extremely fitful, disordered sleep. probably withdrawal from desvenfalaxine 100mg + other health issues. surreal and vivid imagery tonight. fell asleep for 1st time around 11pm, woke up every hour or so until ~3am, woke up at 7ish and fell back into fitful sleep until mid-afternoon around 11-12pm i am upstairs in a version of my house. i realize that my house looks different and suspect i am dreaming, so i do a reality check (breathing through plugged nose). it succeeds and i become lucid. i run outside (it is sunny and beautiful) and begin rubbing my hands together to stabilize the dream. unfortunately, it fades quickly and i wake up. i had other dreams during the night but i do not remember them. 6-7 am the entirety of this dream takes place downtown. the atmosphere is somewhat bleak - it's grey and snowy - but the sun is out. first i am having a debate with Richard Dawkins and a Christian theologist in a parking lot. the debate is on the subject of marxism. many people are watching from the main part of downtown, which is several miles away; the geometry in this scene doesn't make very much sense. dawkins keeps attaching balloons to himself and floating miles into the air, carrying his debate on from the sky. at times it becomes night; the sky turns deep blue and stars come out. i complain to a friend that i can't hear dawkins from up there and she chastises me, saying i should pay more attention. next there is a new attraction downtown: a massive tower which houses a gigantic transparent tube. you enter the tube and it shoots you up to the top of the tower, then back down. my boyfriend decides to try it. a team of middle-aged women in black uniforms pack him into the tube and i watch as he jets into the air then falls down at an astonishing speed. afterwards he mentions something about "astronaut MILFs". then i sit down at an outdoor table where a group of unfamiliar people are eating. they arent bothered by my presence, surprisingly. i pick up a menu: some of it is in english, some of it in the Cyrillic alphabet. i decide that the cyrillic language is lithuanian (does lithuanian use cyrillic? i don't know... anyway...) i have no money to order food but the people let me eat some of their food. it tastes delicious: savoury and sweet. the dishes were primarily meat-based. at one point the restaurant owner comes over and asks me if i have any questions. i cannot reply because my mouth is full of food, but i point to an item on the Cyrillic menu for which no price is listed. she explains that this is an entire roast pig and due to the quality of the meat and the preparation time it costs around 900 dollars. she gives me a meatball from it as a sample. it tastes nice. there is a tripadvisor rating in the window of the restaurant: 5.0/10. later i am walking through downtown with my red-haired imaginary friend from a previous dream. i complain that i am sick. she tells me i probably have problems with my liver and i disagree with some recondite explanation involving the amount of water in my body. as i discuss water the windows of an adjacent skyscraper seem to turn to segmented/striated bodies of water. finally i am walking behind two men and overhearing their conversation. they are talking about a man who was found murdered in a dilapidated house. an old woman found him, rebuilt the house and made it amazingly beautiful, but she had left his corpse in its original position. these men had been hired to clean corpse secretions off of the furniture so the house could be sold. 9-10 am i am in a large, disorganized country house in which the dominant hue is deep yellow. several teenage boys live here. at some point i begin writing a short story about living in this place. as i write the story, by narrating it in my head, the scenes play out in my vision. the opening scene is rendered in Poser-style primitive CGI. a generic model of a man -- hairless, no identifiable facial features, no genitalia -- jerks around erratically within a cubic matrix formed by grey rods which connect red, yellow and blue spheres to each other (think of a 3d molecular model). the background is blank white. there is a soundtrack of erratic, metallic electronic music, something like aphex twin, but more aggressive. the next scene takes place within the country home and involves the boys. i cannot remember specific events, besides one where a boy accidentally burned my arm with a cigarette and i punched him in the face, but i recall that this scene was very long and involved a great deal of violence + homoeroticism. the final scene is staged in a massive, darkened room. there are two glowing crystals here, one green and one blue; i understand that these represent Zeus and Hera. one of the boys is here too, floating naked in midair and dwarfed by the dimensions of the room. the crystal discuss various things. at one point a thunderbolt strikes. there is no definitive conclusion to this scene. the story replays over and over in my head, at least 5 times, in the perseverative manner of some fever dreams. i am very proud of the story i have written -- to me it seems to address lofty, complex themes and it takes me on an emotional journey; i recall being impressed by the complex syntax and clever wordplay of my writing. my story, i believe, transgresses and deconstructs the entire institution of contemporary western literature... in another dream i am at a swimming contest of some sort. i need id to enter the changing rooms and i do not have id. i try to sneak in through the back door, and i succeed, but i become lost in the maze of changing rooms: there are dozens of different rooms, separated by ages as well as by gender. i eventually find the correct one. i get changed, go into the pool and begin the contest which apparently involves me tackling people while demanding they tell me what subgenre a random metal band belongs to. the winners of the contest are me & my friend M.M. the prizes are books -- a compilation of Hesse's Siddhartha & Steppenwolf and some imaginary tome of Faulkner's. (my subconscious loves namedropping, apparently.) M. chooses the Hesse book and I am a bit disappointed because I had wanted it (in real life i would have preferred faulkner!). i look inside the Faulkner book and there is a picture of a beautiful blue-walled estate with exquisite Gothic architecture, which takes up the majority of a small island. i am awed at its beauty. this is Faulkner's home, I understand; the island has some absurdly long and comically French name.
fell asleep around 12, woke up around 3, went back to bed, finally woke up around 7 12am - 3am a long and complicated dream about a tall girl with red hair. in the dream we were good friends. there was a very jovial atmosphere, unlike most of my dreams. then a dream where i discussed lucid dreaming at length -- without actually becoming lucid. 3am-7am i am at a strange clothes store with my boyfriend. the store mainly sells lolita dresses but contains a large variety of different clothing items as well as miscellaneous objects. at the far end of the room there is a passage to a second room which is brightly lit with many large windows. the store owners, a middle-aged asian woman and her teenage daughter, work here, making all the clothes from scratch. we talk to the two women for a while. there are many items of clothing hanging on racks here and i discover a finely crafted leather jacket with luxurious fur trim; i ask the younger woman how much it would cost and she tells me "about a month's salary". we leave this room and return to the main part of the store. there is a dress i would like to buy here, but it is too expensive. instead, my boyfriend and i decide to buy two dvds. these "dvds" come in vhs cases with elaborate box art; the one my boyfriend buys has art that's a slightly altered version of the dark side of the moon cover, and mine is a complex pattern of organic plantlike shapes. we understand that these movies are beautiful works of art and that watching them will change our lives. we trade the shop owners a large pyramidal prism for the dvds. then i leave the store and enter into a shady urban area at night. i am now running away from three young white men who want to mug me. i see my dad's car parked on the side of the street: i get in and we drive away.
Prior to bed, I had 2 margaritas and a daiquiri... I'm not shocked that my attempts last night were unsuccessful and my dream recall was terrible. I went to bed focusing on the idea of awareness and lucidity. I focused specifically on the goal of meeting some friends for lunch at an inn in a fairly stable setting I visit (it is often where I wind up when I succeed at a WILD attempt). One of my other lucid goals was to go to a concert with a different friend of mine. I did not go lucid, but focusing on my goals was not entirely fruitless. In the non-lucid dream that followed, I DID meet up with some family friends for lunch. Lunch was in some sort of fast-food restaurant. For some reason, I couldn't stand the idea of ordering food; normally, I love french fries but for some reason in this dream, the thought of eating one made my stomach turn! I think that while I was asleep, I may have actually felt ill from the alcohol I ingested and reacted to the in-dream (very vivid) smell of french fries with actual nausea. Instead, I went and got a slushie from the slushie machine... a blue raspberry slushie. The whole restaurant had kind of an "outer space" theme to it. I woke up briefly. I had set my intention to not move between dreams but EVERY TIME I woke up last night, I moved and then thought "d'oh!". I attempted a WILD but without success and lapsed into non-lucidity. I was in a car with a friend and her teenaged daughter. We were driving down a highway in Nebraska, trying to find a restaurant... so we could go to lunch. Haha. The dream got a little blurry. We stopped at a truck stop that turned out to be kind of like a... club? My friend and the daughter disappeared once I went into the club. Instead, they were replaced by my friends A_ and two other "friends" I have never met in real life. All of us were wearing baggy, colorful animal-themed footie pajamas that looked kind of like animal costumes. The darker-skinned guy was wearing a costume that looked like a blue alligator... I don't remember what A_ was wearing... and I was wearing a big fuzzy rabbit costume or something. The whole environment felt like a combination of a comic book convention and a rave. We went to the roof of the club, which had become kind of a skyscraper thing. To get up there you rode an escalator but it had been designed by a crazy artist so that it became so steep that everybody going up to the top had to support each other so they could even stay on the thing. Then you were supposed to get back to the ground floor on a giant slide. At the top there were several bands playing in kind of a "battle of the bands", including 3 identical-looking guys with acoustic guitars and huge puffy hairdos who were playing some stuff that sounded kind of like... I dunno... acoustic Linkin Park? Anyway, they lost the battle and their reaction was to start sobbing and then jump over the railing of the roof and fall to their deaths (they were 5 stories up). I saw this in slow motion from outside of the club. For some reason, at the time I thought the whole thing was hilarious.
My journey began at Pacific High School. It's the school I'm always dreaming about. I'm standing at the quad waiting for a few friends to showing up during the day. There was a lot of people walking around so I'm assuming school was out. I met up with a few friends a met from another school I'm taking right now. Well, I really just met Natalie. When she shows up, I was lucid. I was lucid before this, I just forgot where I was and what I was doing. There were times when I just wanted people to die. That's when I used my powers to have them killed off easily. That's when I start to notice differences in how I can control my powers. I felt that the more I thought about killing someone, the harder it'll be or it may not happen. I tried not to think about it and look away and strangely, it worked. I raised my right hand and formed it in a shape of a pistol and killed almost everyone I saw. Even as me and Natalie were walking home, I was killing people. I remember telling Natalie something. I told her that I had some kind of friendly love for her. She didn't show too much sympathy but when we reached the quieter part of the school, she showed some interest in walking very close next to me. I also saw a man walking in the direction we were walking in. At first, I thought he was going to kill us, but I walked in to a factory just half the mile from the school. I didn't take to much time there. That place was a ghost town. I'm not sure what was standing beyond the road, there was a big wall surrounding the area I was walking next to. This is the part where I ditch Natalie and enter the factory. There's a few people I met in the factory, but nothing special happened. I only noticed a few women standing in front a set of clothing while some of them were nagging about it. I also do remember another part. I was back at my house with the power of lucidity. I was standing in front yard with two other people on the ground, injured. I looked up at the sky and felt it was a perfect time to end the world off with a meteor. I paused and stared at the school for a few seconds and raised my right hand. I tried my best to destroy the world but it just wouldn't work. Again.
very busy, haven't been able to sleep much - ruining my dream recall. some fragments tonight: 1. i was in a distorted version of downtown (bright colours, very sunny) with my boyfriend who now had massive dreadlocks cascading from the back of his head. i found that very unattractive but i decided that he is my boyfriend, so i should deal with it. we entered an empty furniture store. it was hexagonal with large windows on every side; the carpet and most of the chairs were green. we sat down on a couch. we wanted to kiss but we were afraid people would see us through the windows, so we just cuddled a little. suddenly the room started tilting from side to side. we heard the store owner coming in and we ran away -- but he was actually glad that we visited his store and he gave us smoothies. 2. i am with friends (the only one i recognize from real life is M-----) in a huge department store. we are wandering around and i was stealing things. i recall spotting a stick of men's deodorant that was selling for 80 dollars, so i decided to go to the women's department and steal a similar product. i never found the womens department but i stole some books. then it is night and we are downtown. we want to go to a bar (i don't drink irl) but the only way to enter is through a third-story window. my mother is wearing a red shirt and lying motionless on the sidewalk a few yards away; her body seems shrunken. we pay little attention to this. i try climbing up the building's many roofs (roof-awnings? what's the architectural term for those) - dead ivy vines cover the building - but i can't make it to the top floor. at one point my mom gets up -- she's acting normally, wants to join us. 3. i am at a public indoor pool with a lot of other people. there is a young girl in a wheelchair there and a fat middle-aged woman is saying rude things about her. i tell the woman off and people applaud me. 4. i am reading a website about a spa. the company is from quebec and much of the website is written in french. i don't recall what the text said now but i remember that upon waking i remarked at the fact that it was sensical and grammatically correct -- strange because text in my dreams usually makes little sense in terms of content or syntax -- especially strange because french is my second language! one part mentions that they have special tools for relaxation or something to that effect. the text is a link, so i click on it. it brings me to a page that displays various styles of bongs (they're all blue and silver and quite elegantly designed). there are also prices for "asian massages" for women and men. the prices are all in the 1-2k range. so i come to the realization that this is a brothel where you can smoke weed. i decide to visit. the spa is an outdoor pool. it is very sunny and bright outside. the geometry in this scene is odd - i think i'm floating above the water or something. a girl arrives, but no sex acts transpire, at least that i can remember. i wake up. -------- quick analysis: i've had many similar dreams about department stores. my dream-stores are always massive, labyrinthian, with blank white walls and floors and an eclectic assortment of items. the image of my mother lying on the ground probably comes from the time i saw a hipster girl lying face-down on the sidewalk in toronto (with her ukulele of course). she wasn't drunk or sick or anything, i think she was trying to be artistic or protest something, but it was just silly. the police made her get up. there's also another dimension to this image i think - my mother was an alcoholic while i was growing up and to this day i have a strong aversion to being around any drunk people... especially her. almost all the dreams i've catalogued so far have had something to do with sex. generally, dreams with sexual themes are very rare for me. i haven't had any changes in my real life that could trigger this... maybe my subconscious is just trying to embarrass me.
I'm in my school's common room, only for sixth form students. In the dream however, it's much larger than in real life. The ceiling stands about two stories above me like a large gymnasium, and as far as I can tell the room is connected directly to the main 'street' of our school. Out of the nearby windows I can see it is night. There are several octagonal tables stationed around where people are sitting, talking, laughing and eating. I'm near the edge of the large group of tables, where a solitary old fashioned sofa is stationed. I get a really bad feeling about the sofa, as if it's an evil, tangible presence. I advise my friends D and A not to sit on it, but they laugh it off. D is very relaxed, and assures me that it's fine. They both sit down, and nothing happens, though I know something is wrong. It is then that someone I know, though I can't recall who, gives me a hacksaw and tells me to do it. D and A get up and resign themselves to the fact that they won't get to use the Sofa. I begin to cut it up into very thin slices. It's surprisingly easy to cut, as though it is made of sponge. Once i'm done, the room trembles and a voice booms "How dare you kill the being I sent down to earth!". At this point everyone in the room begins to get scared. We start hearing regular thumps, massive ones, as though a giant creature is approaching. The whole room shakes with each 'step'. I get up and go outside in an attempt to help calm my fellow students. Outside it is raining quite heavily, and the moon peaks out from behind the overcast sky. I move round the front of the school and round to the back. Here there are more changes. My school is now built near the side of a large river, and a cathedral is now stood nearby. The school is missing several sections as a result. As I move along the tarmac beside the river I sense something, and look around to see a legless ghost in a long Victorian skirt float across into the cathedral. I then see a huge white ball appear in the sky, and in terror assume it's the monster. It actually turns out it's a light atop the cathedral spire, and the whole thing is actually just faked. I move towards the school to tell everyone, who I can see beyond the large windows. A friend comes out to greet me, and realises as well that it is a scam. I then look towards the school to see the ghost flying straight at me, before waking up. Overall, quite an interesting dream. First one I had in some time. Will keep you updated on If I have any tonight.
I was standing outside a soon to be restaurant in a commerical district in Winter Park. I'd check up on it every now and then, to see if anything physically changed with the resturant. Eventually, lights slowly flickered on, and I planned that as soon as the manager came out and walked around, I'd ask her if I could apply for a job there. I was very excited, but I kept to my patience, and after while, I saw her. I walked inside, introduced myself, and asked if I could get a job application. She didn't have one, but she did have a notepad with names of previous people who appilied, and she told me to right my name and phone number in one of the boxes. Once I did, she asked for my lisense and stuff, and I told her I lived very close by. She then told me to right a taxi number down, and I did something like (407) 777-7777 and in real life, there actually is a taxi company that uses 777-7777 in its number, which is pretty cool, since I've actually never known how to call a taxi, and through a dream, I now know how! Afterwords, a taxi came to pick me up, and I ended up being the driver. I was on the highway, and I was on the far left side, and my exit was coming up, but it was nearly impossible for me to get to the right and take the exit. I missed it, and thought, "I'll just catch the next one, but the next exit became a bridge that crossed over the highway, farther away from where I needed to be, so I kept taking the main highway, and It came to a toll road, so last minute, I took the nearest exit, which went into an open field, and stopped. Turns out, Cat, Matt, Jessica, Michael, Jared, and some other familiar faces made the exact same mistake, and that apparently they all had their own cars, and were following me. We decided to walk to the toll booth lady, and explain what happened, and she said she'd give us $3,000 dollars to pay the toll, and then I woke up
This lucid was short but I haven't had one in a while. My friends Sam, Moo, and Johnathan were at Sam's house and his parents weren't home. We were upstairs when his mom showed up downstairs so they went downstairs as I was laying on a bed upstairs. Finally, I got up and went downstairs but I was really tired from laying down so I was stumbling around and acting really drunk but his mom didn't seem to care. We go to his kitchen were some overweight man is serving spaghetti but it looks really old and nasty so I tell them that I'm going to go home and get something to eat from my house and the boys say they're coming with me but I yell at Moo to stay for some reason. Then Johnathan, Sam, and I walk outside and it's actually outside of Moo's house but my mind doesn't pick that up. I look up to see the sky is at ceiling level and it's made out of black and white coca-cola bubbling or something like that. Ding! That's when I knew I was dreaming. I think 'yes this is a dream, Grey this is a dream!' trying to get the dream to get even more lucid but it still seems pretty dim, so I remember to shout "Clarity now" three times and it gets pretty clear. I look up to the sky to see it's a very vivid blue that I've only seen in other lucid dreams. The dream started spinning for no reason and I couldn't stop to stabilize it so it crashed into nothingness.
Sleep: 12:00AM wake: 3:00 AM Sleep: 6:30 AM wake: 12:00PM 1. It was a dream about a game similar to call of duty except it involved more tactics. It was a 1 on 1 game and each person set up a team of about 5-6 people who had different guns around a map. There was a moderator who started the game after both people were done, and as well we both had a character in the game, usually behind the rest so our own character was our last resort. The person I was versing and I, we both kept going even and all of our other guys killed each other off so at the end of the game it was always his character verse my character. I think I remember winning. 2. The first part of this dream I remember is Me Adel and Trey going somewhere to eat. Me and Adel used to work at this restaurant called On the Border. He kept suggesting we go to Mcdonalds and I was like what about On the Border and he kept talking about how On the Border was disgusting and I kept saying how can it possibly be more disgusting than Mcdonalds? When we went in of course the furniture and architecture was all messed up and my old coworker Jen was hosting. We always used to do this thing where we would both say Hi back and forth to each other over and over and thats what she did when I walked in the door haha. We sat down at the bar and for some reason I kept saying racist things and I kept saying the word nigger. Then I noticed a black person sitting near me and I stopped talking about it. I looked at the menu and I couldn't recognize anything on there. There was one type of food called "archs" lol. Our friend Maia met us at the bar and she sat away and her and Adel were talking but she kept looking at me. Then I realized she told me to interview at Genghis grill at 4 the next day and I looked at my watch and it was 3:22 and I felt dissapointed because I had almost let her down.
In this dream, I woke up to my phone's alarm, went to the kitchen, put 2 bread slices in the toaster, and made cereal. Once I finished the cereal, I felt full, but noticed the two slices of toast, ready for Jelly, but I ignored them instead. I end up walking into Math Class, and in the corner of the class near Ms. Schilds desk was Miyuki and Vladimir, both talking about whatever they usually talk about. I pretend to not notice them as I walk to the place I thought I sat, somewhere in the back. As I walk, I look back at them a few times, and see Miyuki quietly talk to Vladimir about something, and her face didn't make it seem like it was anything positive. Before I knew it, the entire class was filled with kids. Jessica, Cat, Matt, Ashley, and Issac where the main characters in this dream. I Walked to the front to find out what we were doing today. On the board, it seemed like we were coping down answers from multiple Homework Assignments and Tests. When I passed Miyuki's Desk, she stopped me for a moment and said "Hey Chris? About yesterday..." and she whispered something, but the class was way too loud, and I told her to just text me, and walk back to my seat. Ashley Quickle asked out loud to the class if anyone had any wax, and I immediately remembered Matt Garcia asking me for wax the previous night, though the wax Ashley needed was for imprinting answers from the textbook (Silly Putty Style) and not for a Vape. I try to forget about Miyuki, and walked over to the front corner near the door, where Jessica King, Cat Kaiser and Matt Fowler all sat and hanged out. Cat had a math book open, while Jessica sat next to her, trying harder then anyone I knew to stay awake. I sat in front of Jessica and we basically had a conversation on how it was fucking incredible that Jessica goes to sleep every night at 4 a.m. and wakes up at 6 a.m. and manages to somehow stay 'awake' during the 8 hours of school we have, and she laughed a little bit, but it was apparent there was a very thin string between her awareness and knocking out into a deep sleep. I remember Jessica's eyes were very baggy, but her actual eyes were very fun to stare into! (Is that weird? Nah!) After awhile, I went to the front corner between the board and Ms. Schild's Computer Desk, to copy more notes, because I was talking and forgot to do them, seeing the rest of the class was far ahead. Some people talked to me, and a lot of it dealt with me musing to myself about the day so far, and what to expect next. Its funny actually a lot of my dream 'thinking' was all about remembering the 'dream' I thought I had (The Breakfast) but it turned out I was in a dream while I thought about remembering a dream! All of a sudden, my foot knocks down this large wooden board with answers on it, that everyone was copying down from. Issac Mills immediately starts yelling his clever, witty, 'disapproving of my everything' remarks, for all the class to hear, and I frantically struggled to get the board up right so people could copy it again, but the board was very long and unbalanced, so after many failed attempts, I woke up.
The dream started out with a fairly normal day - the main reason why I didn't recognize it was a dream. After a time, my sister (I'll call her Mary) came along and we went outside for a walk. That should have been a red flag, since we never go for walks together. We see a friend building a fire. Just goofing around, we leaned the sticks against him like we're burning him at the stake or something. Around this time, the dream shifts. Me and my sister are walking towards a dark forest on the edge of an old castle. For whatever reason, we're Miguel and Tulio from the Disney movie El Dorado (for the record, I was Tulio). We see an entrance to a sewer - the round sort, large enough to stand in. It's very clean. We enter. We look around for a bit - it's sort of freaky looking. Like a cave. Up ahead, there's a squarish drain set in the wall. Large enough to crawl through, but only just. My sister, being the sweet and kind person she is, decides that I should go through it. I'm not normally claustrophobic, but this was pretty weird. And suddenly I realized - I've had this dream before. But I couldn't control it - I forgot before I had a chance to. I spent what felt like half an hour in dream time crawling about in those weird drains, but for whatever reason, I enjoyed it. The dream changes. I'm in a prison, outside in the fenced enclosure. I'm in for stealing. And, completing my Disney dreams, the guards are the ones from Aladdin. I get into an argument with them, but I don't remember what it was about. The dream half shifts - I'm still a criminal, but I'm staying with a rich family. They know I'm a criminal, and they aren't pleased I'm there. I'm trying to do my best to fit in, but it's not going so well. Little things, like for example, one chair too few at dinner. Guess who has to eat elsewhere? There was also the matter of the poisonous housekeeper, or whatever he was. He was part of the family, but he took care of all the household work. He hated me, and was constantly blaming me for things. For example, twice while we were making dinner for a lot of guests, he tried to break things around me. People believed him, of course - I'm the thief, after all. Eventually I just lost it and got very whiny. As it turns out, the rich house belonged to the head guard (again, Aladdin) and two of my friends and my sister were his children. I ended up in a huge argument with the guard again, about how I wasn't evil. I didn't exactly lose, but I didn't win. And then I woke up.
02.02.2013Developing robots and playing tag. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was with some friends indoor talking about how to develop a robot with artificial intelligence. The home interior was pretty dark since the windows were very small. We had a lot of computers and some robots that also could be used like cell phone (not smart phones though) and they were about one feet tall. I was taking with them about the inconvenience to do some phone calls with them. For those who do not know me, I am a 30 years old working Psychic Medium despite the dream how follows. Suddenly, we went outdoors and we started to play Tag. I started to run with a made up best friend I had in life, and we were tagging each other all the time. We ran a few blocks and we went inside a few buildings, some of them, had stores and restaurants. Each time I tried to tag him, he would hold my arm and tag me back, sayng "Tag, you are in!" I felt a bit upset because he was too fast for me to scape, plus there were a ton of tables and chairs and it was hard to run. We got to the exit of this restaurant, and I saw some stairs, I tagged him and started to run the stairs down. He claimed he was afraid of the stairs and he needed to use the elevator. I started running down the stairs, jumping sometimes 4-5 at a time or even the whole floor using the hand rails as a support to bounce. When I reached ground level, I could see how still the elevator started to go up (we were at the 4th floor) I found it pretty funny that he was not going to be able to catch me anymore, since he wasted a lot of time. I wondered where my other friends where.
Very fragmentary dream of me being with friends of mine. We connected an old 90's style TV to his computer via USB cable for some reason. I wanted to get some information or something, but my friend wanted to download some music first (he played it, it wasn't much to my taste). Later the scene became a parking lot, and he drove out of the parking lot where my car was also parked. Apparently, we lost our laptops. And he was talking about how we should all go to the beach. I also recall being online and seeing pictures of cats or something, and something about getting a new cat and naming him Interval (which I thought was a strange name even in the dream, no idea how or why I came up with it). It then came back to my apartment again. I went to the kitchen, it was dark, and I thought of Slender Man for some reason. I actually wanted him to appear, I enjoy being scared in dreams sometimes, the way I can enjoy a good horror movie. He didn't appear, but I still woke up.
Hi, this is my first post so I apologise for anything incorrect or confusing. The dream with be written in bold and what I think it means will be in italics. I was in a big pub like room, but no bar, just the room and I was with some of my friends (although I don't know who). The pub was suddenly on fire, I wasn't burning or hot or anything though, I was trying to get out of the pub, but I was in no rush. I turned around and my friend and apparently the person I loved, was lying on a hospital bed dying. This didn't worry me, but I stayed with them until the end, then went on with what I was doing, which was just looking around. I looked down at m leg, because it suddenly felt different, and all the muscle in my calf had gone, but the skin was still there, I have no idea how. There was more to the dream, but I don't remember it as the dream was a few nights ago. some pretty weird stuff there! I have no idea what I'm talking about, no experience with interpreting dreams or anything, but I think, going on the fact that dreams are memories and fantasies, that the person I loved dying on a hospital bed was because of a story I had heard from the person I love, about someone he knew dying a while back. The fire may have been because I was hot as its summer and about 25 degrees at night. The leg muscle, I have no idea at all, that's just weird. And my no panicking, also weird, may have just been because subconsciously I knew it was a dream or seething like that. That's my best effort haha Peace out.
It's becoming harder to remember. I'm walking through a room filled with friends and strangers. I have this feeling that I starring in a Lizzie Mcquire movie without the actual characters. There's a seat to my right, in front of a wall. I'm going to take a seat. It's strange. I'm feeling sorrow for some reason. I need to cover my eyes so these other people won't see my tears. I don't want them to know why. I should probably stop crying, but I can't. There's a man looking at me. "What's wrong?" he says. I shouldn't let anyone know why I'm feeling this type of sadness for no reason. I don't see too many of my friends here, I only see a girl I saw on Facebook from one of my friends' list. Here name is Alejandra. She looks pretty, and there's a lot of pretty girls in here right now, maybe they can make my day feel better. I'm going to take off my shoes then sit back down. There's this blonde girl sitting next to me. She looks Asian too. She doesn't seem to be interested in me, so I probably should try a move on her. Something is happening! The dream is changing scenes. Me and the rest of the people were now inside my garage back home. Now that they're here, I'm going to comfort them by turning on a laptop in the garage and playing one of my favorite Eminem songs from Youtube. I put on "My Darling" and waited to see their reactions after listening to some of the lyrics. "I always thought if you're gonna murder somebody you should face them, tell em why, look them in the eye then waste then." After this, it was time to wake up.
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