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Dream #1 of the Night:
I am up in bed reading at around 1:00AM. Suddenly I hear the front door in my house open and slam shut. I am terrified and begin to scan my room for a weapon but I can't find one and settle on using a sharp pencil on my bedside table. I open my bedroom door and see a young boy sitting Indian style in the hallway. I am taken aback and attempt to stab the palm of his hand. This doesn't hurt him. I notice he is fiddling with a pencil himself. I realize that he is glowing slightly blue and I now understand that he is a ghost and become frightened again. I quickly start asking hi)m questions without giving him time to answer until I come to my last question, "are you a good guy or a bad guy?" He looks at me, reluctant to answer. I am uneasy knowing that he looks so reluctant, so I shout to my parents to help me yell and him to get out of the house and never return. I look back and he is gone.
(I woke up after this, I consider this dream a nightmare as I am frightened of ghosts, especially ghosts of children.)

Dream #2 of the Night:
I go to my ex's house, "N," to collect some of my things. I have so many things there that it is taking me a long time to get them all together. Without notice, people start to show up and Nate whispers to me to hurry up before I embarrass him. People keep showing up and we start to have a party with a lot of smoking. I try to play a game of cards with N and a few others but the game never starts. Later, I go outside and see little boys all around my car. The were out to get me and had placed a bunch of empty juice containers on my car to somehow "get to me." I shoo them away. Even later, the party is over and I am still at N's, kneeling over a dying man. He doesn't want my help so I do the best I can to help anyway and call "Dr. Quantum" to come to the house and tend to the man. When the Dr. shows up and the dying man realizes it is Dr. Quantum, he is suddenly better and stands up. He proceeds to rant to Dr. Quantum about how the doctor owes him money.

I was in a restaurant and recognized characters in white or yellowish hoodies. They were going to kill
me and someone that I was with. I tried to get my friends attention to warn them. I don't think I was
able to warn them, but I got up and left the room before the evil people could kill me.

I was in a building that had lots of rooms because I kept running through different rooms to get away.
On two occasions, two small men would come through an open doorway to get me. Instead of running away,
I ran after them. They weren't expecting that and they ended up running away. Then a single guy came
through an open doorway. I ran after him and surprised, he ran away too.

Then I was at my dad's old house. I had a '65 limmo/charger in the garage. I was with 3 women in some
kind of costumes. One was a '50s waitress or something. Then there was one that I really liked, but I don't
remember what she was wearing. I think she was in black. Then there was another lady that I don't remember
anything about.

I commented on how odd it was that I was with three women.

My dad lived on a corner, so as we walked up one street, we had to pass the other street that ran along my
dad's house. I told the ladies I would come back for them. I went up to my dad's house trying not to be
noticed by the bad guys. I made it up to the garage where I saw my dad. My dad used to be
a trigger to lucid dreaming, but not so much lately.

My dad was showing me cap guns I could use to scare the bad guys. Then the guns he was offering became shrapnel guns.
The idea was like a .22 where there was a small projectile, but still a low caliber weapon. I thought it would be weak compared
to what the bad guys had.

My dad started showing me knives then. I thought that was worse than the guns. Then, when I decided I should at least get a
couple shrapnel guns, I found the knives more accessible. I loaded up on throwing knives.

I went over to the car in the garage. I uncovered it and got in. I was hoping it would start because it looked as though it had been
parked for some time. Before I got a chance to drive it and pick up the girls I was supposed to pick up, I dream-skipped.

I was in a house where the bad guys were still after me. I was looking out windows waiting for them. I had a shotgun. I was going to
be ready to blow them away. I decided that they would likely shoot a machine gun through the windows before they even got to my
place, so I found a window that they would hit last. I positioned myself so I could blow them away.

I remember cocking my shotgun. There was a handle on the shotgun slide I had to pull back and push back forward.

That was the end of the dream, but I had a hard time getting my shotgun ready, and I remember feeling great that I was ready. I
also remember taking a practice shot, but it may have been a mental practice shot.

I am at a high school dance (although I am 20 and in college now). I go out to my car for something and I see a black man come up to me and start to get into my car to steal my things. I am horrified and try to tell the people in the car next to me but they think I'm kidding and that the robber is a friend because of how calm we both appear. I am trying to dial "911" on my cell phone but the calls won't go through and I notice I have been dialing "991" over and over instead.

Later, a girl who I sense is evil has a crush on me (I myself am a heterosexual girl). The girl bites my lip and makes it bleed. She starts to shake as if she is possessed and says that blood makes her crazy. I make out with her with intent to have sex with her but I never do.

-At this point I "woke up" and wrote the above in my journal but when I woke later, nothing was there. I believe this was an out of body experience as I have been practicing this a lot lately.-

Later, I am at the water park and a little black boy sprays me and my mom with a spray gun full of orange liquid. I assume it is orange soda (delicious). People around me are shouting and happy. As the boy sprays me I lift a blanket I am wrapped in to shield the spray and laugh.

Later, I am in my recent ex's room wearing a blanket again. He is sweating and asks, "aren't you hot?" I take the blanket off, say, "no," and put the blanket back on.

1. I'm walking through a sun-speckled woodland on a wide blacktop path, and the way is quite peaceful and warm. Out of the woods comes an oddly attractive figure, a six-armed lizardwoman. She starts to walk beside me and introduces herself as a "mover and shaker" who has time-traveled from close to the end of civilization. As she continues to speak, I realize that she's really rather amoral but is very intelligent, and I'm drawn to her. As we reach the end of the path, I ask her for her name: she smiles and replies, "Fukiyume."

Note: When I woke up, I did some searching on that name. The compound "Fukiyume" is meaningless, adopted only once as a username on an obscure Italian forum. However, both "Fuki" and "Yume" are legitimate Japanese words. "Fuki" refers to a shoot vegetable, and "Yume"... means "dream!" I was certainly unaware of that consciously, but I've seen enough anime (including Ghost Hound) to possibly have it in the subconscious. I'll have to see if this DC appears again.

2. I'm on the highway entrance ramp near my house, phoning my mom who's in a car on the exit ramp. We're trying to coordinate our Father's Day shopping, with little success.

3. I'm at the clinic of a smiling doctor whose specialty is urology, waiting for some routine procedure. Across from the waiting lobby is a banner that morphs according to the type of surgery he's performing at the time. Eventually the banner shifts to tell me it's my time, and I go to an operating room that looks like a bathroom from my old house. I'm allowed to select my own anesthesia, and I try for a hypnosis MP3. The one I pick has a very creep female hypnotist, however, and I'm unable to trance as I start to panic about the knife's cut.

Yeah I know odd title. But it was an odd dream. So I knew there was more to the dream but only bits of scenes that wouldnt really be worth posting. But the part i remember most was the ending, so here it goes...

It was set at my grandmas house..well more in here driveway but anyway. There's this big black SUV parked? in the driveway so i open the door and there sits Gerard Way and his brother from my chemical romance. Gerard in the drivers seat. They were all knocked out kind of with cuts and what not all over like they've been in a car crash. So there little ol' me is, trying to get up to the passanger seat so i can try to wake them up or keep them alive or something. Im sort of hunched up by the passanger seat tapping on the face and hitting their chests kinda freaking out because....they were kindaa dying there? haha Anyways, im slapping him a little while he's slowly waking up, I kept telling them to hang in there and wake up while an ambulance get there (though i didnt think one was coming) Then my auntie and my mom show up in a truck ready to take them to the hospital. Again, theres 5'0 ft me trying to carry this grown man out of his SUV and over to the truck. Ehhhh not so successful, but I did manage to sort of drag him over...so i guess they were safe.

Then I pretty much woke up. I know there was a lot more to this dream before they showed up but nothing good enough to put down here, but i know there was some crazy teenage boys trying to steal something...and pretty much getting there ass's kicked heheh And thats about it.

DELETED

I was in my basement. There were about 4 people with me. We just got back from some kind of fair. There was a bunch of stuff on the table, and a little girl was playing around with it. She mixed some blue liquid with some white powder, and went upstairs. I went upstairs as well, but I looked back to find blue goo flooding the basement and coming upstairs. I warned my brother who was in the living room, but he wouldn't listen. I ran into my room and grabbed the money from the little jar on the shelf above my bed, but as I was doing that I realized...


"what the heck... BLUE GOO? I'm totally dreaming!"
A smile spread across my face as I leaped through the window and began to fly. I got to this huge flat square of dirt with a street connected to it. I thought I would try to call my friend. I just kind of thought if him and next thing I know he was there.
I said "hey, can you teach my some awesome lucid powers?"
He said "sure, what do you want to know"
"teach me shapeshifting"
"No. I'm teaching you how to drive."
"But I want to learn sh-"
"I swear I will kill you"
"... Driving sounds fun."

The dream was getting unstable, so I figured I'd just Gi along with it. So off we went. I found this white car and got in. I floored it and was going at top speed. The feeling was awesome, until I got to a turn and completely wiped out. My car just appeared back on the track, though. I could hear my friend's voice saying "you should try turning."

... So I did. I drifted around the first turn, then another, then ran off the track into a muddy lake. But there was track under it so I drove right out. As I was driving along a straight road I decided I should wake up so I don't forget my dream.

I'm in House #1. [So much for recognizing dream signs... :/] I look through a window that looks out onto the patio from the side opposite the dining room [um... in real life, that would be the bathroom window, from which such a view would be impossible...] and see that there's a wasps' nest hanging from the eaves outside the dining-room window.

I'm in the garage, and I say goodbye to P. There are two cool, old, red, elongated, flat-topped cars there (one might have been a convertible). My parents are taking me out somewhere, but I haven't been able to find anything I want to wear, so I'm only wearing my royal blue bathrobe. [I used to have this robe in real life, but I don't anymore.]

[Dreamskip.] I'm driving the brown car into the parking lot where our hair salon and the OSH hardware store are [back in our old town]. I'm naked, so I try to crouch down so that the other drivers around don't see me. When I try to park, the driver of the car that's parked crookedly in the space next to mine decides to back out and straighten his parking job, coming close to hitting my car, but narrowly missing it. I cower in my seat, frightened. When the driver gets out of his car and comes over to talk to me, I look down to check the arrangement of my blue bathrobe, which I'm suddenly wearing again, and make sure it's covering me decently. The other driver tells me that he didn't hit me.

Then, four young boys (10 or so) come to my car and start pestering me relentlessly, climbing in it and all over it and talking to me loudly and annoyingly. I yell as loudly as I can at them to GO AWAY. I'm surprised that I'm capable of yelling with that volume. After I yell at them like that about three times, they finally go away. I'm trying to keep my blue robe on and maintain my modesty, with only partial success. I continue to do so once I've moved from my car to a patio table on the sidewalk outside the hardware store. [I don't recall getting from one location to the other.] People pass me by on the sidewalk as I try to keep the robe up. Next to me on the sidewalk, B.W. and his chorale friends are getting dressed for a performance.

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Side notes:

This was an interesting twist on a classic anxiety dream. It featured the common dream scenario of being naked in a public place and ashamed of it, but it combined that scenario with two stressful occurrences from my waking life: a minor car accident in a parking lot, and the very spirited all-boys class I've been teaching once a week. In the dream, I yelled more loudly than I ever have in real life. Do I unconsciously wish I could yell that loud in reality? It's a plausible hypothesis.

Illegally Driving an Illegal Car: (non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm at my friend Eli's house (because I have never been there in real life, his house looks like the normal house I dream about when I haven't actually been there). His house is brown, has one floor, is on a pond, it has a large mud room in the front of the house that has stairs up to a higher level.

I didn't really do much at his house, but I wake up in the living room ready to go to school. I check my iPhone, and it has this app on it that looks like the weather channel- but has an icon on the front that says what the weather will be like. Right now it has a sun and says 91F (it was actually 91 yesterday).

I'm now at this weird cafeteria that I have never been to in real life before, but its the same on from an earlier dream. Eli is there and we start to talk, I forget what its about but I'm pretty sure its just small talk. Someone motions that its ready to start the trip. We are going on a field trip today, but we all have to drive ourselves to get there. I actually don't have my license, but I'm a pretty good driver. I'm have my dads big, blue, F-150 to drive.

I don't really know where I'm going, but I just follow people. I get off the highway after some time, and see an underground parking garage. As I get inside of it, I realize how much of a pain in the ass it's going to be to actually park it. It takes me a lot of tires, but I get it to work.

A police officer comes over to me and asks who the car is registered to. I tell her that its registered to my dad. She says that it's actually not a real plate and she's going to need to do some tests on the car to make sure that the car is real. I forget exactly what she does, but she does a lot of tests and all of them confirm that the car is real.

Weird dream, but I am glad that I had four I could remember last night. Only posting two, though :3.

Non-lucid, Semi-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in an old, dusty, dark shop with gray-brown, wooden walls, a high ceiling, and lots of rows of wooden shelves. Mr. H. [my first music teacher] is there. When I see him, I tell him that I'm glad to see that he's still around and still active.

There is a sign hanging from the ceiling above a passageway that leads to another room. The sign points the way to different departments of the store. I walk through the passageway into another, larger area of the shop. This area is the grocery store. A large family with a bunch of kids is grocery shopping there. I hear one of the members of the family mention that they only ever buy produce from Ralphs [a grocery store chain in my area], so they won't be buying any here.

[The dream shifts, and] I'm playing Petpet Park. I'm controlling my usual player character from a third-person perspective, just like in real life, yet my computer isn't part of the dream; the world of the game is the world of the dream, and I'm controlling my character using only my will. [That was pretty awesome, especially for a non-lucid.] I'm walking around a spooky, Halloweeny-themed area [that looks nothing like any of the ones that exist on the real site]. I'm inside an old building. While there, I set off a quest by causing a penguin non-player character to start walking forward from his spot next to the wall. He's off on his way to make a potion. This event is the first in a quest series that is accessible to non-paying members as well as paying members. I spend some Nickcash to get into a small room off to the side.

I decide not to go through a narrow doorway into an area where I could start some other quests. Then, the spooky atmosphere of the area starts to scare me, and I decide I want to get out of there. After getting outdoors, I decide to try to fly to Celestial City. [Celestial City is another in-game area with a more beautiful, peaceful mood. In the real game, player characters cannot fly. I think the fact that it occurred to me to try to reach another in-game area by flying indicates that I was gradually beginning to realize that I was dreaming, and not playing the actual game.] I fly away from the ground [or rather, my player character does; the dream is still in third-person point of view], deliberately playing the Celestial City background music in my mind. I close my eyes [somewhere around here, the dream shifted into first-person point of view] and open them again, trying to make it daytime, instead of nighttime. It works for a few seconds, but the sky quickly darkens to night again.

[The dream shifts again, and] I'm watching a scene from a movie involving a flyover view of an airport. I can easily identify the shooting location as Ontario International Airport because of the view of the mountains rising behind the airport buildings. In terms of design, the buildings resemble the old buildings that were all there was to the airport back when I was a little kid. They're bigger than the old ones, though, and in the same position as the new buildings, although they're not as long as the new buildings.

[Dreamskip.] I find myself flying over L.A. and the ocean. I am now definitely lucid. I can feel my pulse pounding in my head. I strongly suspect that the sensation is coming from my real body, but I choose to ignore that thought and focus my attention firmly on the dream. I use the moving-my-fists-together-or-apart technique I've described in previous entries to control my flight.

I'm driving along Pacific Coast Highway. I decide I want to drive to Newport Beach. I know I've succeeded when I pass a motel that has a sign on it that says “Newport Beach.” I also pass another, two-story motel that has water slides built right into the front of it.

When I get to the street that leads down to the beach, I turn left, then peel off to the right to follow the road that leads down from the mesa and over to the beach. [This road exists in real life. The motels do not, as far as I know.] Since I've met my goal of driving to the beach, I think, I am awesome!

Dream - Lucid

I was in what looked like my mom's car. I was parked somewhere, in a driveway I think, and I was sitting in the passenger's side seat. Someone, I think it was Dakota and I had no idea where he came from, handed me a phone, not sure if it was mine or his, but he said there was a "7-page text" on the phone. He handed it to me, and the text was from Austin, an ex. It was a very long message, and all I remember about what it said was
"Tear down two walls and build one up.", something along those lines. I think he was trying to break ties with me or something, but in a nice way.

I remember having another message or something, but I can't remember who it was from.

I then fell asleep in the car. I woke up and it was nighttime outside. Two guys were knocking on the car door. I opened it, and one of them asked me if I'd take the other one home. The guy that he wanted me to take home looked crazy, kind of like the guy that reappears in my nightmares (messy, medium-length brown hair, crazy look in his eye). I told him no. I tried to shut the door, but the guy with the crazy guy held it open. The crazy guy got halfway in the car and started trying to talk to me, I don't remember what he said. I shut the door, but they opened it again. I finally shut them out just in time for some more people to try to force their way into the car. I got in the driver's side seat to try to drive away. I was really scared.

At this point, I knew I was dreaming for a second and tried to wake myself up. I blacked out, I may have woken up for a second even. I was then in the car again, and Kacey was there outside the car. I told her about what happened with the people trying to get in the car, and Kacey said
"You can be here until 5:30."
I said I knew, but I couldn't stay with all those people trying to break into the car.

I decided I was hungry, and needed to go get some food. I stopped at Panera Bread. They closed at 9, and it was 8:45. I saw that they were trying to close up. They had already taken their soups off and everything. Even so, there was a line. I stood in line and waited for my turn. I remember the guy at the register was being a complete smartass to everyone. I figured it was because they were about to close, and there were still people ordering food.

I got to the register, and it was now about 8:50 or so. I was trying to decide what to order. I said something to the guy about them closing. He said something about some supervisor being there to interview him. Apparently, he wasn't going to be at that job for much longer, so he was just being a smartass to everyone because he could. He said something smart to me, I don't remember what. I'm pretty sure I didn't order anything there. I went to go find another Panera, one that closed later. I remember going into another one. I think they closed at 10 instead of 9.

~

I remember being at Subway, ordering a sandwich. The lady taking my order was a bigger black lady. She looked like she wasn't very happy. I ordered a veggie sandwich (my usual at Subway in waking life ). She got to the veggie bar and asked what I wanted. I listed things off.
"Spinach...banana peppers..."
She slowly built my sandwich. I then told her I wanted black pepper and vinegar. She started to put salt on the sandwich, stopped, poured some salt on the cutting board to see if it was salt or pepper, and then said
"Oops."
She put pepper on it. Then, she started to put mayo on it, which I hadn't asked for. She put a little on it, then figured out her mistake and again said
"Oops."
I said it was ok, I'd eat it anyway. She gave me the sandwich. I sat down and scraped the mayo off, and took off any veggies that had mayo on them.

~

I remember walking down to the beach. It was a nice day outside. I walked down some stairs, and saw the back of Jarrod's (an ex) head. He was sitting on the stairs and wearing a grey hat. I almost walked past him, but decided to get his attention. I ruffled his hair/hat as I walked by and said
"Hey Jarrod!"
I thought he'd ignore me or not respond, but he said
"Hey Krista.", and we talked for awhile.
I remember his voice sounded different from what I remember (we haven't spoken in over a year in waking life). As I talked to him, I noticed his hair got shorter.

Frag#1
Had a dream I was a prostitute working an area.
I had two babies that were not mine (no idea where they came from) that I kept with me because they were cute and it got people to ask me questions. I was standing on the other side of a car parked in the street, the babies were in the drivers seat and I would take them out of the car through the drivers window.

There was a cop that was on to me and made it hard to get clients. He would park right in next to the car I had the babies in pinning me between the cars and blocking off anyone that would approach. I talked to him about what he "thought" I was doing, but after a while someone came by anyway. He passed me $20 through the cop car and asked to meet me. I said sure and walked with him around the corner. I stuck the $20 in my bra which was practically exploding with cash.

I thrust myself toward him and started making out with him. The cop came around the corner and I stopped abruptly and told the guy we should find somewhere more private. We started to walk away and the dream changed.

---an unnerving dream irl because I have never had or pursued a relationship as of yet--- (I am female)

Frag#2
Had a dream I was complaining to my mom about my job and telling her how the positing sucks and how I need a new job because it is not fixable. She just smiled and nodded not caring about that at all but tangenting to our relationship, it was very uncomfortable.

Frag#3
I was working maintenance (my current job irl) There was a work request to have two suitcases taken to ocean beach and another to Mariposa. I have no idea where Mariposa is, and I know how to get to ocean beach but I know I do not have time to get there and back. I try to explain to someone that it is not even in my job description to deliver things off site, and that this is not my responsibility.

I decide to try it anyway since no one will listen or understand, plus i am paid by the hour, so who cares if I go on a wild goose chase. i set out, it is not long before the bags start feeling heavy and I get lost trying to find Mariposa. After a while I head back, angry still that my boss is making me do this. I ask John at the security desk if he could give me better directions to Mariposa and ocean beach. He whips out a huge map that is as tall as I am and the width of the lobby and points to ocean beach. Great, I say, now what about Mariposa. He gets a silly grin on his face and says that I have seen it already. No I have not I say but he insists that I can find it. I was sure I could find it but I only had half an hour to get them where they needed to be. I search and somehow discover that mariposa is under the false name "Pansies and Pluto" (I am sure about pluto but I forget what exactly pansies was, something like that though) I head out, and wake up.

Date: 10-30-10
Length: 2 Minutes
Vividness: 2/10

I was in the car with my friend Tanner and 2 other guys I don't remember.
We were talking, when Tanner's mom calls him and he says that he'll call her back.
Tanner passed me the phone and I talked to his mom.
She asked which number he was going to call her back on.
She then asked if Tanner had the number of the candy shop.

-frenchblablabla

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dark Car Ride:

I was walking to my friends car after school was over. It was parked in a new lot that I don't remember the school having. By the time I got to it, it was raining extremely hard- and it got extremely dark out (but its not like it took a while to ever get there).

His car was brown and really beat up, in the dream. I got into the passenger side and he started to drive towards the exit. He has to drive overly slow so he wouldn't hit anyone. For some reason, his car lights weren't on. As we got onto the main road, the dream started to go completely black.

The dream went black and I jumped into another dream.

Saucy Muffins:

I was in a new dream, still at school, walking towards the gym. I reached into my pocket and realized that I only had $2. If I wanted a muffin for lunch, I would had to get it now before they were all gone (which is true, all the muffins are gone by lunch, and they are $1 each so in the dream I was planning on getting two). I walked down to the cafeteria and it was really dark outside now, although it was bright when I was walking to the gym. I went in side and asked the lady where the muffins were. I then asked for a plain one and pointed to a chocolate one. She gave me the plain one and then she gave me this weird looking one that had pecans on the top. She started to pour this sauce over the top of it. I'm really disgusted over how sugary it looks. I said "I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but I didn't want that one". She said "Oh ok, just tell me whatever you want I can get it for you.... Anything....". I replied "I really just want the chocolate muffin".

End of dream. I can't remember if I woke up or what happened.

Lucid Thrift Store

I'm in some kind of thrift store, which is a regular living room but with a rack of clothes. I see Heather's new clothes she bought for her birthday the other day (in real life) on top of the rack.

She wouldn't donate those, I think. I am instantly lucid. The dream is difficult to connect with for whatever reason. I rub my hands together for stability but realize I have mittens on. I remove them and try again.

I sit on the floor for a moment, thinking of what I want to do in a dream. I try to recall my goals.

An eastern women is at a cash register and is doing a little dance. It is very simple but she acts very proud, as if it took her months to perfect it. She looks over to me and offers me acid after she's done.

I close my eyes and she places a tab of acid on my tongue (I "know" this happened, but didn't actually feel it occur.) Suddenly my body is knocked from a sitting position to my head on the floor. I lose lucidity.

The dream spins into a different room, a different scene:


Dylan Returns

I am in my ex-beloved's living room (not a replica of real life at all). It has very nice hardwood floors which I admire. We are hanging out, catching up. He offers to bring me to the ATM with him or something.

We are in his car. I ask if he has his license and he responds that he doesn't. He goes through the ATM and we drive somewhere else.

We are now on a beach. He is tattooing Bart Simpson onto my foot. I look at my foot a lot and think of how sketchy the lines are and if I'll regret this.

I have a discussion with someone else on the beach of how stupid water shoes are.