sedrick

There was a satanic cult that operated in a small rural community close to where I live. Their order of ceremonies insisted that at each service the members of the society must watch Wes Anderson's film "Fantastic Mr. Fox". It was a requirement. Not a single service went by without a screening of it. I remember thinking to myself, "This should make some awesome trivia on the movie's page on IMDb. Those cultists must know that movie inside and out! I wonder why it's so important to them."

This blond-haired boy gymnast was hanging upside down by his feet in a gym. He was wearing some tight-fitting athletic garb that looked sort of like a speedo. Then this girl came up to him and started kissing him. She also kissed him in some of his more private places. It was embarrassing.

Then I was sitting in possibly the coolest room I've ever been in in a dream. It had an extremely low ceiling, so that I had to bend over even when I was sitting cross legged on the floor. Everything was made of wood and painted black. The only light came from the ceiling which was covered in these glowing, multicolored geometric designs. They looked sort of like Indian henna art, and it covered the whole ceiling and sort of swirled around.

Then that same girl that had kissed the blond boy came in through a trap door in the floor. She sort of started flirting with me. She mentioned that sweethearts like to lie on their backs together and watch the ceiling as the designs swirled around. She also mentioned several times that she just wanted to "eat me up".

I was driving down a busy interstate at about 80 mph very late at night. I was going around a big turn in the road. I was passing people right and left, so I was having to swerve a lot. Nobody's tail lights seemed to be working, so I just had to guess at where they were. It was freaky.

My family and I were shopping at Walmart. My mom forbade me to ever use DreamViews again. I protested that it helped me in learning how to lucid dream and I had a dream journal there. But she forbade it. So I left a notice on the site that I wouldn't be posting anymore, and deleted my account.

Hagrid from Harry Potter was standing by what looked like a laundry or garbage shoot. He shouted, "All aboard for Hogwarts!" Then Professor McGonagall appeared carrying about five little kids in her arms. They all yelled in delight, "Yaaay!! YaaaaY!!! We're all going to HOGWARTS!!!" Then she shoved them down the shoot. She started laughing and said, "oh, they're so cute! Bless them! They wanted to go to Hogwarts, and we sent them there!"

I was chronically ill, and this girl I like was taking care of me. She and I went to this hugely fancy gala at a big mansion.

I made a VFX shot in which I cloned myself multiple times.

A lady was very sick and needed a back brace. To get her one, a man removed all his ribs and made her one out of them.

This kid had a flamethrower and was walking around with it. Then suddenly he DIDN'T have a flamethrower, and instead he had a can of beans. He set it down on a chair, but it floated about a foot above it. Then I went over and picked up the can and set it back down. This time it floated about five or six feet in the air. I figured the can was resting on the head of some terrifying five-foot-tall monster standing on the chair, and I got irrationally scared. I woke up.

I was at a church on a rainy day. A 12-year-old girl was giving a sermon on an impending stock market crash. My sister didn't like the sermon so she left and went outside and started collecting acorns that had fallen on the ground.

Then I dreamed I texted the girl I like and told her about the dreams I had about her earlier that night. She said she had dreamed about me too.

I owned an antique shop called Little Ghost.

A hillbilly set himself up as the self-appointed god of the world. He called himself "The Right". His daughter was his most faithful follower.

One of my friends had a really weird picture of a fox hung on a wall in his room.

I had these HUGE biceps, but I was sorely disappointed because they weren't big enough.

I was reading a children's book based on the Pixar movie Brave.

This girl I like turned herself into an animal for fun, and she suggested I do the same. I met her out in a field by a fence row. She was a beautiful exuberant fox, and she was excited to see me. I tried turning into a fox, but I ended up as a... fish.

I dreamed I was working on a farm with a good friend of mine and his father. His father was pulling something with a tractor. Suddenly, he made a sharp right turn and the tractor tipped over on its side. The father wasn't hurt, but my friend was. I started crying and ran to him and picked him up in my arms. He was pinned under the tractor and unconscious. He had been very close to being crushed by a tire. It seemed, though, that he would probably heal in time.

I was showing director Wes Anderson around our house, and he was entranced by a moving picture of a train that we had hanging on our wall. He commented that he "liked the framing". I'm not sure if it was in reference to the composition of the picture or the picture frame it was hung in.

Another of my friends and his sister and I and another guy were sitting at a table in a cold room with a radio. It was raining outside. The guy turned on the radio, and a classical station came on, playing Bach's Air for G String. The song made me soooo sad, and I started to cry. The sister moved closer to me and comforted me.

My mother and sister and I were watching a movie together. It was kind of a creepy show. Then my sister gave a sort of whimper, reached over to me and pointed to something behind me. I looked. There was a shadow on the wall that bore a striking resemblance to the evil monster thing in the movie. I got scared and woke up.