I was over my friend's house. I went inside to get ice pops. We were playing catch with a plastic deer, who's tail broke off. We went into the living room and played ps2. It was a modded console with a custom controller. We played some fighting game in Japanese with pretty much every character in the world. I chose Tsuna and Spanner from KHR. For some reason Tsuna was replaced with Mario. after that my mom came to pick me and my cousin up (when did she get there?). We went to a huge department store. We went through the back and walked up lots of stairs. At the top I realized I was alone. The room was painted gold with pillars and had a bright red carpet. There were a lot of girls in bunny suits. A blonde lady grabbed me by the arm and told me to get dressed. The costume (although embarrassing) was surprisingly comfortable. She made us practice for a photoshoot or something. It took hours. I even had to spike up my hair in a weird way. She made us smile in like fifty different ways and practice posing. After we were done some of the girls left the room and there were only two left and me. One of the girls got a text message telling her to turn on the TV in the room. We did and saw that the ones who left were already on a stage performing without us. The blonde lady set this whole thing up. We were pissed, and wanted our revenge. We walked out of the building and around to the back of the stage. We walked on while the others were still dancing as if it were part of the show. I wish I could've seen that blonde lady's face when we started dancing like idiots in front of the whole crowd. After the number was done we all walked back inside. There was a chalkboard set up with sliders set to the words "performance: BAD." I knew it was our group of 3 who caused this. The three of us took our suits of and slammed them to the ground. I walked out the front door. It was the middle of a winter night outside the building. As I was walking I met up with an old man. He seemed very afraid of something. I walked with him for a while, telling him that I had no parents (lie, for some reason). He showed me his stamp and eraser collection. I don't know why but I was all shocked and amazed when he showed it to me.
Non-lucid My memory picks up whilst riding around town with one of my old friends cousins and he is not exactly a law abiding citizen. We drive around until we think that it would be a good idea to stop by a local gas station to pick up something to drink. We get to the gas station, and he goes inside while I stand outside next to the car. I am texting on my phone, casually looking up every now and then because I seen some pretty good looking ladies standing across the way at the gas station. There are about three of them, and the next thing I know two of the girls walk away and one of them walks toward me. She instantly sparks a conversation and leads me over to the entrance of the gas station. This is where I find out that the girls are not single, and they have about three guys with them. She purposefully led me into a trap. I am standing in front of the gas station door now, with three other guys starring me down. They all look pretty pissed off and I begin to think that there is no other way to get out of this, other than to fight them. I throw the first punch and it makes its mark, while the two other guys jump on me and start throwing punches. Out of nowhere a person that I have not seen in years came from the back area of the gas station where the cars are supposed to be fueling, and he started in on the fight. At about that time, my old friends cousin came out of the gas station and noticed that a fight was going on so he decided to help as well. The guys were now losing pretty badly, and eventually all three of them where knocked out or laying on the ground in pain. I think about the police. As soon as the fight is over, the friend I haven't seen in years runs up to me and I tell him that we need to get out of there now because the police will be here soon. My friends cousin jumps in the car and takes off, so we take to the back of the gas station and run through a field headed toward my old apartments. This field is very overgrown with various weeds and such, and I tell him it would be best to just make a mad dash through the middle of the field so the weeds will give us cover. We both begin to run, and we soon end up at my old grandpa's house some how. We run through the back door, and into the house, which is very dark and no one is home. I seem to know at this point that my grandpa no longer lives there. We run out of the front door, and my friend wants to go back into the house to lock the door for the home owners. I tell him that we do not have the time to do that, and I remind him that we need to keep running. He goes back anyway, locks the door, and exits the porch. Just as he jumps off of the porch, the owner drives down the street and sees him jumping off of his property. He is driving a dark red vehicle, and it is a rather old car. It had apparently just finished raining outside, so the streets were wet and he instantly slammed on his breaks and spun out. He had his wife in the right seat, and he was in the drivers seat on the left side. You could hear him yelling out of his window after he seen us begin to run when he spun out. He instantly slammed the car into reverse and caught up with us down the road. I was on the right side of the street, and my friend was across the road from me. The man got out of his car, and he was fairly old. I see that he is brandishing a shotgun, and he is starting to shoot at my friend. We keep running hard until we get to the end of that road, and an intersection leads off to the right, left, and it also continues forward. To the left is a town, and to the right is country. My friend runs to the right, to avoid the shotgun bullets. I choose the forward path for whatever reason, and I am now being hit slightly by shotgun spray. Just in front of me, continuing forward, is a rather large church, and beyond that is a gravel road that leads to a bridge. Since I was being hit by shotgun spray, I thought that it would be a good idea to pick up a large street sign, and cover my back with it whilst I was on the run. I do that, and I keep running toward the bridge. When I get to the bridge, the old man pulls up in his car just behind the start of the concrete that the bridge is made of and he gets out of his car. I try to keep my cool, and he holds the shotgun up to my body. He yells something that made sense then, but I cannot honestly remember exactly what it was. He then shoots the shotgun and misses, so I take my chance to grab the end of the shotgun with my left hand, and I point it away from me while I punch him in the face with my other hand. He ends up letting go of the shotgun, and I now have it under my control. I aim it at his lower half, and I fire the gun. It instantly blows off the entire lower portion of his body, and he is now crawling around screaming at me. I then proceed to shoot him in the face, and he is still not dead. Guts are hanging out of his mouth, and he is crawling toward the bridge and I casually think to myself "Good hide yourself" as I begin to worry about my finger prints on the gun. I begin to wipe down the trigger area, and the barrel of the gun with my shirt. I know that this might not be too efficient, so I begin to look for some sort of gasoline to rub the gun down with. I find an old canister of gas just to the right of where the bridge starts in an oddly wooded area. I pick up the can and walk back to the bridge, where I see a helicopter flying very low to the ground just above where I shot at the old man. The pilot is in clear view, and I decide that I should shoot at him as well. I take three or so shots at him, and he begins to fly away into the distance. I then take my shirt off, and soak it with gasoline and then I rub down the gun in a hasty fashion, making sure to get all of the points where my fingers would have been touching the most. Just after I throw the gun off of the side of the bridge, I awake.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was at my mom's house, which was in an apartment complex. A family living upstairs from my family was really noisy. It was really getting to the point where my family couldn't take it anymore. We were all now down in an underground parking garage. The walls were really clean and white. The fluorescent light was kind of bright and really white. Something had been done about the family upstairs. It was like the police had kicked them out. Now we saw an old man from the family. He had grey-black hair and a big, grey-black mustache. His hair was really sloppily done. He had a pretty big belly, which his white polo shirt barely covered. He wasn't the father of the family. He was just a member of the family who should have moved out a long time ago. He had come to ask my mom for some help. I told my mom to stay away from that guy. She had finally gotten free of him. Why would she let him back into her life? But my mom decided to help the guy. The guy needed help on a test. When the police had kicked the man out of the house, they'd told him the only way he could come back was if he could pass a test with a lot of questions about American society and history. But the man couldn't understand most of the questions. So he was getting help from my mom. Dream #2 I was in a bedroom. I'm pretty sure I was at someone else's, possibly my family's house. I was playing some kind of white Game Boy that had a clear purple case around it. Then I left the bedroom. Before I'd left, I'd seen an upstairs neighbor, an old, black man with a really skinny bony face, pale skin and blonde-brown hair, peeking in the window at me, as if the bedroom were in a one-story house and not an apartment. I came back to the bedroom. I realized that I'd left my Game Boy just sitting out on my bed, where it could be in plain view of the old man. I wanted to put it in a less visible place. But there was a girl standing in front of the door. She wouldn't let me in. She was a pretty, Latina girl in a colorful dress. I knew she was the old man's friend. I pushed past the girl and went into the bedroom. The Game Boy was gone. Only the purple case was left. I walked into the living room, upset. The living room was like the one in my great-grandmother's old house. Just as I walked into the living room, the old man walked in. He was grinning like he knew just what was going on. He was wearing some kind of suit, maybe beige or tan with a white or blue shirt. I yelled at him, "Where's my Game Boy?" But he just sat down in a chair and kept grinning, like I couldn't do anything to hurt him. I think I got really mad and shook him. Dream #3 I got something in the mail that looked like a greeting card mixed with a letter-sized envelope. It opened on the long side, and it was supposed to be opened so that it flapped upward. There was some printed information inside about how I'd been drafted into the Army. Below the printed information were two handwritten numbers, both long, and involving both letters and numbers. I think they each began with an A and a dash. I hoped there was some way I could avoid being drafted. I thought, Well, I have a job already. Then I thought, No, I don't have a job. Well, I better get one quick.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in a small, tight bedroom with three old, white men and one young, black man. I was sitting in a metal-framed dining chair. One old man sat to my right. Another old man sat to my left. The third old man and the young man stood off to my left, near the foot of the bed. My vision was largerly focused inward and downward, really close to my body. The three old men were very rich. The young man and I were talking about working on a number of different projects for a company. There were at least three projects. The young man said that we should focus on the project that was something like an award ceremony, possibly for one key performer. I kind of felt like this wasn't the right thing for us to be focusing on. The other two projects were more administrative. They actually dealt with problems, and they actually needed work. My vision kind of drifted off, down really close to the floor and then toward an empty closet with open doors. I also had visions of photographs, like snapshots being laid one on top of the other, like in some TV show or commercial about traveling. Most of the snapshots had white borders, but some had pink borders. The photos may have been related to the projects the young man and I were discussing. My vision came back to my body. I dropped photos on the floor. I stood up and then bent over at the waist, with straight legs, to grab the photos. I basically shoved my rear end in the face of the old man to my right. I could see my back side. I was kind of old and flabby somehow, and I was wearing slacks that were really nice but kind of baggy. Somehow I could also see my butt through the pants. I sat down. The guy to my right was now acting really excited and nervous. We were all trying to talk about something, but the old man to my right was really too distracted to do so. The young man somehow let me know that when I had shoved my rear end in the old man's face, I'd really turned him on. Now the old man couldn't think about anything other than having sex with me. The young man let me know that I'd probably end up having to have sex with the old man now, if we wanted to get anything done with our business. The young man said, "Don't worry. I've had to do it before, too."
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 A young version of Ozzy Osbourne reclined in a longish chair. The young Ozzy had long hair and a kind of big pot belly. Ozzy wore a long, white cotton dress that may have had a patch of black on it. Ozzy either said or thought, "The greatest shall be least, and the least shall be greatest." He might have said this with my voice or thought it as if he were thinking it through my thoughts. Dream #2 I was looking down to a baby that sat on the floor. The baby wore nothing but a diaper and may have been playing with some toys. I looked up and saw that I was in a video store. The store kind of reminded me of a Hollywood Video in my hometown. There were rows and rows of shelves of videotapes. I was amazed at how huge the place was. Dream #3 No vision. I had the thought, "I might take a book with me." Dream #4 A black man stood before a reception desk in some kind of lobby. The desk and walls were designed to look like they were made of wood. But the color was so strange -- a kind of greyish, purplish brown that everything seemed to sink into. There may also have been a column of the same color near the desk. A black woman sat behind the desk. She asked the man if she could help him. The man replied in a gentle, slightly high-pitched voice, "Service desk?" Dream #5 I was in a room with a woman and a man. The room felt like a hotel room or meeting room. It was bright with natural light, which was probably yellowed by the room's fluorescent light. I sat in a wooden chair, like for a dining table. The woman sat off to my left, possibly sitting in a bigger chair or possibly even sitting on a small coffee table. The man sat on a couch that seemed to be made out of white leather. I couldn't see the woman, although I think she was young, maybe in her 20s. The man was older, maybe in his late 50s. He was kind of short, but strong-looking. He had tough, tan, slightly wrinkled skin. He had white hair that was a little wiry, though it was arranged well. He wore khaki slacks, a navy blue blazer, and a pale blue dress shirt. I had apparently been complaining to the man about something. He asked me if I wanted him to talk to ----- about it. I said no, that that didn't seem like the right person to talk to. It may have seemed like talking to that person may have struck me as making too big a deal out of the situation. But there was a different person I thought we could talk to. The man was disappointed in me for not wanting to take his suggestion. Before I could even tell him about the other person, the man stood up out of the couch. I was standing as well. The man said, "Bah!" And shoved past me, heading out the door.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was on a subway with my friend H. We were riding above ground. It was night. At some point we had had to switch trains. I missed the train, while H got on. I had to wait for a while to get another train. I was then on the second train. We were high up above the ground, on some elevated platform that seemed to be a conjunction of a few different tracks, somewhere between stations. The tracks seemed to be on a floor of light beige or white plastic slats. I got a call from H. She was at some cafe or restaurant. It may have been our original intention to eat there. But I might now have been much too delayed to meet her there. So she might have decided to eat there herself. Dream #2 It was daytime. I had just come into a house. Outside, snow may have been covering the groud, although it was a sunny day. I was in a huge room, which was like a mix between a living room and a study. There was a huge, wall-sized bookshelf along the left wall. There were nice chairs and couches everywhere. I may have put something like a jacket down on the back of one of the chairs. I walked toward the back of the room, to a doorway on the left wall. I apparently had to get to school. I had arrived home after doing something. Now I barely had time to take a shower and get dressed. Apparently the door I was walking toward was the door to a bedroom and bathroom. But I stopped and stood right at the threshold of the door. I looked down, possibly to some book or piece of paper I was holding. I think it was a white piece of paper with sharp, scrawled writing on it in heavy, black lettering. I felt like I didn't really need to go to school after all. I thought I would just take it easy at home. After I thought this I felt kind of guilty. Not long after this another person may have come into the house. The person may have asked me when I was going to school. I was probably thinking of some way to skirt the question, not have to explicitly say I wasn't going to school. Dream #3 I was in some dark room. I may have seen an old man or old woman walk past me. I follwed the person and found myself in a small theatre. The theatre was all black. The seating area was three or four rows of moveable chairs set up on some tiered, wooden structure that had been painted black. There were two long aisles of chairs. I sat down in the front row, in the very far right. The play was already running. The stage was just the floor, which was black, and black walls, with perhaps a black velvet curtain against the back wall. The only set piece was some kind of long sign, like a display of text for a museum, set up to run from about waist to head level on square, thin, black metal poles. Everything was lit with gentle incandescent lights. An older woman stood in front of the sign. She had red hair and wore a long, slim, but flowing dress made out of some kind of crepe fabric. She looked a little like an older version of the mom in the 1970s version of Freaky Friday. The woman may have given a speech and then left. Then the old man came in. He was healthy-looking, but very fat, with tough, tan skin, a bald head with grey-white hair on the sides and some rough, long sideburns. He wore a white toga that left his left shoulder bare. Somehow I had gotten the idea that the man had killed the woman, possibly by stabbing her, but also by using some weird kind of remote technological device. After the revelation that the man had killed the woman, there was an intermission. During the intermission I walked up to the sign-like set piece on the stage. I watched it really closely. It was like the sign was a video display playing a commercial. One image on the commercial was a red, eye-like object with grey wings, surrounded by darkness. Apparently the second part of the play had begun. But it was now like a movie. The view was of a bedroom window, from the outside. The whole scene was lit in a deep blue light. The old man climbed into the bedroom through the window. He was holding a knife with a 25cm, wavy blade. He crawled into bed with the woman. Apparently this was when he had stabbed her.
I'm in a used bookstore, and as I'm browsing the titles I come across a book that my dear friend and I bought together in waking reality. I am disturbed to realize that this is the self same book, still inscribed with our names inside the front cover. Upset, I continue looking around, getting more distraught to see that two or more of our old treasures are also here, things we bought together, like the Spirit Cards. It breaks my heart that she would give these things up, and my mind races, thinking maybe she doesn't want any reminds of me now that I am living so far away. I resolve to call her. I am back at my Grandparent's old house in North Vancouver, that my dear friend and I nicknamed "Spider Palace". I look out the front door to see a very very large post sorting facility kind of wall thing. Kind of like over sized post boxes. I see an old man who looks like he's had a rough life and realize that I don't live in this house anymore, he's the tenant now. He checks his post at the strange post wall. I notice now that in the drive way that he is walking up, I've placed some signs, one of which says "Open for Business". I go to get them wondering how I can change them to read "Closed for X-Mas holidays". The postman arrives and he's sorting the post. The over sized post boxes have huge pictures of cartoon characters on them, like Tweety Bird and Sylvester the Cat. I open one and put something specific into it for... my son? Dream skip and I am talking to my man. I plan to ride a horse north for some reason, and I am asking him if he thinks the horse will run too fast.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in a bedroom. The bedroom was really messy, and it had two beds, both of which were strewn over with tons of blankets. I was looking at a pad of paper which hinged at the top, like a gum-bound sketch pad. All the pages were filled in, but mostly with words and images like photographs, as if this were some kind of newspaper or underground magazine. The images were in black and white. A lot of the images were supposed to be pronographic, and I think they were meant to turn me on personally, as if to prove I was perverted. One kind of badly printed, overexposed photo showed a girl lying stomach down on her bed. Her head was buried under blankets, but the rest of her body was visible. She wore a dark tank top, a mini-skirt, and a diaper. I thought the girl was an adult at first. But then I came to think she might be a little girl. I tried to look closer to see the photo. To my right, on the other bed, a little girl lay stomach down, wearing a diaper, like in the photo. An old man either knelt by or sat on the bed. He was well dressed and had somewhat nicely arranged, grey hair. But he looked really scary, and his plae blue eyes seemed to be bugging out of his head. He kept poking the girl's bottom with his index finger. My mother, or a woman my mother's age, may also have been in the room. I looked back to the sketch pad, to try and find the photo. But I couldn't find it. I kept flipping through the pages. But I might only have seen a bunch of words. I heard some voice talking about the passage of time and how sad it is that we can't go back to what we used to be. Dream #2 I was in a movie theatre, sitting on the left end of a right aisle, a few rows back from the front. I was all alone in the row. My brother and a couple other people his age sat in the row in front of me. The lights were on in the theatre. It was like one movie had just finished and we were now waiting for another to start. A tiny, little girl with kind of long, messy-curly, blonde hair and wearing a long-sleeved, red shirt and a diaper asked if the seats to my right were free. I said yes. She may have asked something else, because my brother was standing up and giving all kinds of advice to the little girl. The little girl sat in the seat right next to me. She grabbed my arm and cuddled against it. She said, "I'm so happy we get to sit with you. My mommy will be here in a second." I felt like my brother was jealous that the little girl had completely ignored him while he was giving his advice, and that the girl was so excited to sit by me. I hoped it wouldn't cause him to have any emotional difficulties or outbursts. But my brother must have sat down with his friends. Eventually the girl got kind of bored sitting by me. She hopped off the seat and tapped on the back of my brother's seat, as if she wanted to talk to him. Now I felt a little jealous.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was leaving "my mother's house." It may have been a grey day, and there may have been snow on the ground. I stood right outside the front door. My mom stood just inside. I told my mom I loved her. I gave her a hug. My mom seemed really short. When I hugged her, it felt like I was breaking her spine, or like I had hugged her in such a way as to feel a part of her spine that had already been broken. I walked to the car. As I did, I thought about a small cup of ice cream I had in the back seat of the car. It was like I still had the taste of the ice cream, or even some actual ice cream, in my mouth. In my mind's eye, I saw the ice cream sitting in the back seat. The ice cream was kind of melted and creamy, and it had some kind of big, marshmallow-shaped, but colorful and jelly-like, things in it. The spoon in the cup seemed to be coated with the melted ice cream. Apparently my grandmother was driving me to the airport. But the car we were taking was more like one my mom would drive. It was a small hatchback, kind of old looking. It was messy on the inside and the outside. The outside was kind of grimy and greasy. The inside was full of old garbage and fast food containers and stuff. I was kind of disgusted that I'd kept my ice cream in the messy back seat. I thought it might not be a good idea for me to eat the ice cream. I walked up to the driver's side of the car. My grandma was still standing outside the car, with the door wide open. As I walked up to my grandma I either thought to myself or asked out loud if I'd showed my mom well enough that I cared about her. I was in the car, on the passenger side, riding through a kind of busy part of a suburban town, with either my grandma or some man driving the car. It was now black night. The driver told me, "You showed your mom you cared about her. And the fact that you're worried about it shows that you care a lot more than a lot of people do nowadays." We got stuck in traffic on some kind of quaint-looking, Main Street type area that was all decked out in lights, as if for Christmas. We kind of inched through the traffic and then ended up turning right on a side street and up a hill into something like a residential area. As we were doing this, the driver, now most likely a man, continued, "That reminds me of a project I was reading about. People were making Christmas cards to send to the soldiers. But a lot of the people making the cards thought it would be good to send cards with anti-war messages on them. "And that's what I mean about care. The people over there don't need to hear somebody telling them 'NO WAR.' They need us to tell them, 'We're thinking about you, and we hope you're doing well.'" We had gotten up to the top of the hill and were now sitting on the right end of a long conference table. We were apparently inside a room. The room had fluorescent lighting. There was also a wall-sized bookshelf that I was looking straight at. But it was also somehow like we were in a cafe with a big window, or as if we were actually floating out over the top of the hill, looking down to the Main Street area. It was like, even as I was looking straight at the bookshelf, I also saw the town below. The man had gotten onto the topic of two books. Both books were about economics. One book was written by someone I didn't know. The other was written by Warren Buffett. The man seemed to be talking more about the book by the other guy. He then ended up talking about something extremely interesting and insightful (which, of course, I forgot). As the man spoke about the really interesting stuff, I realized how nice he looked. He was white, with well-groomed, white hair. He wore a nice suit with a tan jacket, a subdued blue shirt, and a somewhat colorful (peach? pink?) tie. His skin was deeply tanned. His face was kind of thin and angular. But his complexion mesmerized me. It was perfect! I then asked the man, "Who did you say made that comment? Did you say it was Warren Buffett or the other guy?" The man said, "No. That was from Warren Buffett's new book." I thought to myself that I needed to get Buffett's new book. I seemed to keep getting Buffett somehow confused with Alan Greenspan. But I could see the cover of Buffett's new book. It kind of looked like a modern cover of Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man. The book wasn't an autobiography. It was actually a book on economic theory. I thought, "This is exactly what I've been looking for!" The man and I spoke back and forth for a bit on how odd it was that everybody didn't know about this book. It apparently wasn't selling much at all. I looked down and to my left. I could see the conference table. But, again, I could "see through" the table and the room, outside and down the hill, to the lit-up Main Street area. As I looked at the table, I was kind of hunched down and over some sheet (or pad?) of notebook paper. I scrawled on the piece of paper, in a very sloppy version of cursive, either the word "Feed" or the word "Feel."
Non-Lucid I had this really weird and disturbing dream after watching an episode of Scrubs. I’m going to watch Scrubs more often from now on. When the dream started I was working in the hospital from Scrubs. A lot of weird stuff I can’t clearly recall was going on for quite some time but then an elderly man came in. He asked some questions to the lady behind the counter and left again. I and a marine (I have no idea where he came from) went outside. We saw him go into the house next to the hospital holding two girls by the hand. I and the marine thought he was up to something and that we should be keeping an eye on him but our boss told us to get back to work. Then, suddenly there was an explosion. I and the marine ran outside and saw there was a huge crater where the old man’s house was standing before. Out of the crater there climbed some kind of zombie. It slashed himself through some bystanders and ran into the large open area behind the hospital. The marine started pursuing him and I climbed onto the roof because I felt that’d be safer. At some distance from the hospital the zombie found its path obstructed by some bushes. The marine closed in on it but the zombie turned around and lunged at him. The marine was able to roll to the left just in time but the zombie did wound his leg. I started backing up a little since I worried the zombie would come for me but it turned around and went for the marine again. The marine then grabbed a grenade from his belt and hurled it at the zombie. The zombie exploded and I was flung backwards by the force of the explosion. When I got down from the roof I found the marine at the edge of the crater caused by the grenade, both of his legs severely injured. Some medics came to help him and our boss told him that though he would never walk again he had been of great service to everybody by killing the zombie.
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Lucidity: 8/10 Vividness: 7/10 Length: ~7 Min. Me and some old man were on a boat. I don't know what we were doing but the old man was very creepy and his boat seemed like it was about to sink.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 A group of young men sat in a basement room like in some kind of church or school. The walls may have been red bricks. There were windows high up on the walls, letting in plenty of natural light. The young men sat in a group of folding chairs arranged in a triangle near the left wall of the room. A group of older men entered the room. They sat inn a triangle of folding chairs opposite the men. I saw all this as if my eye level were at about seat-level with the chairs and as if I were between the two triangles of chairs. The young men had apparently served during some war in the role of torturers. These young men had actually tortured the old men. But now the two groups were supposed to make peace and be friends. One of the young men asked the old men a kind of silly question about art or movies. One old man didn't want to hear it. The old man was kind of short, with tough, tan skin, and thinning, grey-white hair. He wore a grey blazer and slacks and a maroon sweater. He began shouting at the young man, didn't he think anything he'd done was wrong? I now got a good view of the young men for the first time. They all projected a feeling of being very beautiful, though they were all actually kind of plain looking. Yet this feeling of beauty also created a scary feeling of calm, methodical cruelty. The men all had books in their laps, different books, as if they had each been independently reading before the old men came in. One of the young men, a tall, pale man with thick-rimmed glasses, frizzy, black hair, and stubble, and wearing a kind of loose, pudding-yellow sweater, asked the old man a question. The young man had a pencil, as if her were going to write notes in his book. Somehow the old man and young man got into an argument that implied that now the old men had been the torturers while the young men had been tortured. The young man asked, "Why did you gather all of us up? Why did you carry us away?" The old man said, "Because you looked guilty." The young man asked, "How could we look guilty?" The old man said, "You know, your looks. You look like a certain type." I may have figured in my dream or just waking up from my dream that the old man meant "the Jewish type."
Original Date: 2/27/2011 Type: Ordinary - Non Lucid Dream: This started with me sitting in bed at my laptop talking to a man on the phone about billing for an old phone contract. He told me that the phone number they had on file for me started out with 627 and some other numbers, but I knew this was not correct. I was somewhat irritated and said "I don't know where you got that number from, but it is not correct, my phone number is..." (and I proceeded to give him my real phone number in the dream). Next I appeared in a store (sort of like an office store) and I guess the guy I had been talking to was standing to the left of me. To my right a woman was trying to set up a shelf display and was having trouble, so I tried to help her put these little plastic things on the shelf. Then the whole environment changed and half of the store turned into and outdoor vertical racetrack with a small bleacher area with a small crowd and part of the track went under the bleachers below the crowd. The other half of the store turned into like a gift store for the racetrack and the office shelf display turned into a huge wall display of little matchbox cars, like everyone you could imagine all on wooden shelves. I was helping a woman and a man set them up, row by row, all facing the same direction (away from the front door, even though I suggested the effect would look much more interesting if we had them all facing the door, the man agreed, but we kept it the way it was). Then I stopped and walked to the door in the back of the store, it was a full glass pane door and I stood there and looked out. The color or the sky looked like cotton candy, it was pinkish and blue and maybe purple slightly, and the overall color outside darkened because it had begun to rain and I took notice to that, I liked it. Then I turned back around and went over to the bleachers, the final lap for the race was coming and I stood next to the bleachers where my step mom, step brother and dad were. I remember saying to my step brother "it's the final lap, stand up so you can see" and I stood on an open spot on the bleachers and watched as the first car came down the track behind the bleachers, and a little bit of fire was on the track (the crowd was like "ohhhh") and then the car disappeared under the bleachers and the crowd. The next car was coming down, about to make the turn to go under the crowd and once it went through the fire on the track, it lit the whole car on fire and spread into the bleachers, but then disappeared and no one was hurt, except a an old man who was sitting with his back to the bleachers facing the gift store. His entire head caught on fire, I had seen him earlier in the dream, just sitting there, and I feel like i knew something was going to happen to him. I immediately ran to him, pulled off my thin little jacket I was wearing and started patting it aggressively against his head until the fire disappeared. And it was gone, his head was fine. I touched his cheek (his skin was thing and he had little age spots/dots all over) with my right hand and thumb sort of squeezing and looking him in the eye and I asked him "are you okay?"... I was starting to get teary eyed, but he never replied. Then my family and I were leaving, walking in the parking lot. My step brother said, "there's nothing to eat at the house", and I replied, "what about a tuna wrap salad, and I could make hard boiled eggs to put into it", and he just said no. Next we were in a grocery store, kind of like a Target, with my step mom because she said she needed to find a 2 cup blender or some sort of small kitchen appliance like that. I remember we were in that section, looking at mixers, and then the last place I was suddenly in the nut isle looking at canned macadamia nuts and peanuts. Then woke up. Objective Context: On call today, was thinking of making tuna wrap salad yesterday, was playing a game with a woman whos screen name was nascar something, boyfriend and I are talking of plans to have a baby. Feelings: Content, worried, helping, observing
1. I'm in a room filled with cheap vinyl furniture. The room is full of people, and it's hard for me to find a seat. Once I do, an old man comes up to me and tells me that I have taken his seat. I find a new place to sit, in a big armchair, and look around. All the people are sitting silently and just staring off into space. 2. I'm in a car that is absolutely stuffed with people and luggage. There are cats somewhere in the car. I can hear them meowing. 3. I am in a huge penthouse suite, overlooking the city from one window, and the harbor from the other side. The apartment is circular shaped and has a big domed skylight in the middle. This is my apartment, but I'm having to move out in a hurry. I'm frantically throwing things into boxes. There are cats in every room. 4. I'm walking down town with a friend. We look up at the tall buildings, and she tells me about how she likes to stand on the tops of them. and hit golf balls out into the city. I tell her that it probably causes a lot of damage. "Someone has to," she replies.
Updated 02-19-2011 at 09:06 PM by 41911
A boring non-lucid fragment. :c (Sorry, had to delete the original because I forgot tags!) I was outside in a field on top of a hill with my sister and a random old man. The old guy had us pull up a cart and ride it down the hill until the car exploded. He then came over and congratulated us for our hard work. I don't remember what happened next, but then I woke up.
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