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In this dream I wanted to study at Oxford University in England. I was told that I could rent an apartment, but to do that I would need to do all the cooking around 1am. At first I thought this was due to my academic schedule, but no, then I discovered I had misunderstood, and I always could cook, but it was recommended that I do it within 25 hours.

I was shocked by how small a village Oxford was. (Now in waking life I have been to Oxford as a tourist, and it most definitely is not a small village.) In my dream, I could walk from one end of the village to the other easily, and that was good because I was supposed to be a priest at St. John's church which was at the opposite end of the village, and I could walk there. I found out that an important member of the congregation had died, and I wrote to the bishop to enquire whether I could hold a simple funeral service, and was reprimanded in the letter back that for such important people the funeral had to be lavish.

Meanwhile returning to food and cooking, I discovered that there was not a grocery store in Oxford, too small a village for that. So one had to go to the next town over to the store.

In other news, I now was not going to be a priest after all! I was applying for a job as a research assistant. Now luckily this was just a non-lucid dream because few people in waking life ever get a job by explaining that the research of the professor in question does not really interest me, but I can do the job.

Ultimately though I decided that it may be too dangerous to go to Oxford after all, because war was coming. I knew that war was coming because people were arguing more than usual. I thought that maybe I could prevent war from starting in Oxford (how???) but that I was not going to be able to do it nationwide, and thus it might be too dangerous to be there after all. I should go back to the US instead.

Incidentally, this was not my first dream in which I thought war was coming and that thus it would be safer to stay in the US. I appear not to have noticed that I was single without kids and probably significantly younger than in waking life.

In the dream I was recounting a dream I had to some other people, but it wasn't a dream I've actually had. In the dream I'm describing, moon priests dressed all in white sit me down at a table. When they think I'm not looking they shoot each other looks, like everything is going exactly as planned. They know (I don't) that I've been infected with a deadly virus, but I'm just a carrier. A woman comes into the room to talk to me, she sits down at the table and I take her hand and read her future. She gets up and leaves, around the corner and out of my sight she collapses in fits. In less than a minute she is covered in thick green foul-smelling lesions. She screams and tries to claw at the priests but they have her by the upper arms and wrists, then drag her away.
"It was like they wanted me to infect people, but I can't say why they'd want that. They're priests, shouldn't they want to contain the virus? Had I know, I never would have stayed."

Dream
Real-life influence
WTF

At first I am just an observer. I walk up a flight of yellow carpeted stairs, a young woman's father is saying that due to the policy of the company, for her boyfriend to travel overseas with them, he must first take her as his wife. It's impromptu, and at first the boyfriend is worried that she won't want to, so he keeps coming up with reasons why it won't be terrible.
"Or, you know, it can only be on paper. We don't have to act married at all."
She doesn't say anything, though she seems pleased by the prospect of marrying. (I picked celebrities to be my dream characters. Katharine McPhee was the bride to be, and Jensen Ackles was the husband. I'm assuming I only picked them because I just finished watching Smash and Supernatural.)
I wake up and roll over.
In the next part I'm with some other women about to get my hair dyed. There are two women in front of me who have red hair and orange highlights. I think that there is no shame in copying them, then I just decide to dye my hair black. I tell one of them about the time where the black 28-wash out dye wouldn't wash out. They criticize my box dye. I try to defend myself, but then just accept their judgement. I don't actually end up getting my hair dyed. From there I start trying to find something to wear to my wedding. I'm myself as far as I can tell. I have to pick from what's in this room, because time is short. I choose a black skirt I own in real life, and cast about for a suitable shirt to go with it. I ignore a pile of black shirts, pick up a weird shirt on a hanger, it's a dusty dark pink and looks kind of like a coat cut in half. I wonder why anyone would wear it. I find the one I'm looking for, a cream shirt with small green flowers on it. I put it on, but don't know where the skirt is.

Besides, I have to shave my legs. I walk into the next room. There's a shower in there, but it's also the kitchen. I notice a room separator that I can pull across and latch to the other side of the room to give me privacy. I pull it across but a woman unhitches it and tells me she has to examine my razors. I hand them to her. They are pink.
"What do you intend to do with these?" she asks, like I could kill someone with them.
"I'm going to shave my legs? Before the wedding?"
"Okay. Fine. But stay where I can see you."
I walk over to the shower. The water is already on. I really wish I could close the divider, now there are more people in the kitchen. I don't want to get naked with them watching me, so I get into the shower clothed. I take my shoes off and drop them outside the tub. My shirt gets soaked, I pull it off. I wonder what I'll wear now. I start to shave my legs and realize I don't have any shaving cream, I keep going anyway thinking I'll just have to be careful.
The woman interrupts me, but I don't remember why.

I get out of the shower. My mother- and sister-in-law (DCs, not people I know) run up to me with fabric swatches. At the time I knew what they were for, but now I have no idea. She has 4, I only really see the white one with small blue flowers on it. I choose that one. They seem ecstatic about my choice, saying they knew I'd pick the blue. They rush off.
I realize that the wedding is going to be in a few hours, and that none of my family is there. I really want to call my dad, to see if he can make it. My friend Cel, and also L. I wonder what L will think. Will she be happy for me? Or will she just remind me of my doubts?
...do I have doubts? I then ask myself who I'm marrying. Since I can't remember, but can recall in the dream having the other dream, I assume I'm marrying my boyfriend and not a DC. Once inside the sanctuary where I know my boyfriend will be, I walk to the length of pews where he's sitting. I start to ask him if he knows when the wedding will start, but he shushes me. A priest (in full papal regalia...oh my god I just realized he was dressed like the guy from Princess Bride XD haha...except with lines of red down the front of his robe.) makes his way to me. He says he's there to bless me before the union. He doesn't seem concerned with blessing my boyfriend. He holds out his hand to me and at first I'm confused. I don't know what he wants me to do. Awkwardly I lean down and kiss his ring. He looks down his arm at me and smiles with yellowed teeth. He says something that I miss entirely, but I know there's another part of it. I'm supposed to kiss him. A little disgusted, I press my lips to his for a good 10 seconds. I really don't like the look on his face when I pull away.
The priest pronounces me blessed and then leaves.
My boyfriend seems amused. I wonder if it was some sort of prank...
"Anyway. Do you know when it'll start?"
"A few hours I guess...why?"
"I want to call my dad."
"Why?"
"Don't you think he'd want to be here?"
"Yeah, I guess."

I decide to call my dad anyway, the drive will take a couple hours. Maybe I can hold the ceremony until he arrives. It doesn't feel like I have that much time.
My mind wanders, and I start to wonder what it will be like for us once we're married. I wonder if we will echo Liam and Saja or if I'll create the echo myself just so I can live it again.

I wake up and roll over.

When I fall asleep I dream about zombies. I am one and I'm traveling on a boat with some other zombies. The boat is sinking and one of my zombie friends is stuck. I use a giant scythe to slice through the thing holding him. We start walking together. A weird dog/bird creature is following us. It looks a little like a furry emu with a terrier's head.
"That was cool." It says. That seems so absurd that I burst out laughing. The creature shoots me an accusing look. "What are you laughing at."
"I'm sorry." I giggle. "That wasn't funny." Then I laugh more because I realize I'm a zombie giggling at a talking bird creature.

This was last night aug 31 2012.

I was at my school stage with a girl(someone familiar, lets call her STAR since she's the star of the stage), it looked like we're practicing theater.. STAR was at the middle of the stage and Im at the side with another girl(left side of the stage if you're the audience, I'll call this girl Ogirl [Other Girl]). There was a teacher as well, teaching us what to do.

There is a stairway beside the stage at the right side. Me and Ogirl went there to watch STAR. Then another girl came with us wearing a razorback and a shoulder bag(imma call her jaja, because I think she looks like my cousin jaja). I kind of started feeling weird and creepy like something's gonna happen.

We were laughing at that time, then Jaja needs to go somewhere, so she left. Me and Ogirl came along thinking that STAR is too busy at the stage. Before we left, I saw an old guy, like a priest? With one of our male teachers. He was like there to baptize "us"?? something like that. I dont know at first, I kind of felt scared seeing him around. The priest dress was something brown and hooded with a cincture, that's why I kind of figured out he was a priest.

Sudden change of scenery, Ogirl, Jaja and I went to different directions, I dont know where they went, I know the scene was at a condominium, I walked straight to a room like its my house, Passing by a teen-aged boy with blonde hair(I know his name but I forgot so Imma call him BOY), BOY said Hi then we were talking like a usual stuff to talk about.

I went to a room and saw Jaja lying down the bed, it was a big room, like a master's bedroom, with plenty of teenager stuffs on it, gadgets, pillows on the floor, stuffed toys, a pink lampshade, she has her own bathroom, I remember how it looked like..

there. so when I saw her there was blood stain on her head.. Then I felt scared again, like the feeling of having a nightmare, then I went outside her room and saw BOY staring at something, I looked at where he was looking and I saw Ogirl with blood stains on her feet, she said she didnt feel anything hurt and continued walking.. Here comes the scary part for me.

I went outside the condominium and the scenery went back to my old school(the first scene in the dream) I saw the priest again, he was taking off STAR's teeth using a rench, it was scary, and STAR was crying hell. I wanted to run but I feel like I need to do something, then Ogirl bumped me, I asked her "Where is Jaja"?? (I dont really remember the name), She pointed somewhere and I saw Jaja was dead, she looks like dead with her wounded head. STAR's stomach was wounded as well, BOY came to me and Ogirl, asking if we have bloodstains in our body, Ogirl has blood in her feet, Jaja in her head, STAR in her stomach, then I looked at myself, I saw bloodstains on my hand. BOY doesnt have any stains and I wonder why. Until I found out that ONLY girls were said to be "baptized"..

Then it was our turn.. The priest called Ogirl, she was shaking.. The priest is really scary T.T and I was thinking DAMN IT I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING I DONT WANT TO BE BAPTIZED. (i dont know why my dream used the term baptized), we went to the priest.. There was a big tree at the corner of a street? and the priest was asking if there's someone who can block or cover the sides where we can escape.. Because he seems to know I was planning to escape from his baptism. When he touched Ogirl, I slapped him really hard, then I yelled "NO WAY!" and we escaped.. We didnt run though, we just walked saying "I DONT WANNA!" without looking back at the priest.

...

change of scenery after escaping, I was inside my grandma's room, there are big cabinets there, I was fixing clothes and hiding at the same time, because I heard that the priest is coming to my house, when I closed the cabinet door, the priest was already beside me, he explained to me what the baptismal is all about, STAR and jaja were still alive, but something;s changed to them, STAR lost her appetite, Jaja became Dumb, I remember where the bloodstains were, when STAR's stomach was full of blood and Jaja's head too. I answered the priest "I wont let you do that to me"..

then I woke up.

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When I woke up awhile ago I was thinking about the bloodstains, my dream didnt end up as a nightmare, maybe it was a warning or something, or maybe Im just too afraid of what's gonna happen to my life. You see, Im an artist and musician, I play the piano and draw traditionally and digitally, its like, my life. I write stories as well.. My hand is precious to me.. And the priest was trying to do something to it. T.T good thing I realized it before he did this baptismal thing. Because STAR lost her appetite and Jaja became stupid??? > I will never let anyone destroy my hands or works -_-

I dont really know what my dream means, but it scared me...

First

I'm at what is apparently a retreat center, it's clearly religious and in the middle of a forest. However there is a grocery store with food and candy. I think I returned to this dream a couple of times and start at the grocery store both times, looking for chocolate on the second time. I share a room with someone else.

There is a priest training going on at the same time and N is one of the trainees. There is a ceremony with a sermon and after that the trainees are officially priests. I go out of the ceremony early, trough a back door, and N follows me and says something. I say something about her new official powers.

Second

I'm reading an issue Donald Duck that I apparently borrowed from my dad when I was visiting. He's there and says something about it.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a huge building like a church. The building was actually made up of a few different kinds of buildings, all joined together. Some of the sections may actually have been more like a school building. But the part I was in was like a huge, dim sanctuary in a church.

There were other people in the sanctuary, but only a few. I was at a distance from most of them. A priest was also in the sanctuary.

I was concerned because a girl (possibly H, though at least at certain points in the dream she may have been a blonde woman) was really upset about something. The woman was at the very other end of the building. But I knew she was so upset that she was planning on leaving this building, and the neighborhood it was in, altogether.

I knew I needed to stop her. But I didn't know how I could. I knew I'd have a chance to stop her: she'd have to walk past this end of the building as she ran away. I imagined the woman in a gauzy dress, almost as fancy and long as a wedding dress, running away through a mostly barren ball field that was just outside the sanctuary. A door in the sanctuary was actually open to this ball field right now.

Everybody seemed to be concerned about the woman. The priest told me, "Well you just have her come outside to meet me. I'll play some sports with her, and that'll get her to stay."

I thought the priest was being kind of stupid. I thought to my experience with people professed to be "analysts" in the business world. I thought how they always thought they had such great solutions to problems. But, really, I reflected, they just messed things up even more than they had previously been messed up. The priest kind of reminded me of an analyst. So I didn't want to trust him.

Soon the woman (who may now definitely have been H) went running through the ball field. I ran out and stopped her. For some reason, H, the priest, and I all started playing something like hockey in the ball field.

The three of us at first just seemed to be knocking the puck back and forth to each other. Then it eventually seemed like we were playing against each other, as if each of us were a separate team.

We each had a hockey stick made out of some kind of metal, like the metal on doors or coverings for sidewalks, with criss-crossings of metal nubs all along the surface. The sticks were painted red and blue. At some point, the sticks may have been made out of something like very thin balsa wood.

The priest, H, and I were all in a kind of fun scuffle, trying to get at the puck. I didn't feel like I was being brave enough about getting into the middle of things. So I worked my way in even more. The priest said, "What are you doing in the middle of things like this? You aren't supposed to be out here like this. You're a goalie!"

I realized the priest was right. I was a little ashamed of myself. I walked over to some area that I now designated the goal. I figured when ----- (I don't know which of the two) shot, I'd stay brave and do my best to catch the puck, no matter how hard the puck was or how much it hurt my hands. I also figured I'd stick my hand in amongst the fighting sticks to grab the puck, even if the sticks hurt my hands.

I looked behind myself. I may have seen a beige curtain of heavy, velvety material. The curtain seemed to be as big as the curtain for a big theatre.

I was on a boat, with allies. We're going to battle. There are magic users. And cards. I also recall that we have captains, and that there's a fight in the boats. We landed on the beach and there was a fight.

We were in the Vatican. We're trying to secure a book/scroll. Then suddenly, there was an attack, and the automatic doors are sealing the scroll inside, together with a priest. I sensed that the priest wants to steal that scroll. We threw blocks at the reinforced glass. I made a spin with a block and threw it, and it went through, but the hole was still too small.

I recall saying that there wasn't even a fight "this time."

I was a priest in a medieval town. I explained a game the townspeople liked to play to Nicole. One person would hide behind a wall and chuck explosives into the crowd. Meanwhile, a turtle shell was thrown back and forth between the bomber and representatives of the populace. I went over to an area divided into cubes of space with open ceilings. There were supposed to be portals to other worlds here, but I disabled them. Once I was behind the wall, I made a screeching sound recognized as the start of the bomber game. I lobbed a bomb into an unsuspecting group of people on the other side. The turtle shell came flying over the wall, and I sent it back with a mighty punch. I’m glad my knuckles didn’t break. Every now and then as the shell bounced between both sides, one of us slipped – usually me. The score was 5-2 before long. I knew I had to catch up. I used bombs to propel the turtle shell further and further away from the wall, theoretically decreasing the likelihood that it would land near someone who was paying attention. It always managed to come back. Once, the explosion itself seemed to fling the shell at my face… I wasn’t sure how that made any physical sense. The score was 6-2… One more point to the enemy would mean their victory.

I hovered in the air, flinging the shell with ease back at the public representatives. I started floating higher and couldn’t get myself to go back down. Eventually, I couldn’t reach the shell to prevent it from dropping into my small room. As it fell behind the wall, an announcer said that the gateways to the other worlds had been reopened. Her voice was somewhat robotic, but very different from Symphony’s. Glowing, purple pits appeared on the floor of the cube rooms below me. I descended to the ground near an apple tree and started walking around. Someone thought I was really a priest and tried to give me their confession.

“I’m just roleplaying,” I explained. He left me alone. Steve (from my second semester of physics) showed me this disgusting candy that was apparently too dangerous to keep in your mouth for more than ten minutes. It came as half of a sucker with the inside hollowed out. A toxic, pink dye coated the inside. Within seconds, it turned your entire mouth pink with the toxin. I refused to try it.

Well before I went to sleep, I decided to try WILD. I try when my alarm wakes me at 6:00ish too, but that hasn't been working latley... Anyways, I almost made it, and I am sure I can do it. I was close 2 times, both times I gt weird sensations. First time, I drifted off (I think this always happens, but If I was aware before it happening, something will bring me back) What brought me back this time was my index and middle finger on my left hand (I was cross-armed) lifted up automatically, it felt like I was going to float away... and I would have I think, but I hesitated and stopped it.. boh. Second time what brought me back was falling. It just felt like my whole body was just falling, and I probably ould have ended up in a dream but alas, I accidentally stopped it again...

Anyways to the dreams now.

First was one where there was a a contest (seems everyone entered, everyone had to enter) and I won. I guess whoever won, would be a priest for a day. Now I had to get up at 2AM (to get ready to be a priest I guess) but I got up at 1AM to be early. There was a Giant clock in some town where I went. My brother was excited I was going to be a priest, he also had a hat (Which was apparently his regular hat) it was a white yamaka with a white cross sticking up on the top. He wanted me to wear the hat since I was going to be a priest. There was a parking lot at some point, but thats all I remember

Second dream. This I believe ad no visual, it was all audio. So it was the song California Dreamin' by the Mama's and Papa's. As far as I can tell, the song was exact to how it is in real life, and I was just thinking about it. So it was as if I turned the song on, and closed my eyes while I thought/listened. I also know that it was not being played in real life and affecting my dream, no alarms going off, and no music playing. So that was pretty cool.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have been having the possibility to sleep longer, which compensates the constant awakenings during the night to write down my dreams. Still, I feel a bit tired as sometimes I wake every hour or so. My wish to recall dreams is programming my mind to wake up frequently to record them.


23:00 GMT - Sleep

Work meeting
I’m at a meeting. Tables form a hollow square and I just sit in the first available place as I’m late and it already started. It’s an NGO meeting arranged by one of my former bosses. There’s some important reason why I was invited, but I can’t recall. He sees me arriving and feels a bit disturbed. Then a gap.

Feeling sick
All of a sudden I am sitting in a small table with food. There was someone else sitting with me but not anymore. I am on a hurry and I eat fast. Then I feel extremely sick and feel like puking. I run to the toilet, it is disgustingly filthy, but I want to puke, so who cares. When about to do it, I get better and don’t arrive to do it. Two ladies that were on the toilet ask me if I’m pregnant. I say I don’t think so and that I’m just sick. Then it looks like everything is balancing back and forth and I wonder if I’m on a boat. Then a girl appears (maybe she was with me before?) supposedly to help me but just says some mockery about me being sick.

3:06 GMT

Thoughts about having a baby
Maybe following the previous dream in which someone asked me if I was pregnant, I remember some dream in which I was thinking/considering or imagining myself having a baby. It was more a thought than a dream.

Priest and a talent show
Very sketchy dream that I feel it was going on for some time but I only recall that a lady was being invited by a priest to come to Rome for a show. First I felt that this lady was my mother, but the content of the dream doesn’t match her in anything. He was looking for someone with a special talent to star on some fairground show and this lady was very colourful and musically talented. Then he reinforced the invitation saying he wanted her to be there not for just one show, but indefinitely. Weird that a priest would also be a talent hunter...

4:08 GMT

Politician
Just recall that I was trying to reach some politician and someone helps me getting inside the parliament or congress and I’m on the corridors looking for the right office.

Mom ironing
My mother is ironing some clothes and the cat wants to play with her.

Award ceremony
Some award ceremony scene, like the Oscars.

Visit to aunt and my mom’s cat
I park my car under a bridge close to my aunt’s I. home (where I don’t go since a teenager). It’s night and it’s a creepy place, so I keep my eyes very open to eventual robbers behind the pillars. A lady seems distressed about some cat she thinks is in trouble, not able to descend from a roof. I go to the place to check but after a while the cat jumps down, so all’s fine. Then I keep going and see my mother close to my aunt’s garage door, our meeting point. She also brought her cat with her, which I don’t think it’s such a good idea. It’s a crazy unpredictable cat that gets scared at anything. But she says she’s taken him for a walk before and I trust her. The problem is that the cat decides to hit the middle of the road and I see cars coming. I freak out and run to shoo him away from the road. He does and hides under something on the other side. After the cars pass I go get him and he is so scared that he is totally peaceful and sweet – usually he is like a Tasmanian devil ) It was nice to cuddle him, even if it is only possible in dreams, LOL.

6:00 GMT

City of museums
I’m going down a street with my mother in some foreign country and unknown city. This particular street is amazing, with dozens of museums of art, antiques, archaeology. Impressive buildings. We decide we can’t visit them all but at least the last one on the street catches our attention. It’s modern art and inside I remember see this big mosaic pictures representing the elements of the periodic table. I remember clearly the Pb one (a clear derivation from a conversation I had the day before, about an ass as heavy as lead, LOL). At the museum shop there were for sale cute wind up toys and I try one out, breaking the coil spring inside. I try to fix it but it only gets a little better. I behave badly and try to get away with it, but a friend of mine comes out of nowhere and picks the same toy to try it out. I fear she is going to figure out I broke it, but she doesn’t say anything. I still feel guilty and when leaving a security guy blocks me and my mom’s exit. But of course it wasn’t because of the toy – he had seen her taking pictures with flash and also we were carrying backpacks, which is not allowed in the museum (somehow at the entrance they had failed to check that). But that’s all and we leave.

7:19 GMT

Freaky countryside pension with a secret
I’m staying at a countryside pension, a very old looking and typical construction but I don’t know of which country. Small wooden doors and windows and very low roof which I realise it’s because the house goes below ground level, so we need to descend some stairs to get inside. When we enter we go directly to the kitchen which is also like common/living room, large and spacious. To go to the rooms section we need to climb 2 or 3 steps at the right side close to the back of the room.
I feel I am here as part of a group of tourists/excursionists and everybody left already. The owners are also leaving and closing everything behind them. But for some reason (I don’t remember what had happened before) I am suspicious of something going on and I want to go inside the house when they’re not there.
So they leave and I go back and get to enter the place. But all of a sudden the lady owner appears, with very menacing look on her face. She wants to know what I am doing there. I say my backpack is too heavy and that I came back to leave a few things behind or I won’t be able to hike around all day as expected. She weighs my backpack just to check if I’m not lying with all my teeth, but luckily the thing is really heavy and I take a few things out and leave them on the kitchen table. I leave.
Some other day I was in the room with my boyfriend and we start kissing passionately. I throw him on the floor and want to make love to him, but behind the door there are lots of voices and I know someone might enter the place at any moment, so I refrain myself.
On even some other day I am finally alone in the place, waiting for some fellow guests to arrive and I open the door for them. I guess I finally found what I was looking for because I am drawing a scheme of this symbol that I guess I found somewhere and means something important. It’s like a 3-leafed clover and the top leaf has a heart inside it and there are things written inside every leaf. That’s all I can remember, because it was too detailed.

8:00 GMT – Wake up