non-lucid

Another wedding, I am the bride, but in a different body. Everything is going wrong, all the paperwork is out of order, we're being told we can't get married because of some bureaucratic translation issue. I go downstairs to check on the dress and it's completely ruined. My hair is completely ruined from running around like a lunatic.
I can't find the groom.

I am in some school play production type of thing, which is also an assignment worth quite a bit of credit. My character is this tough street kind of girl who looks out for and protects her friends. There are three or four other groups who are performing their routines now. I know that we are the last group to perform.

I am getting more and more tense, feeling like I can't remember my lines at all. Not even one line! It's time to change into my stage costume, which is some oversized overall kind of things. I leave the auditorium and go searching around the school for a place to change. I can't find one and end up spending ages of valuable time searching. I eventually find a kind of shower nook, there is a small girl in there, which I shoo out. As I am digging through my bag trying to get things out that I need, I also search for my cue cards that have my lines on them. I can't find them. I wrote the script for this play so I don't understand how I could forget all of my lines! After someone helps me with getting my clothes on, my mobile rings. It's one of the girls from the play. She's all excited to announce to me that I will be performing a solo song at the end of the performance. I freak out, starting to cry, asking her why she thought this was a good idea, who approved the idea, and what the hell I am supposed to sing?!? She seems shocked into silence and I hang up on her.

Bolting back to the auditorium I find that the last group is finishing up there performance. Dream skip and I am up on the stage behind the closed curtain, in my place ready to start the play, but I still don't know my lines!

It's my wedding (sigh, another glaringly obvious dream sign not noticed), we're getting ready, deciding on which jewelry goes with the dress. After asking the girls, we all decide on some small pearls I have. I try on a large necklace with pearls and large flowers on it but it looks really silly. An African woman wraps some dark wooden beads around my left hand. She tells me they are good luck. We fiddle a bit as she wants me to wear them around my neck, but I refuse, and put them back on my hand.

The flowers are a mix with pink gerbera daisies. I take one small one that's fallen to the floor for my hair. I am going to have a quick pee. One of my friends that just come out of the closet wants to come with me and... watch? I say no.

While sitting I can see the guys doing there traditional rooting ceremony. It's like a firing squad but with air rifles instead. This strikes me as odd but I reassure myself that the amo is not live. But then I have doubts and ask the guards to check their amo, which is lucky because apparently the amo they have is live.

I am forced to stay at a haunted house. Part of the torture is knowing it's haunted and having to walk there, alone, through the dark and scary woods. I see a blur of ghost fly by me on his way to the house, he's moaning loudly. A friend brings some sturdy looking doors, because apparently the house has none, it's very old and decayed. I really don't know how the doors are supposed to help me against ghosts, but even so I am really disappointed when the doors don't fit the house at all. He makes an attempt to try to make them fit, finding whatever he can around the place, but eventually I tell him not to bother, and he leaves.

During the course of the night I am aware that I will be attacked by a host of all different kinds of ghosts, one after the other. There is a type of introduction going on, where all the ghosts present themselves and their abilities. During this presentation I am made aware that there is a special space of air, complete with floating mattress, above the house. In this area I have an advantage, a small shred of safety. The ghosts can still reach me and attack me there, but I can change aspects of them with my willpower when I am in that space.

The night begins and I, of course, flee to the mattress immediately. I don't know how I got up there. The first ghost attacks. He is extremely terrifying, so much so that my mind cannot identify all of his form, only aspects of it. One aspect is that he is very old looking, but beyond any human concept of the look of age. Another aspect is that he is covered in putrid looking slime. Another aspect is that he has an extremely large... member, which he announces he's going to tear me in two with.

There is no time to panic, I simply try to begin changing aspects. I start with changing him from old to young... and the dream ends.

My highschool basketball (or is it football/soccer?) team is going to be coming to a special dinner out that I am organizing. During practice I am so distracted thinking about all the details that I can't concentrate on the game.

The restaurant is a very small but very popular place that seems to be done in a log cabin style. I am going back and forth between restaurant and gym, trying to get things in order. My friend is with me and he tells me where the table is located. It's on the second level. He takes me to what looks like a closet, but when you look up you can see the second floor. I tell him it shouldn't be a problem for those of us with wings (like he and I have), but what about the others? After we think about it for awhile I just announce that people without wings can use the stairs.
The waiter that will be serving us asks how many will be coming. I realize that I have no idea, but guess between 15-20. He raises an eyebrow and looks unimpressed.

Back at the gym I am trying to practice again when I overhear someone say that the most popular guy in school is only going to the dinner because he thinks I am pretty. This makes me very uncomfortable, so I go back to the restaurant to talk to my friend about it. He tells me it's nothing new or shocking, and that he's always thought so too, and that's why he's always called me that "pet name". I look confused, saying that I thought that "Nüßig" meant nutty, and he tells me that it does, but it has a double meaning.

I see a friend of mine, she's on some sort of ferry/cruise ship kind of thing. It's just been very painstakingly cleaned for her, I get the impression my friend is famous or important some how. She has an entourage with her, including her Mom and Grandmother. I am not sure where the ship is going or why it's going anywhere. She's in her gorgeous room, it's very beautifully decorated in the style of what I remember of Versailles. She is trying to speak German, but it's not working. She has a doctor's appointment, so the doctor enters the room. She begins talking about the pill she is on and how it's made her gain weight. She refers to her Grandmother a few times, but her Grandmother keeps saying "Not this time, dear" and waving the questions away. I become aware that her Grandmother won't talk about the issue of birth control because she's too embarrassed.

A powerful sorcerer is on his way to a castle. He's on a mission to destroy everything in his path. He's brought with him many different and strange weapons to use and a specific set of spells for deadly booby traps. As an omni presence, I get to watch him closely, see which spells and weapons he brings with him, which he favours. I learn that he is in the castle to destroy a child. I watch as he enters the castle, discovering all the traps that were laid for him - without harm. I know his weaknesses but I am powerless to stop him.

I am in a hospital for some kind of proceedure, which keeps changing, some sort of operation. I'm walking, on the way to the OR. In the elevator we stop at floor 1. I'm talking to people in the elevator about my proceedure. Because we're so busy talking, I miss my floor. The other people get off the elevator and I try to reach my floor again. I reach my floor and get off to walk down a long hall. At the end of it there is a receptionist, whom I check in with.

We moved into a large house with a pool, I guess you could call it a mansion. A housewarming party was planned for that evening. We were rushing around cleaning the house up, especially the pool area. There was a special painting that had to be put together and hung. My cousin did that.
After that there was some sort of Bear chase in the trails behind the pool.

I'm somewhere in Asia, I get the feeling it's Japan. I am driving around in my boyfriend's white corvette. It's kind of an old school model but he's put a black light under it. I'm driving in the snow on some sort of hilly or mountain area, and the car is all over the road, mostly out of control. I notice that I have next to no fuel left.

When I get home I immediately get into a fight with my flatmates, about some task we are supposed to do. It's something to do with making small doll's faces/heads. I freak out on them all and stomp off to the bathroom to wash my hands. I suddenly notice my hands, and stare at my fingertips, which look completely normal except for a lot of dark scratches on the fingertips.

The shower door to my right opens and and a girl is there, giving me a dirty look. I try to explain that I didn't know she was there, then bend down to splash some water on my face. She and her wheelchair bound boyfriend jump out of the shower and run giggling into the living room to put on their pants in front of the other flatmates. I call them hypocrites.

Flash forward to return of my boyfriend (an Asian guy I have never seen before). We're fighting outside the Flat, on the street. I'm complaining about my situation, telling him he's gone to America to bed blond bimbos while I am left here to suffer. He says it's not true, then looks guilty as I point out the lipstick on his collar. He changes the subject by laughing at me that I only have 70 cents of fuel in the car. I demand he come back and help me get better connected to get a better job and place to live. I know no one there. I came there for him. He says I should work as a cleaning lady, and I ask him if that's all I am worth.

I find him with some girl who looks like Rhianna, complete with bright red hair. She's crawling on top of him, licks his chest then goes in for the kiss, at first he responds, but then realizes I am watching and pulls back. I come out of the shadows and call the bitch out, telling her to come down (from the loft bed of some sort) and fight me. My man asks if I am seriously going to fight her and I tell him for sure I am, and that I will probably lose.

I get ther first sucker punch in and she looks surprised. I land another hit and she's hurt. Seeing that she's losing, she calls in some burly looking men to help her. There is a Flash forward to me and her and her men at some sort of door. They are all squished up against eachother as if there is no space. I warn them to stay back or I will pull the fire alarm. They seem a bit freaked out by this, then they actually point out to me that I don't have my hand positioned correctly, and show me how to do it properly.

Disturbing dream about a girl who was murdered, her body brutalized. I prefer not to remember any more details about dream

Driving on the highway, going really really fast and getting scary amounts of air off the hills. Asking for a haircut in exchange for giving someone a lift.

My Step Father works for some form of government that is hated by the people. My Mom and I hear the news that there is going to be a revolution and we become scared. We try to convince him to runaway with us but he refuses. We run around the house in a panic gathering up our things and the boy's things. My Step Father is resolute in staying, but in the end he helps us pack up the car.

My Mom has decided my man doesn't really love me because I am not shy and cute, so I plead with him.

I'm in a house that is supposed to be mine, but it looks exactly like the Cosby house. A friend has come over to visit me. We're talking and then suddenly her father joins us. He's telling her that she is going to be doing a degree in some form of really uninteresting sounding accountancy. She looks absolutely miserable and depressed. I try to tell her father he has no right to tell her how she should live her life, but she stops me.

Now I seem to be in the middle of a nightmare... the girl and her father are gone, but there is a presence in the house, and it's angry. There is a poltergeist in the house, and it's tossing things around, some of them hitting me. I try to catch some of the activity on my iPhone but it's wise to me and I can't seem to catch anything.
My cousin is suddenly with me and freaking out, some baking pans that where behind her are levitating behind her, rattling about. I tell her to try to be calm that the fear she's spewing is only feeding the poltergeist, but she's not listening.

I've just had a job interview and now I'm at a kind of house party, which looks like it's confined to one room. There's some questionable stuff going on, and I tell them I'm not down with it, I'm not into that. I think it's going to be cool, after that but not so much. They look really put out and take me to the bus station. They ditch me there, even though it's not a familiar place to me, and take off.

I get some sort of general idea where my bus is going to be departing from when I hear the platform and arrival of the bus announced through the station. I race to that platform only to find the bus is not there. I run all up and down the platforms looking for the bus that should be here somewhere. I then see it leaving. Someone tells me I should run after it, but I know they won't open the doors after they've left the stop, so I don't bother.

I begin wandering around the station aimlessly looking for the right platform for the next departure. I sit down in some kind of lounge and watch the big screen tv they have there, it's broadcasting the performance of a very special figure skater. She lands a perfect triple toe loop followed by some sort of Lutz, and I absolutely melt down because I'm so happy and overcome with emotion as she does (This is strange as I am NOT a figure skating fan, and for a split second in the dream I wonder how I have all this knowledge and passion for skating, but it passes quickly). My phone rings and I pick it up, trying to compose myself. It's the interviewers. They were interviewing me for the position of Coordinator for the skater I was just watching. They tell me I have the job. They say they were watching me over CCTV and saw my reaction to the skater's performance and deduced that I would be the perfect choice to work with her.
I am so happy I begin melting down again and the dream ends.

I am in an Asian country, and have a very strange and unfortunate problem. Lightning is attracted to me, and any time I step outside, it tries to strike me. I try running in an erratic pattern dashing from side to side as I run to escape the lightning, but it's stikes are so close that I know I can't risk doing that anymore. Someone gives me a special hat, it looks like a Chinese Coolie hat but it's made of some sort of gold coloured metal. It seems to work, and the lightning strikes it often, which is rather annoying and I begin to hate wearing it and the attention I get. I feel like I look like Raiden.


Flash forward to a different scene. A kind of rough looking guy has a three wheeler ATV. He's supposed to be all badass or whatever but the vehicle does look a bit like it was converted from a child's bike. I am riding on the back of it with him, and we're going very fast through what looks like short hedged rows. He ditches me after a while and I'm not happy.

Flash forward again to the inside of some building. I applied for a job teaching English and I am having a phone interview from a Bank. They are asking me many odd questions, but I am confident and answering them all fairly well.