Raivess

I'm not 100% sure whether I was even asleep for this or whether it was a semi-conscious kinda weird thing... One minute I remember tossing and turning in bed, and the next... rabbits in a field, then... back to the bedroom... ???

I was talking to rabbits in a big open field, feeding them and chatting as though they were friends I was out for a meal with. That's it in its entirety!

All I remember about this was waking (or thinking I had woken) and looking over towards the bedroom door. There, floating and looking like your traditional spook, was a woman, dressed all in white and with a faint aura around her, vaguely lighting the room.

I remember that, even though it was creepy, I wasn't scared at all. It was more along the lines of 'Oh, what are you doing there?'

I had travelled to America to visit my friend Morgan. When I arrived, I found no one waiting to meet me. I only had very vague details about where exactly it was she lived. I didn’t have her phone number, so I didn’t see that I had any choice but to try and make my way for myself.
I headed out of the airport and wandered for a long time. I had the description of ‘it’s behind the cinema’, so I started asking people where the nearest cinema was, and looking around for myself.
Eventually, I asked a blonde haired teenage boy who told me that he could direct me. He led the way, but when I tried talking to him he didn’t respond at all.
Finally, he pointed me to a large building behind a cinema and disappeared. Forgetting all about him, I went to the building and headed inside cautiously. It seemed to be an almost university dormitory type living setup, with each person living there having a room which came off a corridor. I had trouble because, in my dream, I couldn’t remember what Morgan looked like! I finally found her and her partner and greeted them. (They didn’t look anything like they really do, but I knew it was them in my dream.)
They paid very little attention to me, carrying on with what they were doing. I found myself a spot to settle down in, and watched them. I didn’t feel welcome at all.
They went to bed super early in the afternoon, and left me in the same room as them to sit in silence. I noticed that my friend’s partner, Jen, was a very light sleeper. Even the slightest of noises disturbed her. I started to seek out anything that was making a noise, eradicating it where I could to help.
The window rattled, so I arranged for someone to repair it the following day. I went outside to see what I could do to fix it temporarily. Eventually, I pressed a clock against the glass in the window, stopping it from rattling in its frame.

((Bonus points for this once since I was, again, myself! Woo! No lucidity yet, but at least I’m myself…!)

The only thing I really remember about this dream is putting away milk after shopping in my dream. I put a bottle of milk into the fridge, on its own in the door, then turned away to pick something else up. When I looked back, the milk bottle I'd put in the fridge had been opened and some of the milk was gone, and next to it was the previous week's milk, almost empty.

Random and... gotta admit, kinda boring for a dream!!

I remembered two dreams last night.

For the first, I have a very vague recollection of dreaming about being in the Merlin universe. That's literally all I remember of that dream.

My other was as follows:
I was myself in the dream, which is fairly rare for me - normally, I'm someone else or, even if I can't see who I am, I get the sensation that it wasn't 'me'.

I left my house to walk to the bus stop (it's about a five or six minute walk down the road). I went of my house carrying my work bags, and headed off. A couple of minutes later, I realised I was missing my bags! Assuming I must have somehow put them down part way along, I turned around to find them. Though I was trying to walk back towards my house, I kept forgetting what I was doing and turning around to carry on to work. Then I'd remember and turn back again to look for my bags!
I repeated this a few times, walking part way down the street before turning, walking along again towards the bus stop and then heading back towards the house in search of my bags.
The street I was walking down wasn't my own real street, though it was to my dream self. There were a lot of people walking around me, going in both directions. It's usually quiet in the morning when I'm walking, but in the dream it was busy. I only really remember one of the people; a little girl who I kept passing as I went back and forth. I don't remember much about her, but she felt significant. She was the only thing in the dream that I felt anything about. I knew I needed to go to work, and I knew I needed to get the bags, but neither seemed important. But I connected something to that girl, emotionally. Couldn't say what though.

I was out somewhere with my mom; a day out or something like that. We had bought dinner – takeaway burgers in buns – and mom was carrying them in a bag with her.
We went to a public toilet; very public as it turned out! They were cubicles, but the walls around them were very low, barely coming to the level of the knees of whoever was on the toilet.
It was strange, but no one was fussing at all; they just took it as normal. Even mom and I didn’t think anything of it. (The real me would have freaked out instantly and refused to use them…!)
There was a huge queue while mom and I were in two of the cubicles, but everyone was friendly and cheerful, despite having to wait.
Before I ate, I had to have my insulin (I’m diabetic, and insulin comes before a meal). I politely warned the people around me to look away if they didn’t like needles. Most covered their eyes.
While all this was happening, mom and I were discussing what to do with the food. Mom warned me that the burgers were going cold. I suggested putting them in one of the Morrison’s (supermarket) bread roll bags (sizeable sealable plastic bags). She thought it was a good idea, but started to say ‘but…’, which turned into her choking as I woke up. My boyfriend coughing violently in his sleep woke me up; I think it was what turned my mom’s words into choking. (Do dreams work like that?? I mean, I hear a cough in waking life and it transposes into the dream?)