Sunday night dream: It was Christmas time. I'm working an emergency party line. I'm familiar w/ this reoccurring dream. I become lucid. I can teleport easily in this dream when I get a msg on my board. It looks like a map with schematics of sorts. There is an old yellow phone on the wall of a hallway. I jump in & out of Christmas parties letting them know there is an upcoming catastrophic event about to happen. Tornado's is the event all night. Mike appears by a phone in one of the parties & I tell him about how I do this in my dream. I explain that this is a reoccurring dream & he thinks this whole thing is really cool of course, lol. I am calm & take him w/ me on a call. Each place I go to also has a phone there to relay my msg there & recieve msgs. His second ex-wife is there. She's still batshit crazy as in real life. I tell her what I'm doing & then realize, wtf am I doing & I make her not crazy & then just make her disappear to not deal w/ her in my dream. Meesha Cat wakes me up. D2: Chained. Back into the dream again. I see a tornado this time & go through protocol again. This time I remember that last time it was Halloween the last time & it's Christmas in these last 2 dreams which is different. I then wake up & need to go feed Meesha who is staring at me IRL of course, lol.
I’m down an isle at Walmart looking at these colored square boxes with cloth covering (x) on a shelf. Before I saw them, I’d been looking at some other shape. The boxes have voices coming out of them, spewing phrases. The label on the blue one (that seemed a more purple color before) has a paper for it that says the voice is Uchiha Sasuke in bold. My sister, Rane, was talking to a person at a nearby checkout desk about a faulty fancy lamp with several small lighbulbs (at least six). I was tweaking them, trying to get them to work, and the lights kept flickering at different levels, but none of them very brightly. There was another smaller lamp nearby that she could alternatively get, but she wanted the bigger one. Two girls down the box isle ask me to call their mom to come there because they want to buy two necklaces. I gather the pieces on them in my hand - they’re flat, colorful gems with metal working around the edge. One is bigger than the other and I wonder if the other girl won’t be jealous, but neither one seems dissatisfied. I call the number the girls give me (had a 7 in it). A woman answers but doesn’t seem to be their mom. “Does a woman and two kids live there? I’m looking for a…” I look to the girls while covering the speaker. “What’s your mom’s last name?” They tell me - it has some l’s (like four) in it at the beginning and end. “Okay, I can’t pronounce that.” I try anyway over the phone. The woman says, “You mean Becky L____? She’s next door helping out.” Apparently with a rummage sale? I tell her the situation and she goes to get her. I hear her tell someone in the background, “I gotta go get my roomie.” Inspiration: Was feeling nostalgic for Naruto yesterday and had read some comments about Sasuke’s attitude after the latest chapter. Phone call probably comes from a previous dream. So many store dreams… Come to think of it, I get food money in a few days and have been desperate for it for a while. Foooood, need it. Notes: I woke up once before with some recall, but shirked it in favor of sleep.
-Something about dad putting a bunch of kittens in a car, but pausing to ask if that’s where they needed to go? -Something about mom and a pile of clothes… -In class, an old elementary school teacher, Ms. Owin, is standing up front teaching us something about these cards. ~A student is drawing lines on a business card sized paper. Apparently only slow classmates would be doing that. ~Something about calling people to test a theory? ‘I’ am talking on the phone. Ms. Owin says something about an ‘Ayeesha’ and a ‘John’. -Woke up once with something about a boy, but Spice was puking all over my floor so I couldn’t focus on recall… Notes: Used too much keywords again, but I am working on getting better sleep so I’ll be up to waking up enough during the night to type up more. How do you even spell ‘Ayeesha’?
So hi, this is my first Dream Journal entry. I have a few friends on here who got me into this whole dream journal thing, so I've been writing a few details I can remember of my dreams in a notebook next to my bed. And what a better way to start out the first DJ with a nightmare? I literally don't have nightmares, I can only remember one nightmare and it's a repetitive one I've had a few times between the ages of 8 and 16 (I shall DJ that one later). I get more "anxiety" dreams than nightmares where I'm just unsettled and panicked but not literally frightened BUT this one's really intense. Let it be known that it took place in my old room back at my parents house who I only visit a few times a year. (Disclaimer: I've told this to a friend, and she suggests it's deep enough that it could be a story or a book or something, so if I end up doing that, TOO BAD it is my story and if you claim it as yours I will be really... sad. I won't be 100% specific for this reason. That is all.) OK the nightmare. Sorry. I had this dream the night of March 28th, 2011. Basically, I'm viewing myself in a third-person kid of way where I'm birds-eye-viewing the whole nightmare so I can't do anything about what's going on, but I am able to see my character (I'll explain later). There's a "devil" - more like a white guy w/ black hair and a red suit and black collar - who is a completely real person with evil intentions. He sends out a massive call to the world that he's got a bounty list of people who are doing good things against the devil in some way. The public's reaction is "well this is scary but we can't do anything about it so just go with it I'm sorry." The list is sent out through the media but me as the dream-viewer can only make out a few names that I can't read. But then the last two people on the list are both my character and my partner's names. Then in comes my cheesy dramatic transitions I get in my dreams, where its like my birds-eye-viewed self is filming it, so my birds-eye camera zooms in to the character's dramatic facial expression, there's dramatic music, all that. Then I - and my character - has a vision of sorts, seeing what the devil does to the "devil offenders." They're in a blood-red room that has no walls or ceiling (so big it's endless), and there's several people sitting in the center of the room in those old-school hair dryers that go over your head like a space man helmet. But instead of a space man helmet it's a stove bruner, the coils hovering over the person's head like an angel's halo. The devil says the word and the unforeseen henchmen pulls some level somewhere that lowers the burners down against the people's heads that burns their head and brains and BLEH, along w/ some electricity that eletricutes them dead. I see my partner in the corner handcuffed to a metal bar on the side, looking distressed. Insert dramatic music transition here. From here on assume when I mean "I", I mean my character of myself I'm seeing. I am kind of like Temperance from the "Bones" TV show, where I'm an investigator of some sort with a slightly goofy/gorgeous partner and we bring justice to bad people. I'm in the same haircut as her, the same kind of outfits and all that but I can't recall if I'm actually HER or not. My partner - whose name is unrecognizable to me, I literally hear gibberish when I'm saying/hearing/reading his name - is a more tan-colored-trench-coated-blond version of Booth from Bones, but he's definitely not supposed to be him. ANYWHO, I've seen the coverage on the news on a TV, then had my vision and realized I'm on the list. Here's where I'm all omgomgomgomg in my head. What the media also says is that there's a helpline for the people who are on the devil's list. There's some announcer going "Are you on the list? Call ###-####" or whatever in a cheery "nothing's wrong everything's ok" kind of voice. I reach for a phone and dial anxiously. I get the same girl's voice as the operator. I then tell her I'm on the list and I'm trying to explain to her that I'm an investigator and that's probably why I'm on the list but I don't know what to do I don't want to die. As I'm explaining, I see on the TV set in front of me that there's one person who survived the list - an actress who played a private investigator role on a TV show - and her interview was coming up next. I focus back on the call, and the girl operator takes everything I say into consideration and says she can help me. In mid sentence of her transferring to somebody who can help, the line goes dead. again. I instantly think I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die. Dramatic music like it's gonna go to another transition, and I FREAKIN' WAKE UP. It's about 6am. I feel suddenly anxious, lots of adrenaline, and then I see the shadow on the ceiling. Part of it looks like a horn and a shoulder. I'm all and move the items on my desk haphazardly so the shadow goes away. Then I feel like and can't believe I just had a nightmare. I'm unable, thank goodness, to get back into the nightmare. TA DA
I am in some dark room with my best friend and I am playing a piano. He is giving me different keys and I am improvising in each. Later, I am sitting in a chair and he is also in the room, but it is not him. He looks more like a friend from college. He talks about how he is sad that he never gets any phone calls and the dream ends.
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