I was married to one of my friends (L). She was pregnant by about two or three weeks, apparently. I had some strange vision that she and I were going to be murdered by some creature if we stayed in our house. I thought nothing of it, but the vision was rather detailed. It was a similar setup to the visions in final destination. I saw three men start breaking in. They were quasi-mortal and were very strong. L and I hid in our room, but somehow I knew that we would die because we were still in the house. Shortly thereafter, they found us and killed us. This brought me out of the vision to about 5 or so minutes before the break in. Somehow, L knew men were about to break in, but she had not had the vision. I told her we had to get out of the house. There was no possibility of our survival for as long as we were in there. I told her to get to the door and to run the moment I opened it. She did not believe we would be able to make it and neither did I, but I knew that it was our only shot. So I opened our living room door and we ran out into the night. We had a legitimate head start, but they eventually caught up. The dream gets a little fuzzy here, but between this point and the next three events happen: one: I kill the three men, two: L gets stabbed somewhere in the abdomen, and three: it becomes daytime. In a panic because of the potentially mortal wound my wife has taken, I pick her up and yell for someone to call an ambulance. For once, they arrive within a minute or two. I also am injured, so they treat me and her at the same time. I only have minor injuries, I think, so I get angry that they would waste time with me. I know that I was not going to die with my injuries. L’s pulse stopped somewhere during the ride, but they claimed they could keep her alive by pumping these fluids into her. I was skeptical, but I had nothing to say. It was that or she was dead. I don’t remember much more than this other than it actually did have a happy ending. Both L and I lived, and (I think) our child lived. I know that was a big concern, especially considering where and how she was stabbed.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 Three people were sitting on a couch. The one in the center was an adult, probably a man. The other two were either children or young adults who acted like children. The two were half-laying on the couch, leaning their heads and shoulders against the central man. The two may have been one boy and one girl or two girls. The boy (?) may have been in love with the girl. He may have told the girl he was in love with her. The girl may have responded by acting like she would go out with the boy. But she really didn't love him. She loved some other female, either a girl around her age or a woman around the age of the man, who may have been her teacher. The man in the center may have had some suspicion that the girl was in love with another female. But the way the girl seemed to act in love with the boy kept the man from being suspicious. If the man knew for sure the girl was a lesbian, he would have stopped her. He was very protective of her, and he thought lesbianism was wrong. I was now watching this scene in a movie theater. I sat in the theatre with my two old friends, R and Y. The theater was mostly empty, with only a few people in each row. My friends and I heard a voice coming from one of the back rows. It sounded like the voice of our old friend, ER. We thought it must have been ER. But then it was quiet. So we didn't think about it anymore. But then we heard ER's voice again. I knew it must be him. I turned around in my seat and called out, "ER! ER!" in a half-whisper. My friends giggled a bit and told me to stop talking in the theater and annoying everybody. I was about to defy them by calling out to ER again. But he waved at us, stood up, and began walking toward us. But I didn't want to be quiet after being told to be quiet. So I called out, "We're actually looking for a second ER, too! ER!" We were all facing forward. My friends were laughing at me. Then ER and Y began catching up with each other. They'd both led some pretty interesting lives in the years since they'd spoken. ER began asking Y about a couple questions about some of the things she'd done. Y responded. She'd apparently had one project where she'd kept some kind of material sealed up in a big trash can. At first I thought the project was sinister, like she was keeping a dead body or body parts in liquid in the can. But then it just sounded gross, like she was keeping liquid and old junk in the can. Y had another project where she had to vacuum up some kind of dust. This project also seemed really gross.
WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT *This is a very rough draft* Waves and Child in the ocean, swimming around for a while a ways out from shore looking below, at the sea floor Then after a time, I head back toward shore Jen’s (high school friend) old car in the ocean closer to shore I got in a large wave hit it Jen came she was upset I went back to shore, the waves getting higher a child there too with me standing in the water together i feel protective of the child the child says they (boy or girl?) see an octopus wrapping around my foot? I get scared though I love octopi think I see it a ways off under the water I walk fearfully out of the water the waves getting larger I'm wondering how large they’ll get (Often in my dreams the tidal waves grow to become inescapably vast) the child and I go to higher ground watch the waves getting higher splashing past where we’d been going to even higher ground my dad is there with us a beautiful, panoramic view of the ocean from where we are we are atop maybe a 300 foot cliff houses below closer to the beach water rushing past them in a thin sheet, curving and splashing up the cliff far below us in a big sheet that splashes at its far reaches my dad is concerned about the waves, scared and determined to do things he knows he has to do about the waves, to help other people I think he leaves us
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