them to her to play with one at a time to get around his rule ~_^) I chase after her down the hall and into a child's bedroom. There's a toy box in there, and my son who followed us imediatly dumps it over spilling out all the toys to play with. I start feeling really exasperated thinking they are making such a mess and it's not their toys and we shouldn't be there, and what will happen when the owners get home and find strangers in their house?! I'm trying to clean up, and I realize that every single pony we own is in the floor as well. I think to myself there is no way my daughter carried that many ponies in all by herself because I can't carry them all myself, and I'm mush bigger than her. I order the children to clean up because these are not their toys. We start cleaning up but I'm torn, wondering if all these ponies are ours, or is only a couple are, and how am I going to tell our ponies from someone else's ponies? I don't even know which ones she brought. I grab the big ponies and carry them to the car. Then I notice an old man and an old woman talking to my grandmother. It's their house, and they're happy to have someone looking at it as they have been trying to sell it for a long time. They tell me not to worry about the mess, and that I have lovely children. I thank them, but tell them I don't feel like my kids need to learn that it's OK to play with other peoples toys without asking first, that's why they are in trouble. Then I ask if the older couple know if the toy box in the child's room should have pony toys in it or not? They assure me that oh no, they only have a grandson, he doesn't play with my little pony toys. So I know all the ponies belong to my daughter. I collect the last of them (several tiny McDonald's Happy Meal pony toys) and throw them in the back of our "car" that has suddenly become a black SUV. Then I step out back to see what the back of the house looks like as Grandma is showing the kids off to the older couple. The back of the house shows it's three levels, and on a lake. Suddenly the dream zooms out as if I am on the lake looking at the house, then the dream shifts and feels like a different dream.

Part Two, same dream, or not?: I'm on the lake where my dad's family has a lake cabin. I'm on a boat of some kind, not sure if it's a jet ski or a pontoon, and I'm at the damn. Instead of the usual big open area of water, the area around the damn is roped off and there are several floating stalls in the roped off area. It's like an on water flea market, and totally awesome I jump off the boat and swim forwards towards the floating flea market. I get there and I see two visions, what the flea market looks like now, and what it probably looks like when it's full, as if I'm remembering it somehow. Then the full market part faded and it was back to being half empty. I swim up to a stall that looks familiar. It's a tattoo stand of some kind, offering beachy fare tattoos. Not the permanent kind, but the Henna ones, as well as all kinds of t-shirts and necklaces and stuff you'd expect to see at the beach, not in the middle of the lake in the middle of nowhere, lol. There's a guy with blond hair smiling at me from the floating booth. He squats down while I pull myself up onto the floating platform. He's really happy to see me, and I'm really happy to see him. During the dream I don't think about his name or anything. I'm sure I've known him forever, and I'm just so glad to be there and hang out with him that nothing else matters. I'm pretty sure looking back, he was K. He looked like him, maybe with frizzier hair and curlier, but the lake tends to do that to hair He asks me if I came to help him run the shop, and I tell him not today, I'm still not good enough at Drawing to trust myself to do Henna tattoos. He laughs and tells me that as long as I wipe off my mistakes quickly, the henna won't stain the skin, it takes a while for it to bond. I'm still uncomfortable with the idea. He asks me if I'll at least go for a swim with him before I leave. I'm so happy he asked, because I would love to go for a swim with him and get away from the hustle and bustle of the floating market. He yells at a guy in the stall next to him to watch his stuff for him while he takes a break. The man in the other stall says sure, no problem. The blond guy takes off his shoes and I take off my life jacket, realize I'm still wearing it from the time I was on the boat. I feel considerably freer and more comfortable without that life jacket! We dive into the water and start swimming away from the market. Not back to my boat, but towards that direction. We stop about three hundred feet or so away, and I think to myself I'm not even tired after swimming all that way! We start treading water, and talking about the floating stand. I have this memory of being the one who suggested he showcase his talents in a henna tattoo stand, and then the T-shirts and such were my fare. I remember that I'm the one who made them, and that seems like a me thing to do, I'm pretty creative and crafty, I just don't have the pencil control for drawing. He's telling me he doesn't think he can run the stand next week, and I really should come and manage it for him. Then he hints that if I do, he'll come visit me just like I come visit him. I'm not really comfortable with the idea, but I say I'll think about it. I don't realize at the time that's what he's saying, because we're heading back towards the floating market, but then on my way to the floating market everything changes. The sun is suddenly rising instead of being high in the sky, and I'm wearing a life jacket again. I realize I'm going to open the market stall. I climb up on the float and take off my jacket. There's a string, and pulling on it reveals that I have another smaller float with a merch bundle tied to it that I was towing along with me. I start to unpack, and I feel sad. The stall just feels lonely without him there. I wake up.

I didn't get to sleep as much as normal today, but I will probably get a nap later to make up for it. In any case, I have a couple short fragmented dreams, but nothing big. Hopefully the fun, vivid dreams will happen when I get my last couple hours of sleep in this afternoon.

Dream One: On a whim, since I haven yet to become fully lucid in a dream, I tried what I think might be called a WILD, where I laid in bed and tried to picture what I wanted to dream, and stay conscious when I slipped into sleep. I don't really remember much of the dream. I think there was a car in the dream at one point. The only clear impression I have of the dream is running around with a guy and a girl around my age. I feel like we were searching for something and/or trying to protect someone. I woke up feeling really happy, so it couldn't have been a bad dream, but it just completely eludes me as to to what happened.

Dream Two: I am sitting in a car,. It's one of those teeny tiny compact cars, and it kind of reminds me of a Volkswagen beetle. No sooner do I find myself in the car, the thing starts filling up with water! There's no rain or water outside the car, just on the inside. I open the car door and crawl out, but the water doesn't empty out, it stays in the car and keeps filling up. As if there's some sort of invisible water barrier holding water in the car. I notice there's a car beside mine, that looks like mine only a different color. I think one was red or green, and the other one was blue, but it's hard to remember. A girl climbs out of the other car, and I immediately recognize her as being with me. I can't recall her name or anything, but I'm sure I know her and have spent the entire day with her. She starts cursing. I ask what's going on, and she tells me that a spell was cast on the cars to fill them with water and slow us down. She grabs a phone and calls for a tow truck. It appears instantly. The tow truck moves our cars out of the way and into a grassy yard. I walk over to my car, and I think it was blue. I open the door thinking the water will stay inside like before, but it doesn't. Water pours out of the car and makes a big puddle on the ground. The puddle is clean, and I notice somehow a kiddie pool has appeared under the door and caught all the water in the car, so my feet aren't even wet. The other girl calls out that the spell has weekend, but we still can't drive the cars far until everything dries out. She pulls her car forwards and angles it so the sun is shining into the open door, and I do the same. Then I take off my shoes and walk back to the kiddie pools. Suddenly I'm in a bathing suit. I dip my feet in the kiddie pool and the water is very warm and comfy. I think that since we can't go anywhere until the car dries out, I might as well relax for a while. Then I wake up.

Dream Three: I dream that I am in the old house I lived in with my grandma when I was a teenager. I'm sleeping in my bed, but my little boy is there, sleeping in the big bed with me. I wake up, and decide to go get a drink of water. When I get into the kitchen I see movement in the sun room. I walk into the sun room, and in the predawn light find my best friend Ambies in her pajamas as if she had been sleeping in the bed, only she was sitting up looking around. I ask her if she's ok, and she says she's scared. She heard a faint creaking door, and then a very scary scream. She said if she heard the door creak, it had to be one of the neighbors close by, and since she heard a scream if scares her that something bad has happened to someone, and if so whoever hurt them might come over and hurt us since we're so close. I'm a little unnerved by this myself, so I peek through the curtains trying not to disturb them as much as possible in case anyone's watching from outside. I don't see anything but woods, so I try to relax and tell her it must have been a bad dream. I go to the bathroom, then go back to the bedrooms. This time, instead of going to my bedroom, I go into my brothers room. My brother isn't there, but my grandma and my daughter are and they are sleeping in what should be his bed. I peek through the window in that room, and see a white dog in the woods. It reminds me of a white German Shepherd I've seen. It digs around in the bushes a minute, then turns and sits down, looking out across the yard. I leave the room trying not to wake anyone up, and then go back to my room. I peek out my window, and see that it's raining. The neighbors across the street have their garage and front doors standing wide open. I wonder it that's where the scream came from. I watch as a man in a suit and a round dress hat walks into the house with a briefcase. I find it odd he doesn't wipe his feet as he goes in. I yawn and decide to go back to sleep. As soon as I lay down my little boy rolls over and buries his face in my back. I wake up.

Dream One: I dreamed that our neighbors daughter had triplets. The neighbor wasn't watching them, and one of the babies crawled over to our house and was playing on our porch. After a while, we opened to door and coaxed the baby inside. It was a girl, and she started playing with our kids old baby toys. The neighbor comes over eventually looking for the baby. We tell her she doesn't deserve to have the baby if she'd not taking care of it, and we should call social services instead of giving the baby to her. She gets mad and says that it's hard to watch three babies at a time, and we tell her that if ones been missing for a few hours and she didn't notice then she must not have actually been watching them. Then the neighbor tells us to just keep the baby because she doesn't want to deal with three. I wake up.

Dream Two: I'm on my grandmother's bed, and there are all kinds of small creatures. I'd call them magical woodland creatures or faeries. They didn't look like normal wood creatures, they were like tiny cat sized moving trees and half lion half people things among other stuff that I can't think of how to describe. Two of the creatures are having an argument so I suggest that instead of fighting, they should compete. The other creatures suggest a tree growing contest. Who can grow a tree the fastest. The one creature cries that she can't grow trees so that is rigged. I know that little creature is good at sewing so I offer that while the one creature who is good at growing trees is growing a magic tree, she can embroider a magic tree. They all agree this would be best. I get out my sewing kit and hand the little critter some pins and needles and embroidery thread in olive and tan. they little critters all start jumping on the bed as the race begins. My Son runs into the room and starts jumping on the bed too. I tell him to stop jumping on the bed or he's going to get hurt. He doesn't listen, instead does a back flop on the bed. Then I pull him off the bed to spank his butt, but he's got all the pins and needles I had given the embroidery critter stuck in his back. He doesn't cry, but I start freaking out. I tell him to hold still while I pull them out, but there are probably like 30 of them. He never once cries but I'm thinking, "OMG OMG OMG!" as I pull them out of his skin one by one. Most of them don't bleed, but some of the bigger ones do. Just as I'm taking the last one out, my grandmother opens her front door. All the little critters jump, spin, and disappear. Then I wake up.

Dream Three: I was at my mom's "house" that she is baby sitting for a rich friend. Only the house was even bigger than before and had three levels and 8 bedrooms and four bathrooms. I don't remember much of the begging, but I remember that Aladin (Yes, from the Disney movie!) was in my window telling me that he would make sure I got the token I needed. He'd have Abu bring it to me. He jumps out the window and disappears. I stand at the window and watch out it, anxiously waiting for this token. I can't remember what it was for, but it felt important. For some reason I knew I wasn't allowed to leave the house. I see Abu after about five minutes, but he gets ambushed by a couple of bigger monkeys that were hanging out in the trees. Without thinking I leap from the window and run up to the fight. The strange monkeys run away, Abu gives me a little copper colored coin like talisman, and then runs off as well. I look up and know there's no way in heck I'm going to get back to my room from the ground, so I have to risk getting caught going back inside. I try to sneak in, but my mom is having a party of some kind, and she is sitting in the living room with a bunch of people. I recognize my cousin Andy and his old housemate who's name I think started with a J. My uncle is there, and my mom's best friends Diane and Carol. Mom stops me and yells at me for being outside when I should be grounded. I tell her I fell out my window and to relax. Then I sarcastically add in, it wasn't like it hurt or anything, then grabbed my butt as if I was sore from landing. She glares at me and tells me to go to my room. I start to go to my room, but then I see my cousin Lauren standing at the bathroom door with a frustrated expression on his face. The doors closed, and he seems to be waiting on someone to finish inside. I ask him if he's ok, and he says he needs to use the bathroom but theres someone in there already and they're taking forever. I tell him the house has lots of Bathrooms, I'll show him to another one. Then the dream gets frustrating for me. I take him to the next closes bathroom which is in my mom's room. I stand in mom's door and point towards the bathroom. He walks through the room and just as I'm turning around to leave he tells me to wait. I turn back around and he says the bathroom has no walls! He refuses to use a bathroom that has no walls. I shrug and tell him the next closest bathroom is in the basement. I take him downstairs to the basement, and point to a door, and again he tells me to wait as soon as I turn around. I'm like What now?! and this bathroom has no floor. I'm getting frustrated thinking wtf, whats up with the bathrooms in this house?! I tell him there's one more bathroom and I'll take him there if he tells mom I was helping him so I don't get in trouble for not going to my room. He seems to understand that I am pissed off, because he starts talking about knowing the person who owned the house before mom's friend, and that the guy was seriously weird. I say it's weird the bathrooms have no walls and no floors, and that I can tell the guy must have been off his rocker. Then he starts saying something about the crazy way the guy decorated, and starts pointing out shit like a car model of a rainbow vw beetle that's suspended from a clothes line with clothes pins so you can push it alone the clothes line track. But it's set up like some kind of decoration, like you see trains running along the ceiling in some restaurants and such. Then he points out that all the drawers on the basement floor has letters on their drawer handles, and when you read them instead of just accepting each letter as a stand alone letter, it spells out I love truckers. Then I wake up laughing because the whole thing made this nice house my mom is staying in seem so redneck. Apparently my subconscious is a redneck interior decorator!

Dream One: Dreamed of playing Mario Kart Wii with my little boy again. This time I was playing as Rosalina, the princess we had just unlocked yesterday through Super Mario Sunshine. There's a pattern here, my first dream of the night is usually about whatever I did before bed, lol.

Dream Two: The dream starts off with me sitting at home, knowing I was supposed to meet a friend so our kids could play. Problem is, this friend and I have been on the outs so I am really nervous, and want to cancel. Thankfully, there's no drama in dreams, at least not for me. My friend, Chas, shows up before i can call and cancel on her. I start to say the kids aren't feeling well, and she says that's ok, she left her daughter with a babysitter and just wants to hang out. She tells me to leave the kids with my husband, and We're going to go to a concert. I'm really uneasy about it, but I agree just because I feel guilty for being the one who stopped talking to her. I climb in her car and do a double take because the truth is my friend doesn't drive in waking life! But I don't over analyze it in my dream, so I don't realize once again that I am dreaming. We drive to a big building that I can only guess was a mall, the details are fuzzy because I had this dream about 4 hours before I woke up for the morning! We go inside, and there's a large lobby area with lots of young adults and teens, some looking as young as 14/15is and others looking as old as 27/28ish. They're all lounging around on the floor on giant pillows and in bean bag chairs. There are also blankets and things lying around, like they had been camping out there for a while, maybe even over night. We see an empty couch and start to go sit on it, but then my friend gets a text from some guy asking her to bring him his guitar strap. She texts him back saying she has the strap in her purse and she's already at the concert location, so he could find her when he got there, she'd probably be in the baby department. Then, instead of sitting down, she asks if I'd mind going to the baby department to look around with her. I agree, and say that'd be fun. We head to the baby department, but are only there for a moment before she gets another text. She says she needs to go meet the guy she's supposed to give the guitar strap to, and pulls the strap out. I note that it's black and red plaid. I Start to follow her, and we go down a set of stairs into another lobby, this time there are only two guys lounging in the lobby. I feel something hit my foot as I step down the stairs. I bend over to pick it up, and it's a copy of the newest Blue Exorcist Manga. I ask the guys lounging in the lobby if this is their copy or if it fell out of my bag, and one of the guys reaches in his oversized pocket and pulls out a copy of the same Manga. He says, "I got mine right here, so it must be yours. Good choice!" Then he makes a silly clicking sound and winks at me. I roll my eyes, but then notice Chas has left without me and I'm alone. I decide to back track to the first lobby and wait for her there because I think that's where the concert is supposed to be. I get there, and she's already waiting on me. She says she can't stay for the concert after all, but she'll take me home. We get back into her car, and once again I think, wait, she can't drive! That's when I woke up.

Dream Three: The third dream starts out in the toy store with my husband and kids. We're looking at bikes. I decide that since the kids are being good riding in the buggy, and Bikes are really more of my husbands interest, I'll go look at something else. I start walking towards the girly toys, when I overhear loud talking. I stop in an aisle and pick up a toy pretending to read the box and listen to the conversation. One woman is talking to another woman. The first woman says, "There's nothing physically wrong with this kid. We should let him go, he'll probably find his parents on his own." The second woman says, "He's got to be sick, look at his eyes! If we just let him wander off to find his parents he'll get the other kids in the store sick." the first woman says, "If he's sick, we're at risk of catching it by being near him. He's probably just one of those mentally challenged kids escaped from his teacher. I'm sure she's right around the corner and He'll stop thrashing about if we let him go and stop scaring him by keeping him trapped." The second woman sighs, and then agrees to just let the kid wander around the store on his own. I hear a clinking sound like a cage opening, then the women scream and start running. Scared by the scream, my first thought is to get my family out of the store because something bad is about to happen. I start walking quickly, almost running towards the bike section, but then out of no where this kid looking like a zombie steps out. I gasp because his eyes look white and cloudy, and he's even reaching out in front of him like a zombie would, moaning. I think oh crap, that one lady was right, this kid is sick, he's got the zombie virus! I start to run, and the zombie kid follows me, also running. I think to myself I didn't think zombies could run, but maybe because kids are so full of energy zombie kids can. Then I think that if I keep going this way the zombie will not only get me, but also my husband and kids. i stop running, and turn to leave the store. The zombie grabs me, but it doesn't try to bite me or anything, instead it just grabs my legs like my kids do when they're scared. I wonder to myself if this kid really is a zombie, because he's not trying to eat me, and his skin looks too normal to be a zombie. Then I have this sudden memory of a man named Luke who is a lycanthrope (yes, my dreams create memories, lol) and I decide that if anyone would know what this kid is and how to help him, Luke would. I reach down and pick the kid up, and he's incredibly light. I carry him out of the store, and turn left. I remember walking across the parking lot, but I know I must have walked farther because the scenery changed so fast. I'm standing in front of these two small cottage looking buildings, but they're probably each the size of a storage building. They have green siding and white lattice work. I walk up to the glass door that's broken into many different squares, but my hands are full carrying this kid, so I can't open the door. Instead I balance on one foot and kick the bottom of the door lightly. A tall tan guy with long dark hair and black clothes opens the door and steps aside. At this point I don't pay much attention to him because there's a desk in the center of the room, and sitting at that desk doing paper work of some kind is Luke. Luke is a short looking guy with thick, shaggy, dirty blond hair that covers his ears and keeps falling in his face. He looks up at me, and sort of shakes his head to get the hair away from his eyes and I see he has on a pair of reddish brown glasses as well. He says "Hello. What've you brought in today?" and I hand the kid over to him. I start to tell him what happened, but before I can finish the first syllable, the kid turns into a big fluffy white cat with matted fur. Luke grabs the cat by the scruff of the neck and moves it around a bit trying to get a good look at it, then he sets it on the desk, and proceeds to pet it while explaining to me, "This poor fellow has an unstable case of Lycanthropy. It can be fatal if contracted, but I think he's going to be ok. If he were to die, it would have been the first time he turned." I nod, but then the cat startles, and jumps off the desk and runs out the door I had forgotten to close. Worried that it would spread the unstable lycanthropy disease I chase after it out the door. I catch up to it, and pick it up, but it bites me and I drop it cursing in pain. It runs again. I make it to the street, and can't see it anywhere. I start crying, afraid that I'd fucked up royally. The dark haired man walks up behind me and puts a hand on my shoulder. Suddenly I remember his name is John. "It's ok, don't cry." he starts, "Luke wouldn't have wanted you to know, but that strain of lycanthropy is no longer contagious. It will only effect and possibly kill the first 1000 people in contact with it before the strain becomes so diluted that it can be destroyed by the bodies immune system." I look up at him through teary eyes and ask, "How many people have been in contact with it?" He moves the hand on my shoulder behind my back and pulls me into a side hug, "Luke estimates around 1,600. The last 600 people haven't even gotten sick or tired, there's nothing to worry about. You will be fine, and so will anyone else who comes in contact with it." I wipe my tears, relieved. Then I realize that if Luke and John knew so much about it, they had probably been aware of it before I even encountered it at the store. Before I can call them out on letting it hurt people without stopping it before the first thousand people caught it, I wake up.

Last night I woke up a lot, and hard a hard time going back to sleep when I did. I knew i had dreams, but I could barely remember them.

Dream One (only vivid dream of the night): I walked into Dominos, in full uniform, complete with hat and apron. There's someone standing by the cooler, someone standing by the over, someone cutting pizzas and someone putting toppings on pizzas. I Wave as I walk behind the counter and I make no effort to correct my southern accent. "Ha eeeeey ya'll! Who's closin' with me taniiiiight?" I clock in, and note that two people raise their hands, the pizza maker and the person beside the cooler. I'm relieved and say as much out loud, "Awll riiight! Two people closin' with me, I'm gonna get home early taniiiight!" then the person by the over starts throwing his hand sup wildly and ranting. I recognize him as a guy who had been working there since before I started. He's saying, "I can make pizzas faster than those noobs! We didn't get home early last night, why are you so excited that your closeing with two noobs? Your going to have to make all the pizzas yourself!" I think I walked back towards the oven now, because I have a very vivid recollection of a square pepperoni lovers pizza that's just been cut dripping cheese with one burnt pepperoni and the rest of the pepperonis are just fine. I fuss right back at the guy ranting, "It's liake thius, cleanin' is whut takes soo lowng to get howme. It dusn't matter if they can make pizzas or nooot, whut matters is havin' three seats of haaands to clean uup and leave is faaaster than only having two seats!" (I'm not entirely sure how to translate a southern accent onto a keyboard, but when I'm not careful about it, my vowels do draw out and other vowels seem to pop in) Then I wake up, starving. I'm not able to go back to sleep for three hours, and then it's only because after two I get up and make myself some pizza bagel bites

Second Dream (Fragment): I'm talking to a man. I don't remember what he looks like, but he seems older than me and I think him very wise. He's probably only about 5 or 10 years older than me, because I don't feel like I have to respect him because he'd my elder. I do respect him, just I'm sure it's because he knows more than me, not because he's older. I'm guessing in his early thirties. I have no idea what we're talking about. I can remember saying something about needing something once a week, but I can't remember now what that was I needed.

Third Dream: A false awakening, first one I've had in a very long time. My husband is trying to wiggle his hands under my covers, and I notice my bed is in the middle of the living room instead of in our bedroom. I fuss at him to stop, we're in the middle of the living room. My Grandma walks by and goes into the basement. My husband says, "It's dark, she can't see and she's too deaf to hear anything." I wake up.

Fourth Dream (Fragment): I'm talking to the older man again, I'm not sure what about but It's probably a continuation or repeat of the first dream.

Fifth Dream: I'm at a mattress shop, looking at mattresses with my husband and kids. There are made beds allover the place, and the sales clerk says that we're welcome to stay the night and test drive the mattresses. We agree that we will. I lay on a couple beds, and find them all very soft, but also very uncomfortable at the same time. I voice that I like our old mattress. My husband complains that the old mattress is old and uncomfortable. He picks a mattress he likes, and we sleep on it. We wake up, and my kids are running all over the store. There is an old couple looking at mattresses now too. I'm embarrassed because my kids are trying to talk to them and not letting them shop. The old lady just smiles at them nicely. The old couple want to look at one of the beds, but my kids have toys all over it. I apologize over and over again as I clean it up, feeling really embarrassed. the old lady says not to worry that she has children and can remember when they were that age. I don't remember any more of the dream.

Sixth Dream (Fragments): I can't remember where this dream started or the exact events, but I'll write what I do remember I'm in the grocery store, and I've got two early readers in my hands. I know my little boy isn't quite on this level with his reading yet and my little girl wont be reading for another couple years, but I have a weakness for books and I want to buy them for my kids anyways. I check out. (Can't remember what happens next.) I'm in a class room, feels like an elementary school class. There's a teacher sitting at a desk looking sad. I have a vision of a dog playing on a beach. I say as much. The teacher starts crying and tells me her dog just died, and she used to take him to the beach all the time. I feel bad, like I made her cry, so I get awkward and uncomfortable. Someone, I think Male, puts hands on my shoulders and starts guiding me out of the room. (Can't remember what happens here) I'm in a dark room, there are no windows, just a door. I am against the wall by the door and there's a guy about four feet in front of me with a gun. He's pointing at the door, not me. He tells me that if anything comes through that door looking for me, it will not expect me to be right beside the door, and will probably take a couple steps into the dark room looking for me as far away from the door and danger as possible. He plans to shoot it if something dangerous comes through the door, and I need to slip out behind it when it comes in and run as fast as I can. I'm not really cool with this plan, but the door opens before I have time to think. (Can't remember this part) I'm running down the street. I have something in my hands and in my mouth but I don't know what. There's a school buss in front of me, and It's dropping kids off on my road. As the buss pulls away I run up and finally make it to my own road. The kids dropped off are already halfway down the street. I trip, and can't help going, "Wah!" as I fall. When I open my mouth whatever was in it falls out, and I drop what's in my hands. Looking down I see they are all bottle caps. Like the metal kind from glass bottles, not the plastic kind. They're all gold and silver, and the logos are etched into them. They don't look like normal bottle caps and I get the feeling they are something else, I just don't know what. I start to pick them back up, and a high school student stops to help me pick them up. I tell him thanks but don't! I'm worried no one is supposed to see them, plus some of them are covered in slobber. He helps anyways, and even picks up a slobbery one. He asks me why I was carrying them in my mouth, that I could choke on them. I say because I have more than I can carry in my hands, I had to put some in my mouth to carry them all. He asks me why I have so many, I say for a project and I can't talk about it. He asks if I have any extra that he could have, I tell him I'm sorry I don't, but they're just bottle caps, he could go to the store and buy a soda to get one. He says he's never seen bottle caps like these before, can he please have one. I feel like it's important I get away fast, so I tell him if I have any left over from my project I'll give them to him, but I really need to go. I start running again, then wake up.

Seventh Dream (Fragment) : I'm playing Mario Kart with my little boy trying to help him unlock Rosalina (I think that's the blue princesses name) I'm the character he unlocked yesterday, Dry Bones, and I remember throwing a green shell back behind me.

My first dream of the night (morning, lol) was a really short one, but the one I probably enjoyed the most. I started out the dream in a little rectangular clearing in a woody area. It reminds me of when you leave the forest in Legend of Zelda: OoT and first step into Hyrule Field. There are trees all around, including where I must have just come from, but there's only one clear cut "way" to go. The clear way was to my right (I was facing in towards the rectangle like I'd just appeared there, not come out of the forest to get there) and it was a stone path the reminded me of the stone wall tracks of the "Bowsers Castle" level in Mario Kart (N64 version). The forest ends where the stone path begins, and when stepping on the stone path I can see there's nothing but purple gray mist when I look over the edge. I think it's cool the stone path and forest were floating in a purpleish grey sky, and vaguely become aware that I am dreaming, but not enough to really control anything. I can see that ahead the path makes a sharp, right angle turn, and goes on for another hundred feet or so before ending at a giant castle made of the same type of stone. I decide to follow the stone path since it didn't look like there was much if I went back to the forest. I get to the turn, and look directly ahead at the castle. I can see a big archway is the entrance, and there's a red carpet that goes into the castle, just like in the Mario Kart level. What is out of place are the two monsters in the castle pacing back and forth like sentries. One is a big black praying mantis. It seems to be made of shadows (but I had seen a manga image of a praying mantis just before bed, so it's very probably that rather than shadowy, it's "Inky" ) The other monster is a giant snake. It's walking on about 2 or 3 feet of tail, holding the top 6 feet of it's body upright. It's whiteish yellow like the albino cornsnake at our local science center. It's round enough that I'm pretty sure that I couldn't wrap my arms around it and be able to reach my own hands. There's an oval shaped jewel or something on it's forehead which I find really odd. A Snake, wearing jewels, wtf? They notice me only a second after I notice them, and they start making their way towards me. I'm not scared yet, because I'm semi aware that it's a dream and I will be ok, instead I'm anxious, thinking to myself, "What are these things, and how the hell am I going to beat them?" Before I have the chance to think of an answer though, I suddenly feel like I'm not alone. My eyes are still locked on the snake and mantis coming towards me, but I feel an undeniable presence to my left. Without even thinking I reach out my hand and grab K's hand. I don't even have time to be relieved that I finally found him in a dream again, on a night that I wanted to find him... then again, I didn't exactly find him, he found me, lol. The snake uses it's tail as a spring, and leaps towards us, with huge nasty looking fangs. I'm still not afraid, I'm not even wondering how I'm going to win this anymore. I place complete and total faith in K that I'm going to be fine. Sure enough, K steps forwards with his left foot, still holding my hand so he ends up taking a step in front of me as well as forwards, and swings a fairly long sword in an arc. The snake is cut cleanly in half, the top half falls over the edge into the void and the bottom half disintegrates. Because of that circle step forwards, K is now in front of me, almost facing me, so I can see him, sort of. I wonder to myself how I am so sure that's K, because he's wearing loose black robes with a hood that covers his face. I can't see his features at all but I just know it's him because it feels like him. He lets go of my hand and turns back around to face the mantis as it's closing in, less than three feet from us. He swings at it, and I think it blocks with it's pinchers, but he pulls back and attacks again, this time defeating it. It also disintegrates. I think I manage to call out "Thank you!" before I wake up, but that could just be what I was trying to say and woke up first. :/

((Just wanted to edit this entry to say that my best friend also happened to be able to recall her dreams last night. She texted me this afternoon that she'd had a dream with me in it. Since we wanted to share dreams, I told her I'd facebook her my dreams of the nights if she'd text me hers. Turns out, she dreamed that she was on a stone path in front of a church looking at me... her church had a red carpet coming out it just like my "castle" and she claims I was standing there with a dark shadowy guy. Things aren't exactly the same, and I never saw her in this first dream, but we at least had most of the same/similar elements which was pretty cool!))

The second dream of the night was just a fragment on a dark forest path. I've got my little boy's hand, and we're crouched down walking quickly through the dark, running from bush to tree to bush kind of thing like we're trying to move quickly but stealthily away from something. Curious what we're running from, I turn around and steal a quick glance at whats behind me. There's a huge man, probably between 6 and 7 feet tall carrying a really big burlap sack over his shoulder. I think that lump in that sack is big enough for a body, and wonder if he's a murderer. We continue to make our way quickly, but because the man is walking directly and we're zigzagging in the dark I notice he's gaining on us. The path goes down hill for a moment, then the path veers right. We make the right turn, to find that the path extends in front of us, but there's also a clearing to the right. I rationalize to myself that the man is probably going forwards, but he might decide that little clearing is a good place to bury a body if that's what he has in the sack. I decide that the clearing is probably the safest bet, because really why would he be carrying a body and no shovel if he was going to bury it! I pull my little boy into the clearing and we duck behind a rock where I don't think he can see us from the path when he walks by. My little boy says something, I can't remember what, but I remember hushing him and looking hurriedly at the path hoping the man following us didn't hear him. I don't see the man, so I hold my breath for a moment hoping to hear him on the path. I don't hear him, so I let out my breath relaxed, he must have turned back. But then I see him on the path, and he turns into the clearing, with his burlap sack and a shovel. I think "Oh shit, I made the wrong choice!" and then wake up.

The last dream of the night was hardest for me to remember because it just wasn't that interesting. I was in the kitchen, and my younger brother was there. There was loud music playing, and people I didn't recognize kept coming in and out of the room. I told my brother he was crazy to throw a party because Grandma was going to have a fit that he had a party in her house. He says she's not here, she won't find out, and even if she does, he's in the army now, she can't get mad at him when he's only home for two weeks a year, because then he won't come back at all. Then there's some missing time, and I'm on the side of the road near my great aunts home. My other grandma who died several years ago (not the one who's house I was at before) had called my cell phone and told me to help her sister. Since I'm there I say I will. A car pulls into the driveway, but only halfway. My Aunt tells me to get something out of the trunk that is still in the road. I worry a car might hit me, but think that my family will get a lot of money is someone does hit me, so I'll risk it. Apparently my dream self doesn't think much of a life, lol. I open the trunk, and get some sort of big vase with a sunflower in it out. I balance it in once hand against my chest and close the trunk. Then I see a car coming. I yell at my aunt to move the car forwards so it doesn't get hit. She asks if I have the plant and I say yes, move the car! The car pulls forwards, and I scamper off the road. Then I wake up.

This double posted this morning, and I couldn't figure out how to delete it. Lucky for me, the neighbor stopped chainsawing for a short time and I was able to have another couple of dream fragments before my kids woke me up. So here goes!

Fragment One: I'm outside, holding my little girl. My house looks like the elementary school I went to. It looks like the old building that I had classes in and they tore down a 15 years ago, not the new building. There's a delivery man writing on a clip board. His truck has no delivery service name on it, it's blank. The delivery man isn't wearing any real uniform either. He's just wearing tan pants that won't go over his big belly and a blue button up work shirt that also doesn't cover part of his belly. Luckily it's warm, probably summer. I'm barefoot. The man turns around to get in his truck and I notice that an ink pen I bought as a matching set with my BFF falls off his clip board and onto the ground. I'm mad because I think he tried to steal my pen, and while it's cheap, it has a lot of sentimental value because Ambies lives several states away, and since we have matching ones, everytime I use it I feel a little closer to her, like the distance isn't so bad. At the same time, I feel like it'd be rude to confront him on the issue, and I don't want a confrontation, so I just bend down and pick the pen up as fast as I can, and shove it in my pants pocket. Then I shift my little girl so that her leg is covering it up in case he turns around and sees the pen and tries to take it again. I walk to the other side of the delivery truck while the man is squeezing in to see if there's a logo on the other side of the truck. I don't want to go inside before he leaves because if I turn around my toddler's leg won't be hiding the pen anymore. I'm really worried he's going to take that damn pen, lol. On the other side of the truck I see something shiny, so I walk towards it. The truck engine starts and I look over my shoulder to see it pulling away. I feel so relieved he never came back looking for my pen. The shiny thing catches my eyes again, so I go over to pick it up. It's a very shiny curly piece of metal. It takes me a minute to realize that it's a Wine bottle opener. I wonder why it's on the parking lot when it could pop a tire, then I realize that it shouldn't here anyways. This is an elementary school, it being here means some kid had wine! I rush inside the house/school and my mother is in the kitchen. I hand her the cork popper and say, "Look what I found in the parking lot." She looks at it questioningly,
"What is it?"
"You screw it into the top of a wine bottle, then squeeze it to pop the cork out"
"Why was this in the parking lot?"
"Apparently one of the kids is drinking!"
Then I wake up because of a loud noise at the neighbors house, I think their dogs barking.

Fragment Two: I'm in a dark kitchen. Even though it's dark, there are round lights handing from the ceiling. I reach up to touch one and it breaks. I can hear someone behind me in another room yell, "Hey, did I just hear something?" I reach up to touch another light and it also breaks. The person in the other room yells again, "Dude what was that?!" I go into third person view. In the kitchen is a really tall skinny dude that I recognize as me (In waking life, I'm a girl! I'm also barely five feet tall and on the heavier side of average weight wise.) there's a arch style doorway, and the room between me and "me" is a living room. There's a white couch pushed against the wall the kitchen and living room share. A guy is sitting on it with a ridiculous looking white hat. The knitted style that has flaps to keep the ears warm and little poofy balls that hang down past your shoulders. My friend calls then Ron Weaselly hats b/c he wears one in one of the Harry Potter movies. The guy is watching tv with the lights off, so his face has a blue glow. My view shifts back to first person and I walk into that living room. The guy never takes his eyes off the tv, but asks me what that noise was, did I break a cup? I shake my head and say, "No way man, I'm breaking the lights!" He flips out, "What the hell dude?! My land lord is going to kill me if you break the lights!" I laugh, then say, "He'll get over it man. Lets break all the lights in the house! It'll be awesome!" The other man says, "Not cool dude, leave the lights alone, seriously!" I shrug, then reach over the guy on the couch where there's a weird chandelier like lamp that has icicle shaped light bulbs dangling. I take two at a time in my hands and start crushing them. The guy on the couch pushes me and says, "Stop it! That's not funny dude! My land lord is going to be pissed your breaking his shit." I laugh and he pushes into me again. I find it even funnier that he's getting so pissed. I make a teasing face at him, then rush into the kitchen to break the rest of the lights in there. He follows me trying to grab me and stop me. I break another round light in the kitchen. Then my kids wake me up!

I only have a small fragment of a dream today. I usually don't dream before 8 am, and if I do I very rarely remember them. This morning my neighbor happened to be cutting trees at 8:30, so I was jolted awake and lost what very little dreaming I fit in. What I can remember is two bird like people, sort of like horror movies versions of the bird people in The Legend of Zelda Wind Waker. They had people faces, but with big triangular beaks in the spot where their mouth and nose should have been. Their skin looked an odd color, kind of greenish almost. They had long hair that extended down nearly to their waists. instead of arms, they had long wings. One was taller than the other. The taller one had red feathers and hair, while the shorter one had brown. They were dressed in formless rectangular dresses with no sleeves. The material reminded me of this cheap thick off white fabric my mom used to use to make mock ups of patterns before she tried them with pretty fabrics only to find a flaw and have to make them over. I think the stuff is called muslin but I could be wrong. There was really pretty rainbow colored embroidery on them though in zigzag line and diamond patterns. They had a very creepy unnatural look and feel to them, like some of the puppet creatures in the 80s movie the Labyrinth. I also remember a man acting very odd. The sun reflected off from him to almost make him look like he was made of some sort of golden orange light, and he was standing with his legs spread like a bow legged cowboy. He started jumping from leg to leg, like I always imagined Rumpelstiltskin dances when he thinks the queen will never learn his name. I think the bird people were watching the man, but all I can remember are the two separate images, so they might have been a totally different part of the dream. They were creepy enough to be seered into my mind, I can see them in my mind like looking at a photograph even though I woke up two hours ago (though I've been trying to go back to sleep, I'm hoping when I go on about my day I'll forget them!)