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I have the flu, so my dreams have been weird or unsettling. This is a few nights' of dreams gathered into one entry.

The first night, when I was just coming down with the flu, I felt like garbage and had weird fever dreams where friends were inviting me to LuLaRoe (it's a garbage clothing MLM) parties and trying to sell me things. I kept waking up angry and wanting to be left alone, then falling back to sleep and having the same dream over again but with a different person. Why my brain was obsessed with people trying to sell me MLM shit, I have no idea, but that was all I dreamed about the entire night.

Last night, I dreamed about 3 different people who were dead, those dreams where you forget they're dead and they're alive again and then you wake up and realize they're dead. The first 2 were dead pets (a cat and a rabbit) and the third one was my stepfather. I woke up from the 3rd dream thinking "Wow it's been a while since I've seen stepfather, how come?" and then woke up a little bit more and remembered that it's because he's dead and started crying. The crying did not help my already-flu-congested face. On the other hand, at least I got to pet my dead rabbit for 15 dream minutes, and she was as soft as I remember.

My sister called my outside to show me something and it was horrible. There was a net over the pool and there was a dead blue jay stuck in it. There was a beaten and bloody dead blue jay slammed against the roof. To make things worse there was a nest of 7 blue jays that just hatched and 3 eggs, one hatching. It was their nest. We picked it up and took it to school with us incase someone knew what we could do with it. No one even noticed us though so we found no help. I woke up after that, crying because I'm a giant animal lover.

I woke up and saw the time: 04h25
Went back to sleep.

I dreamt that I in an old neighborhood (El Paraiso) I used to visit a long, long time ago when I was I child.
I was in a known car; owned by one of my best friends in high school, is the one we used to drive around, but the driver is not my friend but anther good friend from a very different time. I was in the back seat and someone else was in the car.
The ride was full of curves. We ended up at the soccer field in my high school. There we met the owner of the car.
We talked about, at least, four different topics, including my friends efforts to find a date (which was the kind of conversation we used to have).
We all go to a party held in a several stories building.
There I met with several people to whom I talked as in a party.
I met with a girl I used to like a long time ago, we held a long and fine conversation. She leaves and I slip of the party.
I wonder around the building for a (long)while. I stumble upon a terrace on the second story. I look down and I see a pool. Nobody is in a pool except by two dead small little mammals (can’t say what they were but they were small, mice-like, and white with dark spots. They where puffed maybe due to the drowning)
I fall into the pool making a big wave. The wave moves out of the pool the little mammals.
I start to feel guilt and I run out of the pool room. While I open the metal door, water displaced by my wave gets through the door, into the building.
Now I am in the buildings corridor and I realize I am in underwear.
More people start to appear down the corridor, this time they are family.
I don’t want to be seen in underwear and I desperately talk to the security guard to open the elevator door. He is sitting across a typical security desk and acts indifferently. He finally agrees to open in very slowly.
I’m impatient.
I wake up. I see the clock; it’s 04h35.

DE=dream-established

I remember I was outside at this dimly-lit street near a building (DE Maria's house) with a mattress outside of it. Maria saying that it's hot and she took her clothes off and her parents saw and Maria thought that they thought something was "going on".

Next, Sean and I were at some old lady's house, which was actually our old house. I tore up a 100 dollar bill (it was for a good cause, but I don't remember what). But the old lady changed her mind, and I went to put it back. I left, almost panicking because I ripped the bill. I left saying "Sean, we gotta go NOW." I ran out and I thought she was coming after us. I ran 3 blocks down to the right, Mirror's Edge style, and took another right. The street was supposed to be Rogers Avenue, but it was dark like night, trees were hanging over the street and dead animals were hanging from ropes off the branches (chickens, pigs, squirrels, etc.) I walked down the street, and at the end, there were chicken houses, pig pens, and hay scattered everywhere. But there weren't any animals except one chicken. The dead animals were supposed to be a warning of some sort. Running past the farm stuff, I took a left. I was in what looked like a junk yard for giant colored blocks. On top of each block was a TV show embedded into the block (specifically the top ten anime of all time, but non were anime). The only show I remember was Mighty Max, but he had sword.

I just remembered that everyone at school thought I boinked Maria, which was weird since I didn't, although this was a dream. Our school was the middle school (set up differently) in the lunch room. Me and Stuger were in the lunch line. Maria was in front of us. Maria was pissed off because everyone though we boinked. Me and Stuger were talking.

Me: it was awesome

Stuger: haha I bet it was

I noticed Maria in front of us. Stuger did too.

Me: And that's why Maria is a such a sweet, beautiful girl.

Stuger: Awww

A pause

Me: I-wonder-what-is-for-lunch-today...

We start cracking up.

sorry for missing caps, etc.: too lazy, on my ithing, blah blah blah... you get it.

So this isn't gonna be very detailed cause it's been a while since I had this one so I don't remember much.

I was at a garbage dump type of place, a big lot surrounded by a short rusty fence and a mound of greenish brown trash in the middle. There were seagulls circling the top of the crap pile. There was a guy there in a dirty blue jumpsuit and a milkman hat who was shoveling trash from the mound and throwing it in another smaller mound. So basically his job was to shovel the trash around for no reason... lol poor guy. I went up to the big trash mound and started digging around (ew), and i found a brown paper bag. I opened it up and there were a bunch of kitties in it, and a cat (mom I think.) I grabbed the bag and showed it to the trash guy, asking if I could take them since I didn't think they should be thrown away like that. He told me I could only take one, somethinb about having to fill his "dead cat trash quota". I grabbed a gray one and gave the rest back to the trash man. For some reason I had to hide the kitty though, like it was illegal to have it or something? I don't know. But anyways, I put it in my purse and very carefully walked home.

Something happened happened on the walk but I don't remember...

I ran in my 'house' and locked the door. The place was actually like a really dark and scary dorm room. I think I had a roomate but I don't really remember. I dumped the cat out of my purse onto the table, but it was flat as a pancake and dead.

Date: 07-30-10
Length: 2 Days
Vividness: 6/10

The first place I remember being is at my Chinese grandparent's house, except everything was a lot bigger.
Dakota (my girlfriend) was there with me, as well as a couple other people whom I forget.
We were hanging out, but I remember feeling frustrated at some point, so I believe Dakota and I were arguing.

Some events passed, of which I don't remember, and we wound up in a chapel, just the two of us, and a priest.
We asked the priest to marry us, so he began the ceremony.
We were both so happy walking down the aisle and getting married together, bound to spend the rest of our lives with each other.

More events that I don't recall passed, and I found myself on a bike, Dakota gone, on my way to my new house, where I currently live.
I got there and my 7th grade Life Science teacher (Mr. Croshaw) sneezed into his hand.
I was about to shake his hand, but he told me to shake his left one instead of the right.
I walked inside the house with my mom, and she began telling me about how Mr. Croshaw had to look at dead animals every time he shook hands with anyone.
I believe my dream ended there, but as it was fading, I felt a feeling of being worried that me and Dakota could never have a real wedding with our family.


This was the first dream I ever wrote down in a dream journal.

-frenchblablabla

I had this dream a while back, like when Steve Irwin was still alive.
So me and my friend Brittany were going on a roadtrip to Wisconsin Dells. They have this waterpark there called the Kalahari, which is for like little kids but that's not the point. So we checked into the Kalahari, and when we opened the door to our room, it opened into the real live African Kalahari. So we ventured inside, and looked around. We started to walk to nowhere in particular. Along the way we saw lots of different animals like girrafes and snakes, except they were made from paper like origami animals. I went to touch them, but when i did they died. However, their angel spirit floating up to heaven was a real animal. So they were fake when they were living but real when they were dead? Anyways, I cried when they died. In the background Britt was turning into a tree.

All of a sudden we hear a rustling coming from a bush. (Britt is no longer a tree.) We look over at it, and suddenly this crazy guy wearing a comical wolf mask with a huge nose jumps out screaming, "RAAAHRBOOGABOOGABOOGA!!!" We look at him like, what the fuck is wrong with you? He whips off his mask. "AHA!" he says in an Australian accent. Apparently Steve Irwin has found his way into the dream. "I bet I fooled you lassies didn't I? Ha, no, you two youngsters are smart enough to know that the REAL African Wolfhound has a much LARGER snout!" he says as he makes a circular motion around the mask's nose. Britt and I look at eachother like, whats with this clown? Suddenly he's right in our faces, smiling as wide as possible. "Say, how would you two like to join me on a wild Native American horse hunt?" without our consent he throws us each on a spotted white and brown horse, then jumps on his own, and we ride of into the sunset with Steve laughing maniacally.