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Dream #1

It was night. I was in a car with either my mom or my sister. We were going through some mountainy area, probably just outside town. My mom or sister was probably the one driving. We were winding up some hill on a wide road.

We passed a car crash, which was just to my right. The car looked pretty huge, like a van, but maybe twice the size. It was completely wrecked, smashed, and burnt. It may even have been upside down. I may have thought that it was smashed almost completely flat. The car was surrounded by huge police or medical vehicles.

As we passed the front of the vehicle, I tried to see inside. I couldn't see any bodies, so I assued that the police had pulled the people, living or dead, out of the car by now.

But then I saw a body with its top half laying out of the driver's side (?) of the car. The body was burnt beyond recognition. It looked all skinny, dry, and featureless. It had a greenish-brown color, and its skin was more like ashy rock than skin. Its eyes were just slits, and its mouth was a gaping hole. The body was probably still smouldering and smoking.

I felt like we had known the person in the car crash. The person may even have been a family member. I felt like we should have determined whether this was the person I'd thought it was. But we kept on driving.

We were probably heading toward some kind of suburban neighborhood or residential complex in a small town in the hills just beyond us. We may actually have pulled into this neighborhood.

So i'm driving down this dark road when all of a sudden some woman on a bike enters the street. I try to break, but it was like she was trying to get hit on purpose. When I made impact, she flew back about 20 feet on to the grass ditch at the opposite side of the road. The lady got up, and she was so mad at me. I was trying to find out if she had any injuries but she didn't want me touching her. She just kept complaining, and threatening that she was going to call her lawyers or some crap.

So this was just a short fragment. I was driving around the parking lot of a fast food restaurant, I was really sketched out because I am not old enough to drive. I was in my dad's van and I backed up and these guys almost hit me, then there was the same car and I went forward and they did too and we "Traded paint". Now the side of our car was beat up and my dad had just gotten in the car, I was trying to explain and i kept saying I was sorry.

Thank god this was a dream HAH

I'm going to see my favorite band of all time- Blue October- in about a week and I'm so excited! I think it showed in this dream.

Part One
We arrived at the big stadium seating auditorium and took our seats way up high in back, which was weird because when I ordered the tickets in real life I got them early and it says you can pick your seats and go in early so we were supposed to have really good seats. Instead of my sister, who was supposed to go with me, I was there with my friends, Niki, Aub, and either Dani or Britt.. or both. Niki had the best view and there was a giant pole in my view so I asked Niki to switch with me but she wouldn't, which made me upset because she had barely even heard this band before and it was like my favorite band ever.. so I decided to stand next to her somehow. Someone came on stage and started singing, I think it was either a band member or one of those bands who plays before the main bands. During that time me and my friends decided to sneak up to the very front of the stage and get super close up seats. I don't remember much during this time, I think we were just mostly waiting for Justin, the lead singer, to come out. Then when they called his name, I screamed like any normal fan would, except my voice sounded really strange and everyone looked at me and no one else seemed as excited as I did. He came out on stage and seemed a bit awkward like he didn't know what to do. Then the security forced everyone to go back to the far away seats so the first two sets of seats where completely empty. We were still the first ones in the front but now we were way back and high up. Justin started messing around with lyrics and walked back and forth around the auditorium singing without music about Christmas or something.. it seemed like he was making up lyrics as he went and didn't really know what he was doing. And his singing wasn't that good either. I remember making some kind of connection with him though, and at one time he was lost and didn't know what to do so I told him to sing "Into The Ocean" because a lot of people who know the band like that song. Instead, he called 29 random people from the audience up on stage, sadly not including me(well I was sad until I saw what they did). He had them dress in costumes, half of them dressed in yellow chicken suits and the other half dressed like sasquatches. He motioned them to swing back in forth, the row in front going one way and the row in back going another. It was really strange. After that debacle of a show, he sang some actual songs.. I think.. but they were still pretty bad.

Then I woke up, went to the bathroom, and fell back asleep(half glad that it was just a dream so I can relive the concert.. in a better way)

Part 2
I don't quite know where I left of this dream or where I caught up, but I know I was there for at least one more song in which Justin had a video recorder and was walking around and stopped by me, and I had the biggest smile on my face and it looked a bit silly, but I couldn't help but smile as Justin was videotaping me for awhile. He took pictures too, apparently, and I somehow got a hold of one of them. You could say that I felt pretty special that night, haha. The show was over and mostly everyone was emptied into the main hall area and going home, including me and my friends. But I had left some of my stuff in the place so I told my friends I would be back in a second and went off to go get them. As I went back in, I saw Justin there, wondering around. He came up to me and I think we talked briefly about something, and then I asked him to sign the picture I got, and he did. I tried to get my stuff together, which included a backpack for some reason, and papers, and an assignment notebook. I fumbled and fumbled around but it took forever to gather everything up while Justin was still there, talking to others and watching me. I finally got up and left and the place turned into my school and I was walking out to the parking lot with another one of my friends, Katelyn. I just assumed she would give me a ride so I followed her but then she got in a police car with her grandma and a police officer.. I think.. and they just drove off without me. I ran back to the front of the school to try to catch my bus but it was too late. It started to rain and I got out my cell phone and tried to call someone to pick me up but it wasn't working. I got extremely frustrated as some people were staring at me wondering what the hell I was doing. I finally gave up and somehow hopped in a car with some black dude, who pulled out of the school and drove recklessly, bumping into everything, but I didn't really give a crap. Then I saw Katelyn's car with the police officer in it, who was chasing after our car now. I felt bad for my friend who was stuck in that car and hoped she wasn't getting hurt, even though I was the one being thrown around crashing into trees and such. Yea... then I woke up again.

I am driving down a highway road very fast with my Mom in the passenger seat. The turn comes
up and I put the brakes on full but the car keeps going. After the turn, there are pieces of concrete
in the road and it eventually dead ends. The car crashes into the barrier at the end of the road but
receives no damage. I start to back up and the dream snaps to a different road. I drive down this
road entirely too fast as well. I take a right and find myself on the same road as the front-flash. This
time, my Mom yells at me to slow down. I step on the brakes, and again, the car does not stop in
time and we crash into the barrier. I back up and turn around, the other drivers are looking at me.
I drive up and turn onto the off-ramp. The road circles around to the left and suddenly, I find myself
on that road but not in a car. My mom is standing next to me and there is no traffic. I somehow have
a box of cornflakes and I pour some in my empty coffee mug. I then pour some steaming milk into
the cereal. I forget about the box and the milk and, as this is a dream, they disappear. I have the
feeling my Mom and I are going to my high school. I can see the back of the stadium as if we are on
rt 100 but the road does not match. We start walking down the road to get there and the dream ends.

These dream were two long dreams compared to yesterday's 3 dream fragments. It also played out more like a show or movie, not in the first person.
It started out as like a view of a whole bunch of teenagers on an island or a beach somewhere. I don't know where. Then it shows this one kid looking out into the ocean.
It switches view to the direction he's looking and there's a girl in the water (She looked strangely familiar ) And all of a sudden she starts flailing about, apparently drowning. One girl on the beach jumps into the water and starts swimming towards her. For some strange reason, in the next view, the one kid mentioned above is riding piggy-back on this girl as she's swimming They eventually get to the girl but it's too late. Then it transitioned to some youtube video that was very incoherent, apparently commemorating the girl who died...
The dream faded and I woke up. I drifted directly back into sleep into a different dream, but for some reason felt linked to the previous one...
There were these people doing an investigation. There was this woman, who had something jabbed and stuck into her arm. She pleaded to the investigators that it was the end of a pen ( My dreams really don't make too much sense...) ,but the investigators go into the drawer of her desk and find a syringe and a bag of what seemed to be heroine (Or at least my brain recognized it as that.) Then that transitioned to a car going down the Highway, carrying a few members from the show 'Shameless', and then the car got hit by another vehicle. The End

I was moving up the main cross street to my house. The hill gets very steep at one point, and this is a point I'm very familiar with and had many dreams near in the past. As I reached the stop sign, I noticed a car spinning out of control two houses down on a cross street. It slammed into a house and destroyed the front of it with a crashing noise.

I (oddly) immediately went looking for people walking nearby to show what happened. I assembled a small group, all within about 50-ft. I insisted they come take a look at what happened. When we passed the steep part of the street, I noticed it was no longer a street. It was painted red and not wide enough to fit cars. I brushed off the weirdness of that - and walked to the location of the accident. There instead, was a showroom with an awesome looking gray sports car. Press agents were around it taking pictures.

One of the people in my crowd, a blond woman says (in a frustrated tone) "Hey, I thought you said there was an accident!?" To which I replied: "I guess it was a dream."

Another throw away dream but again displays my newly fragmented dreamscape...

regular dream: 11-15-10

I had another interesting dream so I decided to post it. Usually I'm too lazy but lately I've been having all kinds of fun(well... maybe not fun.. but.. interesting) dreams

I woke up this morning with the most random thought in my head. It went like this: "Mother's cry for elephant's selection." It had absolutely nothing to do with any of my dreams.. so I have no idear(sorry, lately I've been wanting to use the word 'idear' instead of 'idea' just because it sounds cool) where it came from! So random..

Anyways.. so here's the dream I had last night...

Me, my sister, and a friend had just gotten back from somewhere but I was hungry and wanted to go get something from Taco Bell. My sister said I could go but I had to take her car for some reason and I had to drive. So off we went to taco bell.. well actually I barely made it out of the driveway. It wasn't the driveway at my house, just some random place in the middle of nowhere. I accidentally put the car in reverse and I tried to stop it but it wouldn't stop so I had to steer it backwards down the road. We got on a really busy road and I kept dodging cars, going backwards in the right lane while other cars were rushing forwards. I tried over and over again to bring the car to a stop so I could put it in drive but everytime I pressed the brake, the car would take too long to slow down and I was afraid of backing up traffic. I thought it would be a good idear(lol sorry I had to use that word again) to steer over to the other lane(left lane) so that I would be going the same direction as the other cars. So I got into that lane, and all of a sudden the cars were coming right at me.. or from behind me.. or somewhere! and CRASH! I remember going to the side and getting out of the car only to look back and see what I had done. Not only had my car crashed, but tons of other cars had also collided because of me! I was well out of the way when more cars kept crashing into one another and a school bus also crashed. I saw an explosion, there were smoking cars everywhere, and people were dying. Pretty much everyone died in that car wreck except me and whoever else was in my car. I felt terrible.

(here comes the random part)

Then, the scene kept replaying in my head. I watched cars crash over and over again, but each time it happened, there were less and less cars until eventually there was only a few people, who transformed into the cast of Harry Potter and then transported to someone's living room. They were standing by these black couches feeling all ashamed because they were involved with the car wreck but someone said "It's okay, you guys are clear," so they started cheering.. but then 1 second later they all had red gun laser pointers pointed right at each of their chests. They got freaked out. I woke up. Yea........

About a week ago, I went to bed worried. I recently lost a very important journal and I was attempting to clear my mind to remember where I might have hidden in. I started to dream instantly when I fell asleep - which has only occurred a few times in my life. I was not attempting a W.I.L.D.:

I suddenly found myself walking on 101 (a 5-lane freeway in California) in the middle of the last lane before the fast lane. I paused to look around. Even though it was a starless night, I could see in perfect clarity and the visuals were photo realistic or better. I walked a few steps forward towards an overpass that was maybe 20-ft ahead. In the dark, I heard a car crash in the lane ahead just beyond the freeway overpass. I couldn't see that far in the darkness... But, I could hear car parts flying everywhere.

One large piece of a car door came skidding directly towards me and stopped just at my feet. The visuals were so vivid, that I instantly suspected I was dreaming. I looked around again, no other cars or people were around. I moved my hand up as if to direct myself into the air. I levitated off the ground, above the height of the overpass with complete ease and control.

Stationed on top of the overpass was something like an unused construction piece with a tower like structure. Atop that structure was something large with multiple points, covered in a tarp. The dream began to fade. I thrashed around to keep it going, and I remember thinking: this is my chance to search my subconscious for information. Instead, I woke a minute-or-two after I had laid down.

I still haven't found the journal. If my subconscious was providing me with some sort of clue, at present, I have no idea what it was. Nearest I could figure, the journal might have slid underneath something. However, I searched my floor thoroughly. Any and all possible interpretations are welcome...

So, I was in a van being taken somewhere with a few others as if we had done something wrong. Then we stopped next to a busy road. The drivers said we can take a break. I decided to cross the road for a walk. It was nighttime.

So I crossed halfway and stopped at the pedestrian island, and watched all the cars zooming past. I prayed that God would protect me. All of a sudden a car spun out of control and was skidding towards me! I bolted away yelling while other cars had to stop for me. The skidding car hit a little pole right where I was standing.

I walked back and saw police already there giving the driver a breath test, and the police said "You can make a statement unless you have to get back really quickly," he was referring to the people who were driving me at the beginning. I went back to them

The end.

OKAY, well...
I am running how I normally run in dreams - with great difficulty, huge long strides - down the road at night not far from where I live. I'm in the left lane, which is the one closest to the footpath/sidewalk in Australia.

I just pass through an intersection when I hear a car behind me. I run onto the footpath, but the car swerves as if I'm still on the road. It goes onto the footpath in front of me, and crashes into a pole. "Oh no!" I look over and see cars stopped at the traffic lights. I run over and ask one for their phone. My year 3 teacher gives me hers. I look up and see all the emergency vehicles around. I run back over...
But in the middle of the road, the old lady who crashed says "Here he is; the boy who was running on the road!!"
I think to myself Why was I running on the road, if I wasn't supposed to?
I'm dreaming
Immediately all the people froze. Okay, I can't panic or I'll wake up. What am I supposed to do? Stimulate my senses!
I stare at the road, which gets really detailed, but it's not enough. I decide to clap three times, but as I do, I can hear it echoing around my bedroom. I thought Oh, it's too late. I'm going to wake up. Everything goes grey.
I see the word ALLUSION for a second.
I wake up.

After about 30 minutes I realised Wait a second, I have a cast on, I can't clap! The claps really were in my dream, dammit >

regular/lucid dreams: 8-18-10

Exploding a Little Girl's Head LD(My first DEILD)

I was starting to wake up, and that's when I realized I was lucid. I decided to look down at my hands just for the heck of it, and I had more fingers than I normally would(unlike in my last lucid, which I had less fngers). Everything seemed really clear and life-like, so I was scared that I would wake myself up but I think I'm getting better at controlling that, because I became very stable. I was in my house again, and decided to go outside and experiment and have some fun. As I was walking out across my lawn, I would jump in the air and see how high I could float. One of those times I decided to jump and then flap my arms and "swim" up and see how far I could go. I got to be about 4 or 5 stories up I think when I started heading back down. I'm not too good with flying yet. So then I saw these two sisters walking down the sidewalk, the older one(8? years old) pushing the younger one(around 4) in a stroller. I don't know why, but I wanted to make the younger one's head explode, just for a quick experiment before I went on to do something else. I focused on her head and imagined it exploding. I did this for awhile, and nothing happened except the little one started crying and the older one got really mad at me. I must have lost lucidity after this because I don't remember anything else.


Killer

I don't remember the first part of this too clearly, so these are just some details. I was at my house with some older people, I don't rememer who, when some woman turned evil and wanted to kill me. She said that I "had to die." I ran to my dad's room and went on his bed and had an explosive in my hand that you would light up and the flame would go down the string uptil it reached the bomb part. When she came in, I tried to throw it at her but missed, then somehow got into the garage and tried again, but missed again and this time set the garage on fire. I had to get out of there, but she stood in the way of the door. I somehow managed to get out and on the roof. I saw an elderly couple walking towards the house as if nothing had happened, so I jumped off the roof down to them and kept screaming "CALL 911! CALL 911 NOW!!" but they kept saying "What??" like they couldn't hear me. I even screaming their ears but they still couldn't hear me! Then I ran to the bushes behind my house to hide and called 911 myself.

Then I met this other girl in the bushes who was wearing this huge puffy pink dress. I called her by what I thought was her name, but later found out that she changes her name 4 times a year, depending on the season. Anyways, we ran into the neighborhoods behind my house and it was around midnight or so. Every once in awhile, I would jump up really high in the air and go above the trees and houses just for the fun of it. At one time, one of my neighbors came out of her house and complained, but not at us. Apparently her car? or something was making noises and keeping her awake.

I don't remember what happened after this, but eventually I was back at my house and the next day, the cop finally showed up. He was cautiously going into the bushes, where I told him I was hiding. I went outside to tell him that I was fine and he was super late but couldn't find him.


Crash

Me and Ali were planning on going on a road trip to this really pretty island thing in the middle of Colorado(which was only like 1 or 2 state away when I looked at the map, but in reality its more than that). She said she could get us free plane tickets(we took the car anyway, so what's the point?). So I told my parents and they said it was okay. We were going to take my sister's car and we were going to take my parents with us and drop them off somewhere on the way to Colorado. On the way to pick up Ali, my dad went the wrong way and went to my other friend's house instead(I don't know why, because its super easy to get to Ali's house, it's close by mine). I told him to turn right at the next stop sign but he turned left, and we went into this section where there were snow covered hills that looked like mountains and the road was really curvy and went up and down. It was like a smaller version of the roads you would see in Colorado, and I thought it was really cool. Anyway, we eventually finally somehow got my friend in the car, and started driving to CO. The roads were really dangerous now. They were up really high in the sky, and there were tons of cut-offs that you could take and go the wrong way on accident, really sharp turns, and all the cars were going like 100mph. Ali was driving and I was nervous for her because, well, the roads were terrible! We were approaching a tight curve when two cars in front of us crashed into each other. Time seemed to stop, and everything was going really really slowly. The cars were just in front of us now, and it seemed like there was no way to get around. Then my mom told us to back up, so somehow I helped as we slowly backed up as everything around us was frozen. This way, the cars could go off the side of the road(there weren't any walls in this section, which was weird because why wouldn't there be walls on the CURVED section??) and fall back to Earth.. and die. So we did just that and it looked like we were going to be safe.. but then I woke up.


Gymnast in the Air

I was walking over this tall bridge/road thing when I saw an outdoor gymnasium. I looked down and saw some people down there practicing gymnastics. There was a billboard right by the bridge, and some girls from my school were on it, practicing(more like showing off) gymnastics on it with no safety ropes or anything. I don't know why, but I decided to go onto the billboard with them just to check it out. I somehow managed to get on it and saw more girls from my school doing gymnastics. One girl laid a balance beam(a floor one) down in mid air and started walking across it. I was really scared that she was going to fall off it, and I think I actually had to catch her and all the other girls at one point. They were hanging onto strings below me and I was holding them. It was really heavy but I had to hold on until I made it back to the bridge. I got back safely, but I think one of the girls died.

I am standing on a busy road near where my parent's live. The road rounds a hill and has metal barriers down one side. I am at the bottom of the incline looking at where the road crests the hill. It is either sunset or sunrise and the sky seems dim and is tinted pale violets and pinks. Traffic seems busy as usual and nothing really happens until a off-white coloured, two door hatchback comes over the hill too slowly and is rear ended by a dark blue four door sedan which comes over the hill too quickly and cannot stop in time to avoid the smaller white car.

There does not appear to be any passangers or drivers in either car and debris from both vehicles is scattered about the road. No passing vehicles make any attempt to stop and help as they just slow down and drive around the accident. Suddenly a giant blue metal hand grabs the guard rail on the far side of the road and Optimus Prime (in his original cartoon incarnation) climbs over the metal barrier and onto the road. He steps between the slow moving vehicles and starts picking up the debris from the wrecked cars. He says something about wanting to help clear traffic but I am not sure if he is talking to me or someone I cannot see. The scene is comical because Optimus is hindering traffic more than helping, because the cars on the road now have to swerve to avoid his giant metal legs as well as the debris from the accident, and he keeps trying to carry too much scrap metal at once and is dropping and scattering it all over the road again. I remember thinking that "Optimus is not as graceful as he used to be."

The sky turns a dark velvetly blue and answers my question about whether the sun was setting or rising. The street lights and car headlights come on but they are not the usual colours as all the artifical light is illuminated in bright primary or neon hues. Optimus himself is covered in red and blue lights while his eyes are round and bright white like the headlights on his chest. The headlights of passing vehicles on the road are all neon pinks, greens or yellows. The street lamps are flickering and changing colours to contrast or compliment the colours of the car's headlights as they drive by. The whole scene is technicolour and psychedelic and all the lights are flashing and strobbing like a dance club or a rave.

The dream starts off in a large grocery store. I am in the frozen food section looking for something and there are several people throughout the store who appear to be shoppers. I look over my should at one point and see a former friend of mine, Cathy, standing in the doorway to the supply room. I am not happy to see her and I am even more annoyed by the smug look she has on her face. Everyone who I thought at first were random shoppers, myself included, turn out to be prisoners who have to "work off their debt" to be free. Cathy is the one who has imprisoned us and forces us to work in the grocery store, and as of yet no one has ever worked off their debt or escaped.

I am stocking in the soup isle and I find a newborn, sleeping baby, wrapped in a white blanket, laying in a sale bin. I sense that she is related to me somehow and I so pick her up. Slave master, psycho control freak (as she is in real life) Cathy comes over to give me trouble because I am not working and I tell her that I have to call my sister-in-law to come and pick up the baby. Cathy tries to take the baby but I become confrontational and Cathy wisely backs down. For the first time in the dream she doesn't have that annoying smirk on her face because she realizes that I am not afraid of her and will do serious damage if she tries to mess with me. Cathy tells me that she can't have children at her store and I have thirty minutes to get rid of the baby. As the slave keeper walks away I yell "or what? You'll fire me?" but she does not know how to respond and disappears into her office. Several of the other prisoners seem happy to see someone stand up to the boss for once, though they meekly continue with their slave labor.

I leave the grocery store and enter into the large shopping center to which it is attached and beeline for a public phone to call my sister-in-law. She says that she and my brother will be there shortly and I tell them to meet me at the mall entrance. I have no intention of returning to the grocery store and plan on using my brother and sister-in-law as my escape route. When they finally arrive, my sister-in-law takes the baby and says that she is happy to have her daughter back and thanks me for taking care of her. I jump into their mini-van and tell my brother to floor it, but he just stares at me blankly and asks me if I have to get back to work. (*facepalm*) I call him an idiot and tell him to drive and when he protests my sister-in-law also gets on his case until finally he drives away from the mall.

I am both excited and apprehensive. I wonder how long it is before Cathy figures out I got away and hope to get as far away as I can before then. My brother drives along a road that follows the ocean. The sky is overcast and grey it is slightly foggy. We drive in silence for a long time before my sister-in-law asks how work was and I tell her about the perpetual slavery that the workers are forced to endure. My brother asks me something, but I forget what now, before suddenly swerving his mini-van off the road and into the ocean. The vehicle goes deep enough to fill halfway with water and get stuck in the sand, but not deep enough to sink and submerge the entire mini-van. My sister-in-law just gazes out the front window, cradling the baby, like nothing has happened. I feel extremely mortified that my brother is a complete moron, but cannot get a reason out of him when I demand to know why he has sabatoged my plan for escape. I know that now the mini-van has been disabled, I will eventually be found and sent back to work at the grocery store prison, and that makes me very frustrated and angry.

I cannot remember the beginning of this dream but there was quite a bit about wandering around outside in a semi-arid setting. I was travelling with three women I do not know in what looked like a camp ground. Despite the dry arid atmosphere, there were many thick, dark green coniferous trees about - enough almost to classify the area as a forest in my opinion. I do not recall much detail about the appearance of the three women except the two were slightly younger than I (and one was wearing a pink, wool sweater) and the oldest woman was about middle aged and had short dark brown hair. The four of us walked for a while, seemingly lost in the desert forest the three women conversed with each other, but I lagged behind and was content to just enjoy the setting, though as we walked a growing apprehension developed in my mind and I found myself wanting to be in the company of my parents because I suddenly felt very vunerable and child-like.

I had not noticed that she had gone, but the oldest woman of the group suddenly turned a corner, driving a red four door car that looked like a Glendale from the Grand Theft Auto videogame series. I never got her actual name in the dream, but from this point on I refer to the oldest woman of the group as Glenda. I never learn the names of the other two women. Glenda tells us to get in and I make myself confortable in the rear rightside passenger seat. The young woman in the pink, hand-knit sweater sits in the left side and I notice at this point that she has shoulder length blond hair. I think that she looks like Cagalli Yula Athha from the Gundam Seed anime series.

The three women continue to talk amongst themselves but I roll down my window and am content to just stare outside, wondering where my parents are. Glenda drives along a lone dirt road out of the desert forest, heading east, and we travel for a long time with nothing in sight. Soon however there is a wooden ramp a head of us and though it appears that we could drive around it, Glenda is determined to jump the ramp. She floors the accelerator and we speed towards the jump, and I feel that this is a very bad idea. I cling to the Cagalli look-alike and she does the same to me. Everyone in the car is afraid of the worst happening and I cannot talk Glenda out of stopping the car or just driving around the ramp. The red four-door car is heavy and though it hits the wooden ramp at a fair speed and level angle, the vehicle inexplicably flips in mid air, crashes on the roof and slides upside down for a short distance.

The four of us are able to crawl out of the wreck, and though we are dazed, no one is seriously injured. Glenda is quick to rally the other two girls into following her again by saying something like "the Arizona border isn't far now," or something, but I am not interested in joining them. While they continue along the dirt road heading east, I notice something in the southernly direction that looks like a group of small buildings or tents. It is hazy because of the heat and I cannot tell if what I am looking at is real or an optical illusion, but I start walking in that direction anyway. It is very hot and I take off my overshirt and wrap it around my head as I walk.

As I get closer to my destination I can see that it is some sort of outdoor event taking place infront of a large gothic styled building which I think at first much be a medieval church or something. There are stone pillars through the square, as well as consession stands and booths selling various consumer goods. There are many people casually browsing the things for sale or sitting on the many marble benchs scattered about. I am aching from the car crash and walk to the center of the bustle so see if I can find anyone I know. I look over my right shoulder and through the throng of people and booths I can see a Texaco gas station and feel drawn towards it. As I try to make my way there, my dad walks by infront of me and heads over to a coffee stand nearby. He did not notice me as he walked by and does not respond when I call out to him. I am sore and feeling needy and want sympathy because I was in an accident, but my dad completely ignores me as if I am not even there. He orders to hot drinks and walks toward a picnic table in the far end of the square, where my mom is sitting. I unwrap the overshirt from my head and follow my dad over to the table and try to get my parents attention, but again they do not respond. My anxiety increases and I desperately try yelling at them again they do not respond. What adds to my frustration is that I do not know if they cannot actually hear me, or if they are willfully ignoring my pleas for attention.

I briefly become lucid as I acknowledge that this is how it feels my parents treat me in real life, but I do not gain control of the dream because I feel rejected and psychologically exhausted.

Though I know they will still ignore me if I return to their company, I still desperately crave attention and affection from my parents - but it hurts too much to feel non-existant, so I head over to the large gothic style building and see if I can find a pillar or wall to hide behind. As I get closer to the building I notice that one of the huge wooden doors is slightly ajar. I make sure no one is looking and slip through the opening. While it looks like a midieval church on the outside, the interior looks much more like an elaborate palace. Lush carpets line the expansive halls; gold and jewels are woven into every decoration and peice of art; massive crystal chandeliers hang from the ceilings. I stand in awe for a moment, drinking in the magnificent excess of extravagance, until I hear footfalls coming from an adjacent room or hall near the entrance. Because the sound seems to be coming from behind me, I run away from the front doors and deeper into the mansion.

There seems to be some sort of party going on as in each room I pass I can hear people laughing and having fun, though the doors are closed and I cannot see anyone. I turn down one hall and almost trip over a stack of gifts wrapped in colourful papers and ribbons. Down another hall I find a long legless table with row upon row of crystaline bowls filled with either chocolate or vanilla ice cream. Because the hall is not air-conditioned, most of the ice cream is melting, and because the table has no legs and is effectively sitting on the floor, much of the melting ice cream is soaking into the lush red carpet. I walk through a set of doors beyond the legless table and find myself in watch appears to be a dinning hall. The place is set up as if to recieve and dine many guests, but I do not see anyone around. I can hear commotion from an adjacent room and hear a woman say something about "having the place ready for the afternoon guests." I quickly run through the room to a narrow hall on the other side. As I make my deeper into the mansion, a feeling of apprehension develops inside of me and I feel as if I am not suppost to be there.

I enter into a hall with a stairs to the left, a large open kitchen infront of me and a set of double doors to my right. There are cooks in white aprons, waiters in red jackets, and maids in black dresses all rushing around trying to get their jobs done. People do look in my direction, but no one stops what they are doing to say anything about the interloper. I stand in the middle of the hall and notice someone coming down the stairs in the corner of my left eye. A waiter with short black hair is slowing making his way down the stairs and he is holding something I cannot see in his left hand. He makes a funny face and then smiles at me, clearly trying to make me laugh. I do laugh, but try to stifle it with my hand and it is then that I notice that I am wearing a red waiter jacket like the man on the stairs. I am still afraid that I am going to get in trouble because I am not suppost to be there, but being near the man on the stairs seems to make me feel a bit calmer for some reason. Another waiter appears from behind me, carrying a silver tray full of silver dishes, walks past us and mutters to the waiter on the stairs to "leave the new girl alone," or something. The man on the stairs just gives him annoyed look. An aging woman with a scowl for a facial expression, wearing a long black Victorian-era dress and her gray hair up in a bun, appears in the kitchen entrance way and I only get to make brief eye-contact with her when the dream ends.


I think I can sum this dream up quite easy: anxiety about relations with my parents and anger about the emotional neglect I experienced in childhood.