non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP I am at a post office and there is aguy in front of me shipping some packages. The postal worker is in a bad mood and at some point yells at some colleagues. I notice another girl to my right that leaves in a hurry but I don't pay much attention. I notice though that the guy had been noticing her and is not happy that she left. He complains to the worker about her attittude and mood and then leaves. Then I am not really there, but actually watching this unfold in a movie. The guy comes back to the postal office area hoping to see the girl. One day he is lucky and comes across her at a park. She is wearing a rainbow colored baggy dress and looks quirky. They lock eyes and she approaches him slowly. It almost seems like she is going to kiss him, but she just does some quirky dance and off they go together. I think to myself that it is a cliché, but she definitely looks autistic. Then I start remembering all the details I had missed at the post office and realize she was having a lot of quirky behaviors and then she ran away because of the noise of the woman yelling, as she couldn't take it. I go to facebook looking for the autistic groups that I am in, wanting to share my thoughts about this film and I stumble in a post in one of the groups with the link to the said film. It's called "Breannis" and I realize it is centered on the girl and that she is indeed supposed to be autistic. Then I wonder how did I miss at first that it was about her and not the guy. Then I start writing down my opinion on the comments.
Morning of May 16, 2018. Wednesday. In my dream, I find myself looking at Facebook. The technology is not rendered correctly. There is a monitor at first, but this dream becomes of the usual “paper technology” type. I notice a comment on my timeline. It reads, “Stop posting fake pictures” - in reference to real photographs that Zsuzsanna and I had posted of our youngest daughter. This annoys me. I respond by writing, in handwriting with a pen, on a page in a spiral notebook, though somehow also going to my Facebook page, “You are a moron” and “That is our daughter, you moron”. I eventually write a number of longer sentences. He is from another site (a music site for musicians) that I used to post on that no longer exists, though in my dream, there is also a vague composite association with a classmate from the 1970s and who is also on my friend’s list. In actuality, the poster is fictitious and not realistically based on a real person on my friend’s list. His username in my dream is “beasts” (written exactly as such in lowercase and plural for some reason), which I see written clearly several times (even though print is most often not consistent in the dream state). There is a vague association with a real poster by a different name, but he has never been confrontational in this way. By the end of my dream, it continues to follow the same typical association with computer technology being rendered on paper, yet somehow working with the Internet. I flip through the pages of my spiral notebook, looking at other instances of when he made comments on other people’s posts, and which the paper somehow “refreshes” the comments without my dream self discerning the impossible erroneous association. It also has the usual “activation” by sweeping or pressing my finger on the page as if on an iPhone. This is the usual thinking skills correlation as waking process autosymbolism. I even had a carryover to my dream of the next day (“Pet Brontosaurus and Fake Mad Magazine?”), where my subconscious self perceives a Mad Magazine as fake, which, because it is the dream state, is indeed “fake” when compared with the consistent validity of waking life. The influence may also come from the rough association with a real poster calling Facebook “Fakebook”. Curiously enough, I was, as is often the case, vaguely aware while in my dream of the RAS factor and its personification as the otherwise fictitious Facebook user “beasts” (as the RAS function is often also rendered as a wild animal depending on the dream, its core form being a snake). Somehow though, this unusual type of synaptic gating did not entail lucidity of any kind. In dreams, I am often aware of the presence of RAS or the preconscious (and even the meaning of a dream’s autosymbolism while still in the dream, as distinct from hypnopompic disclosure) and it almost always has the same mood and essence as in early childhood. Yet curiously, this is often not enough to trigger in-dream awareness of the dreaming status itself (though does sometimes serve as such).
I was a girl, I got sleepdarted by Ana from Overwatch. I woke up to a lesbian on me wanting to get it on, but I was not in the mood. My dream transitioned to my highschool going to BlizzCon. I didn't remember the details of the con but it was apparently in New Zealand and we had minor earthquakes before we left. The bus stopped at a mall. We looked around, I separated from the others and looked around by myself. When I walked out my dad was there and he complained that I took so long looking around that it was midnight. I was about to come up with an excuse when I realized he's my dreamsign, and I became lucid. I had a false awakening and my laptop was on my bed. It was on Facebook with a video of an African American girl with a white family, who claimed that they are her true family and she ran away from her dark-skinned family, and e comments were people talking about how racist she was, and also some people talking about her name was "Gental" which sounded funny because it sounded like "Genital" I woke up. I did reality checks. I fell back to sleep and had another false awakening, and I accidentally astrally projected. My dream transitioned to me as Dr McNinja from the webcomic Dr. McNinja, with an older ninja who was dressed more like Rambo than a ninja. We were fighting against all of the enemeis of McNinja, under the leadership of an alien luchador a la Darkseid, with Frans Rayner as his right hand man. He sent an entire city's worth of soldiers and police at us. I didn't recall all the battle's detail but it was awesome, with us skirmishing throughout the city by jumping on cars to make our getaway and ambushing checkpoints. We took out the police and was about to make our getaway, when Frans Rayner called us and told that McRambo got a nuke in his shoe and we won't be able to get it far away from us in time. We panicked a bit but then I took him up a tall building and we dropped his shoe, then we run like hell. We survived, and celebrated about how we will escape now, but our noises drew the attention of Space Luchador and Frans Rayner, who were right above us all along in a helicopter, and we were just mutually unaware of each other earlier. My dream transitioned to me talking to someone about the setting of Dr. McNinja. I claimed that in the Dr. McNinja world, nearly all popular fictional characters coexist. I saw from a third person view a bunch of characters on a ferris wheel, but the only two I remember were Stitch and Reuben from Lilo and Stitch, except Reuben was a shapeshifter in the shape of Stitch but with his yellow eyes.
Monsters & food I'm playing some real life Pokemon-ish type game. There are some monsterlike creatures somewhere outside and I'm with them, along with my friend Jor. There's a certain one that you can't beat. What you need to do is put something on it that will dissolve it. The thing that you're supposed to put on it looks like some type of food. A bit later, my friend and I are actually cooking, though it's just two big pans standing outside in the sun. I started it and it looks delicious. Jor is doing the finishing touches, which makes me feel inadequate somehow. Eventually we're done. I start walking somewhere and a mental image forms of my Facebook page. My profile picture somehow has some text related to God in it. There's 4 words and they're written vertically. What the.. how? Juice I'm with my classmate Bos. We end up going to an apartment complex, where my friend Sander is sitting. I think it's supposed to be my birthday and Bos is taking pity with me, so he's spending time with me and getting my friend to spend time with me. I didn't even know these two knew each other and were friends. And here I was feeling sorry for Sander for not having a lot of friends. No need. The story changes a few times as Sander is Eric at some points. Eventually he disappears and now it's my deceased grandparents. My granddad is making orange juice for me. Somehow I feel a bit uncomfortable. Bos is more at ease with my grandparents than I am. There was more to both dreams, I am certain of that. I just can't remember.
I went to bed around 23:30. I couldn't fall asleep for at least an hour, so I read a chapter in my book and then tried again. I woke up around 08:00. It's now 08:20. Pokémon The way this dream looks is a bit like the Pokémon games on the GameBoy, so with a slightly angled top down view. I'm a Pokémon myself and I'm in Brazil. I'm walking around during daytime in a nature area. Lots of green and also some mountains / rocks. I've already fought quite a lot and I'm still being sort of chased by other creatures that want to fight me, though they don't really look like Pokémon. At some point I come close to a house. Two people are standing next to it. I can't enter, because there's a bush that needs to be cut first, but I don't know the move cut. One of the two people (Vegeta from DBZ?) offers me the move cut. Then both of them have to go inside because they have been called for dinner or something. I'm facing a dilemma. This Pokémon that I am has some awesome moves and I don't want to ruin it by teaching a lame move such as cut. I open the menu, which pops up the way it would with the older games. I go to my party and see a list of six Pokémon. I'm a level 43 Pokémon, though I don't know which one. At the bottom of the list is a level 42 Venasaur. The rest are really low level, because I'm doing all the fighting. I have an Exp. Share, so I'm considering who to give it to. It'll allow me to level someone up easily. I've fallen asleep on a cruiseship. I never actually see the cruiseship, I just know it has happened. When I wake up I wonder for a moment if I'm in Germany or in Brazil. Fuck, Germany. I wanna go back to Brazil. I suppose I could go back on the cruiseship again, but I won't just yet. From the looks of it I'm at a big brand clothing store, one with lots of wood. I exit, while simultaneously talking to my cousin. She sends me a message on FB Messenger, though it also feels like she was right next to me. She tells me she hasn't been accepted to Harvard. She doesn't look too bummed. Well duh... you're not smart enough. I'm standing outside now, exchanging messages with a classmate, also through FB Messenger. We're talking about where I'm gonna go. I tell her that I want to go back to Brazil. It's beautiful and I've already found an internship. Somewhere I feel a slight sense of incontinuity, but it's not strong enough to make me realise I'm dreaming. I end up with my mom in the car. We're talking about stuff, but I can't recall what. Somewhere in this dream I see a fullscreen view of a map of Java. It's oddly coloured, as if the nightmode is enabled and it's also shaped wrong. I zoom in on central / east Java. I've been told the part I'm looking at is east Java, but it looks more central to me. I'm looking at a few beautiful locations that I wanna visit. Amazing. All small but beautiful places. I'm not even there and I've got a wishlist already. Somehow Indonesia and Brazil are mixed in my mind a bit. Also somewhere in this dream I'm thinking about the idea of learning Portuguese before going back to Brazil, to enhance the experience. Fragments » Something about my mom's boyfriend. I think he was being a bit annoying. » There was another dream that involved my mom, but I can't remember what. » I think there also was a dream about my ex. Football I'm at a football match. It's the team of my student city vs.. dunno. At first I'm not bodily present it seems. I'm in a portable dug-out which is facing the wrong direction. The wall is facing the field, instead of facing the bleachers. I'm with two white guys in about their early twenties. Two white women of the same age come running up to the bleachers from the field. They have just played. The look of this dream is as I'm watching a bit of an older movie. A bit grainy. Also the colours are a bit off. The women seem to be the girlfriends of the guys. One of them takes her shirt of to change it for a clean one. She is wearing a black bra. The guy who is not her boyfriend stares at her in amazement for a moment. The other girl ends up going topless. I feel like everyone is a bit distracted now. At first the guys were talking about their keeper and complaining about him a bit, but someone has happened on the field that they haven't noticed. Now is the moment where I'm sure that I'm bodily present. I'm topless and I'm trying to put on a black pair of sweatpants. I'm trying to figure out how to do this by pulling them over my head. I kinda reach the conclusion that this is impossible, but I'm still not giving up. Hebrew I'm again not really bodily present. The place looks like an old timey theatre. There's an older man and two women. All white. They're sitting at a small wooden table. One of the women asks the other to ask the man some questions, as he won't answer her questions. The other woman agrees and asks him in Hebrew to establish some trust [I wouldn't recognise Hebrew if a rabbi called me a dick]. I'm impressed by her. She also speaks Russian and some other important languages. That must be great. There's subtitling. The woman is asking about the time the man took 114 people into the city and a tragedy happened. In between shots a short but high stage with stairs on both sides has appeared next to the table and the other woman is standing on top of it.
Notes Dream Semilucid Dream shift: #################### I attempted a WILD, but gave up since I was too tired. I went to sleep and had this semilucid dream: I began by doing something I don't remember (Woke up late, no time to write) When I asked myself: Am I dreaming? #################### I was no longer lucid, and was in front of a frameless computer monitor. The full screen was taken up by Jacksepticeye, with the exception of a Facebook chat menu in the bottom right corner with a black box where the chatbox should be. I feel that I want to leave the page to watch some of season 2 of "The Legend of Korra", and in my mind I see a FM of an episode of it; this was an episode generated by my mind in a previous dream. Before I can do this, a video of a teenage girl (about 15) appears in the black box. She and Jacksepticeye are talking with a conversation I cannot recall, before the box goes black again and Jack seems extremely overly-happy, exclaiming that the chat is "so fun" and the people on it are "really nice". 2 identical kids, about 12 or 13, appear in the box. Jack suddenly exclaims "Let me sing a little diddy i know from the year'of 15 of 8 9. At this point, I get up out of my seat, but still try to listen to the "diddy" (which is more of a sort of classical love song) when I suddenly think: wasn't I dreaming? I wake up.
Weird tube kayak: the dream: Had a dream I was going kayaking with my friend and his dad, and so I had to get my big two seater kayak because irl its the only one my dad lets me use, but I didn't want to use it because after a while I got super tired of paddling with that hulking beast, so I went inside and tried to get my dad to let me use the one-seater kayak, which for w/e reason looked like an intertube-kayak hybrid and was sitting under this tree in my yard. He was in the living room on a couch and his computer was beside the couch which is weird because his stuff is in his room. He was watching some remix made from a TV show like game of thrones or something. I asked him and he said something and went outside. I then got on his computer and got on facebook and asked a guy about a hamburger, but he replied sarcastically thinking that I wasn't serious but I didn't tell him I was for whatever reason. Then I had to explain to someone why Trucks and Mini Vans were good vehicles. September 21 fragment: Also I remember at one part finding my lost dog out in the woods. Dammit it got me again!
Updated 09-21-2014 at 06:51 PM by 69189
Dream - Lucid This dream is an absolute jumbled mess, but I'll try to order it the best that I can. I was sitting on the couch in our living room. I had taken my medicine already and was struggling to keep my eyes open. I was messing with something on my phone, and apparently, I fell asleep while doing so. I then was dreaming (within the dream) about what looked like a SimCity view of, well, a city. It was a place I wanted us to move to, and moving was as simple as clicking a button. I remember placing buildings or something. I then woke up in the first dream. I had fallen asleep on the couch. I heard my husband's voice from the other room calling me. "You spend too much time on the internet," he said. I mean, he's absolutely right, but I wonder what would prompt him to say that? I then asked "Did I post a status in my sleep?" "Yes," he said. I had been fearing that I had done that. I "remembered" posting a status in my dream about the move. I then looked at my phone on what was supposed to be Facebook, but it didn't really resemble it at all. I had posted a status That said something like this: Hey! We decided to move to Nokia, Oregon! ________________________________ __________________________________________________ __________________ __________________________________________________ __________________ The lines are text that I can't recall at all. Holy crap! I posted a status in my sleep. I had a lot of comments on it that appeared like old message board responses (hard to explain what I mean...I guess kind of like how Reddit is set up). All the text was colored and the background was a dark color. I want to say the text was bright orange. I knew that didn't look right for Facebook even in the dream. I thought maybe the site just wasn't loading properly on my phone. I decided to get on the computer, which was located in the opposite corner of the room than it is IWL. I kept trying to get on Facebook, but I kept getting distracted and not doing it. I think I talked to Dallas a little, which was one of the distractions. I did eventually get on there, but it looked the same as it had on my phone. I also noticed that I had initially been posting a status saying I just found Snake on my phone! (link with the name of the game here; it was a Snake-like game that started with a T) but I had fallen asleep while doing so. There was also a string of one word statuses, some that were just text, one I remember saying "Sceeea" or something like that. At the end of the string was the long status about moving to Nokia, Oregon. I was so embarrassed, but I guess everyone else on Facebook found it funny judging by some of the comments (can't recall exactly what the comments said). Then, my daughter was there in the living room, standing by the door (I don't have any kids IWL). She was tall, skinny, and had very tan skin and medium length black hair. She had some acne on her face and had black, bushy eyebrows. She looked to be about 11 or 12 years old. I knew she was my daughter and that she'd been living with us, but I couldn't remember anything about her. I had been a terrible parent. I wasn't even sure who her biological father was. Judging by her tan skin, dark hair, and acne, it was either A or E. I decided it was time to start making an effort to know my daughter, and to really parent her and be there for her. She was about to go to school, but she was then over by a chair where the computer desk is IWL. She had her backpack, and took out a 12-count of cream cheese-iced cupcakes, ones that we sell at the bakery. Many of them had toppled over. I also noticed that there were two jumbo cupcakes from the bakery that were on the floor, toppled over. It must be her birthday, and she was going to bring cupcakes to school. I asked her "Do you want me to get you some more?" I don't remember if she answered me or not, but I was going to do it anyway. I had had no idea that her birthday was that day, but now I knew. I also had no idea what school she went to, and was afraid to ask. She pulled out a small, light muted green purse, and it had something written on it. I was hoping that it was the name of her school so I wouldn't have to ask, but it was just the brand of the purse, "Paulina". Well shit. She was then standing next to me, and I noticed that she was actually a bit taller than me (not hard to do). She was then gone, and I was "remembering" her as a baby, and how I wasn't active with her even then. I also "remembered" that my body made an awesome comeback from the pregnancy; I hadn't even looked like I had been pregnant. I then "remembered" miscarrying another pregnancy late in the pregnancy. I was laying in a hospital bed thinking I was in labor. I had a belly and everything. They had me doped up on pain medication, and told me that I lost the baby. I was so numb from the meds though, I didn't feel any emotion when they told me. I was trying to remember any pains I had had before the medicine, but I couldn't. I also remembered telling people, my husband included, that I didn't have any children, but I had just not remembered my daughter. I hadn't been trying to lie, I had just forgotten. ~ I have had many dreams about having a daughter whom I had forgotten about, the earliest one I remember being in 2011 or so. They are in this DJ, but I don't really want to search for them right now. I even had a meditation a month or so ago where I heard this voice say "I'm afraid my child will come home." I don't quite no what to make of it yet. I'm starting to get some ideas though. Also, I know I had a dream before this one, but I can't recall it anymore. I could in the middle of the night, but then I had this dream.
Dream Fragments Recorded at 8:30am 1. I read a Facebook message. Dave Clarke comments about the size of his dick in a way of that you kind of had to put together certain things he was saying to get the correct answer. 2. I'm playing Battlefield 4 on one of my favourite maps. I'm killing the enemy. I get injured and make a run for it so I can regain health. I'm hoping that I don't get flanked. [i notice that the map is not identical and has certain things that are different] 3. I'm at my house and hear of someone slept in their clothes, due to being cold [i think it was Dave] Side notes: Struggling to remember to recall dreams. Will try and sleep without sleep mask to see if that helps.
22.11.2013NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Eu não sei dizer se foi apenas um sonho que se desenrolou pra vários lados, ou se realmente foram vários sonhos. Vou catalogar como apenas um grande sonho. Eu estava num tipo de escola, conversando com pessoas que me pareciam conhecidas. Logo depois eu estava em um local grande, fechado e escuro. Algo como um templo, com muitas pessoas, que acabei descobrindo depois serem magos. Eu estava em uma escola de magos e ali era um tipo de cerimônia de graduação. Havia uma garota comigo, uma amiga. Era mostrado as escalas dos magos, com as diferentes classes, sendo os mais ao topo os maiores. A minha amiga era chamada a se juntar aos maiores magos, mas diziam que não eram permitidos [cavaleiros/paladinos] ali (percebi que eu não era um mago, e sim um cavaleiro/paladino [um dos dois, não lembro qual]). A minha amiga ficava triste por se separar de mim, acho que formávamos um time na escola, por isso ela recusava a oferta. Aqui eu já estava em outro lugar. Parecia a UNIP onde uma vez prestei um vestibular. Havia uma mulher que gritava muito, como uma sargento. Eu lembro de pensar nela como uma carrasca. Eu estava indo pra alguma prova. Outra parte do sonho. Eu via meu irmão no facebook com uma foto do tipo 'segurando a câmera em cima, fazendo biquinho'. Horrível! Ela postava fotos dele no exército. Uma delas era ele de bruços com um rifle. Agora eu estava descendo uma escadaria, devia ter uns 10 degraus, com a Ju atrás de mim. Eu via minha ex desmaiada. Eu a carregava pra levá-la pro hospital A Ju ficava brava, dizendo que eu não ia carregá-la. Eu retrucava dizendo que ela estava desmaiada e precisava de ajuda.
Time Lucid - 30 seconds Non lucid - grey text Semi Lucid - red text Lucid - blue text I got up out of bed and saw a dog in my room, which wasn't mine. It kind of shocked and scared me a little, as I didn't expect it at all. I figured I had just had a false awakening. I plugged my nose and it worked. I pretended to shoot the dog in the head with a gun, and nothing happened. (I'm an animal lover, I promise). As I left my bed room, I could hear sounds from reality, it was the damned rubbish truck , I couldn't help but realise it wasn't sound from the dream itself. I woke up and turned it into a DEILD. I remembered the dream I was just having, and the scene came to me pretty quickly. I continued the dream where I left off, which was in the hallway. I saw the dogs, and was going to let them outside while I continued my lucid dream. As I let them out, I started to lose the dream again. Once again I chained another DEILD together, except this time I was going to let the dream scene come to me. I thought to myself meh, let's just do it the more reliable way and visualise. I visualised getting out of my bed which bought on the scene. This time I remembered to study something in the room as I didn't want the lucid to end as quickly as the previous attempts. I picked up what looked like a sleeping musk. As I focused on it, I could still hear the rubbish truck and woke up. Dream Fragment/False Awakening I remember laying in bed, on my iPod Touch. I saw my dream diary entries coming up on my Face book wall. I was a bit worried as, I didn't want this information on my Face book. I think I convinced myself that I had them set on private.
Updated 09-27-2013 at 03:16 AM by 24939
I was at my house in Blacks Land. Some girl was house hopping from house to house cause she must have been homeless. I think she went to our high school. She parked her car on the neighbours front lawn. She came inside and I remember her cooking food or doing something similar. She went into my bed room. A friend, Rizza must have went in the bed room with her. I was kind of jealous of it. I thought the girl was good looking and would have hooked up with her if the circumstances were better. I didn't want to take advantage of her cause she was homeless and I allowed her to stay. I could see a phone in my hand, or maybe it was my iPod touch. I could see everything Rizza and the girl were saying, as it was like there convocation was being text to me word by word. I was scrolling through the convocation and noticed there was a lot of 2 or 3 words on each row of messages. Some of the texts did not make much sense. iPod Touch. I went into the bed room and I think Caleb and Ed (Big brother contestants) were on my bed. I was worried about my bed not being tidy as the girl was probably going to stay in it overnight. I got into the bed with both guys, but then everyone started piling in. I think there was at least 7 people all crammed in laying over one another. I could see Rizza and the girl really close to each other. I smiled at Riz and gave him the nod, to let him know to go for it. I got out of the bed and left the room. Caleb + Ed - Big brother I was in the kitchen, and I was looking at my iPod touch. I must have been looking at my Facebook messages. I noticed a message that was sent to Sam B. The message that was sent to her said ''Hey Sexy''. I knew that I wouldn't have sent that too her, as I don't find her attractive. I thought it may have been a friend of mine Josh D that sent it to tune some ladies for me. I was thinking of opening up the convocation and writing to Sam, that Josh D was talking to you from my account. I knew that I had cleared the option which shows the devices that have your Facebook on. I figured it may not have been Josh at all. I was talking to an older women in the kitchen and said about the Hey sexy message which was sent to a girl. I wanted her opinion. Dream ended.
I saw a dream about a close friend of mine, that [in real world] She had an appointment with me and she didn't come and also hasn't answered my angry messages yet... In dream I was angry... fortuitous I saw her activities on "facebook" and I understand that she now can answer my messages and she doesn't do this It was interesting that she also like some post of mine looks like it's a contradiction.
Updated 07-16-2013 at 09:30 AM by 11901
I'm arguing with my sister about chores. Everyone has one or two things to do, except for me. I tell her it doesn't make any sense. In the process I wake up the the mother of my mothers child!? She was sleeping in my sisters old room (I think we were younger). Anyways, I think someone had to drop her off. I was suggesting to do it myself. She mentioned something about money, and she gave me like 40 bucks. I walked outside (was nowhere near my house) and saw myself in a muddy yard. A truck was parked next to my dirt bike and I was about to start it. The guy in the truck (super swamper tiers) looked down and ask me what model it was. I didn't know, and I struggled to read the brand. Eventually he told me what it was, and said it was a good bike. D comes up to me and says he needs to talk to me. I'm in the back seat of a car, and I'm like "what you got a problem with something?". "Maybe, it depends", he replies. Then he asks me "I heard you've been talking to RA on Facebook. Then he goes on saying how I was writing something on her wall. "Yeah, I've been friends with her forever, but I don't even use that crap anymore". Then he looks me in the eye and says "okay, but do you like her". I hesitated and said "man even if I did, she's hundreds of miles away and I'll never see her again". "Ra was always a cool chick but that's all it was, I don't think she'd be interested in me", I continued. "Okay", he said, and I walked off. By now there were tons of people from high school here. It was some sort of dinner. D had M follow me around, and I decided to flirt/talk to whomever I wanted to. Then I saw G. She was wearing a silver cocktail dress. She finished a couple of bites of food, and said 'hi'. Then She stood up, and gave me a huge hug. I gave M a look like "yeah I hit this", even though I only made out with her a few times. She asked me how I was doing, and I told her "as beautiful as you".
It first started at the back of a music store. The music store had instruments all around. I didn't bother to check which ones I liked because I was focusing on something else, my messages through Facebook. There was no computer screen in front of me, I just sort of knew it was there. Like a vividly visual image. Through this image I saw messages from Quynh. I saw her sending messages to other people too. I was scrolling down the page looking to see what she was doing, who she was talking with. I didn't find much, only memories of the times I wanted to be with her. Here's the second dream that was similar to the first. I could recall sending her a friend request through Facebook and hoping that she would accept it so I could see that picture that made me first fall in love with her. It's been so long since she posted that picture but I hoped for the best. Fortunately, she accepted it! The minute she accepted the request, I clicked on her profile and went through her picture section looking for that special picture. I scrolled through tons of pictures but I couldn't find that special one. I was hoping to feel better by seeing just that one picture again but I couldn't find it. Then the dream was all over.
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