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Level of Lucidity: 0
Level of Clarity: 5
Level of Realism: 4
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

I am sitting in my grandparents basement which is now my Uncles living quarters. There's a few other people standing around in the room, they seem to be friends but I can't make out who they are. The room is dark. The television is on. There's an advertisement for a new movie on the TV. One of the friends in the room says that he has some tickets to get to see the movie, about 6 of them. Everyone in the room reacted as if he just said he has a bunch of guns and wants us to sell them, and we're some sort of mafia.

The dream gets hazy but we wind up in a car going to a restaurant, and in the car the "mob boss" is telling us that these are VERY rare movie tickets, and that we should make sure not to just sell them for an average movie ticket price, because these tickets are for a movie which isn't out yet, making the price worth 10x what they normally are.

The dream skips a bit and now me, and a friend are sitting at a table in a restaurant. It's a nice restaurant, there's waiters wearing nice white shirts and ties carrying black trays with fine wines and foods. The room is dimly lit in a semi-romantic sort of way, and the decoration around us consists of statues, fancy paintings and such.

I was watching myself and my friend talking to a lady at the table in third person. I didn't look like myself. I looked like Jason Sudeikis:



The lady at the table was trying to bargain with us for the tickets. I told her "No! We won't take ANYTHING less than 300 Euros for two tickets."

The lady shook her head and reached forward for an empty plate. She moved it closer to her and then set 150 Euros on the plate. One 100 Euro note, and one 50 Euro note. She then slid it closer to us and raised her eyebrow as if to challenge us.

I accepted the challenge and said "You know what.... It's 60,000 Euros now!" She started to get up and reach for her money to leave when my friend sitting next to me dove forward for the money, but it was just out of reach, so he started using his fork to try to hook the plate to pull it towards him. I suddenly felt like I was watching from third person, and was no longer a character in the scene. I started laughing at the ridiculousness of the two guys at the table, it felt like I was watching a good comedy. Then Jason said "Ohhh! I see how this works! You get paid more depending on your rank!" (This of course made no sense.. but dream logic ftw.)

Finally my friend got a hold on the money and sat back in his chair as if nothing happened, and he didn't just dive across a fine dining table. The lady looked over to Jason and he sighed and tossed down two tickets. The lady made a "Ahem!" sort of coughing noise, and then reached in her purse, and aimed a small gun at him, she was robbing us for the tickets. Jason sighed again and tossed the other 4 tickets down too. "Oh come on!" - Jason.

The dream becomes hazy and I woke up.

Dream starts off with me in a very small town in a desert. There is a variety store that sell guns, and a fast food outlet, as well as a few houses scattered around. I am in the variety store looking at the guns that are displayed on a wall. There is something about someone trying to rob the variety store or something but he is chased away by the owners who have their own guns or something. I remember contemplating buying one but I cannot remember if I actually did or not.

I go to a building next door (to the left) that seems like an art gallert or something but it is dark and empty of people. There is a raised platform at the back where suits of armor are displayed along side aquariums filled with gold fish embedded into the walls.

I go back into the variety store and into a hall that connects it to the fast food joint (to the right). The hall is windowless and narrow, its walls made or cork board and it has a dirt floor. In the middle of the hall are two juvenile African lions. They are both male and one is a pale yellow, almost white in colour and the other is a dark golden colour. A women taking care of them tells me that they have been raised together and are the security system for the gun store. The lions are play fighting with one on it's back on the floor and the pouncing on top of it. As I walk by the lion on top growls and takes a swing at me, but then goes back to play fighting with it's brother.

I am not in the fast food joint and the layout is really weird. The door I walked through leads to the eating area but it is seperated from the ordering counter by a stone and glass wall. To get to the counter you have to go outside to a door at the back of the store. I go outside and around and into the ordering area and make an order of a two burgers, some fries and a drink. The man and woman who own the store are of oriental decent and when they are done making my order they go into the eating area and start eating my fries. I have to go back around the store and into the eating area and take my food from them and ask for a refund since they ate half my fries. They say nothing and get up and leave the store.

I eat my food and go back into the variety store which has changed in sixe and is now larger. There are arcade games at the back now as well as a few computers with games on them, though the computers look like open, three ringed binders. I am play a few games, one an RPG with princesses and another a shooting game and break the current records for best gameplay.


The dream fades and I cannot remember anymore.

This is the third dream I had on October 14th, 2009.


I am living in an one storey apartment building that has small apartments with only two or three appliances. My apartment is situated in one corner of the building at the back. Across the hall is a storage closet that is supposed to be the common storage for all the residence in the building. There is something about a roomate living with me and he is upset that I bring a stray dog home with me one day. The dog is a brown weiner dog and I gave him a funny name in the dream, but I cannot remember what it is now.

I am friends with some of my neighbours and they are woman of North American indian decent and they are always pushing around their young children in baby strollers. One day I am at the common storage room looking for some money and a gun I had left there but diescovered that all my stuff had been stolen. I chide myself and think that I should have known better because the storage slots don't have locks on them, though I could have sworn that I could trust the other residents of the apartment building because I knew them all.

While I am still looking for my stolen things in the storage room two of my neighbours pushing baby strollers show up and tell me that they too have had things stolen from them. I invite them over to my apartment and we all try to figure out who the thief is or something but the dream becomes fuzzy and I cannot remember any more.

(There is a "trigger warning" on the content of this dream.)

It is the mid or late eighteen hundreds. I live on the edge of a crowded city in grey brick house at the end of an small street or alleyway where there is a laundry pool, beyond which is a forest. In the dream I am an only child and live with my mother and a few of her friends. We are not wealthy but have enough to live comfortably.

There are several men courting me. The first man is someone I have never met, which was set up by my mother and her friends. I am not comfortable with the arrangement, even though he is an established doctor, because I will not be able to meet him until the wedding. I know nothing of what he is like, let alone what he looks like. I have not said no to the proposal, but I have not said yes either, and I try to stall my answer as long as possible. The second man is homeless and in rags with scraggly hair and beard and unkept hair, but I talk with him by the laundry pool and he is very kind. Everyone opposes interaction with him and "polite society" all but shuns him.

The third man appears on day when I am in the forest on the otherside of the laundry pool, sitting on a tree stump, reading my tarot cards. He comes and sits on a tree stump behind me and strikes up a conversation. He is handsome though I thought he had a kind of shifty look to him. The man's manner of speaking is very well, he is suave and magnetic and I find myself beoming drawn to him. While we are sitting and talking I pull either the Six of Cups or Six of Swords from my tarot deck (I cannot remember which) and say that is the card which represents him. The man scoffs dismissively, not believing in such trivalities as tarot cards, but also not disturbed that I do.

The man asks me to marry him and I say yes. I take him home to meet my mother, who is not enthralled at first but is quickly charmed by my new fiance. There is something about him that makes me uneasy, but I figure that I can't do much better with anyone else so I ignore my nagging doubts. He is eager to move in with mother and I. He has little in the way of worly possessions and it is clear to me from the onset that he is the one to benefit from this union financially much more than I. I am overcome with the dreadful thought that he is interested in me only for my money.

A week passes and the day of the wedding comes and takes place in a clearing in the forest beyond the laundry pool. The other residents of our household vacate for the night so that my new husband and I will have the place to ourselves. Almost immediately he takes me into his room and strips off my wedding dress. I am afraid and trembling because I have no idea what is about to happen. He roughly pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, not bothering to remove any of this clothes, not even his shoes. He begins having sex with me but I am uncomfortable and in pain but he ignores my protests and continues until he is completely spent. As soon as he is done he climbs off of me, pulls up his pants and demands that I return to my own room. His tone is cold and flat and he does not even look at me as I leave his room, very unlike the warm, magnetic man who initially drew me in.

I am in my room on the second floor of the house, laying on the bed and looking up at a dream catcher in the window that is made with pink beads and white feathers onto which I have apparently stuck a tarot card. I cannot identify the card but I stare at it for a while. I don't know how much time passes but my feelings of being used and violated prevent me from falling asleep. I am just drifting off to sleep when I hear a door slam downstairs. Putting on a robe and going downstairs I find all of my valuables gone. I rush to the window and see my husband climbing into a horse-drawn wagon which has all of my possessions in the back. He sees my shocked and horrified face in the window and arrogantly laughs and waves as he drives away. His mocking is the last I can bear it and I collapse to the floor admist tears and despair.

My mother and her friends return and learned what happened and we are all infuriated but can do nothing, since we do not know where my husband has gone and cannot do anything anyway, since all of my worldly possessions become the property of the man upon marriage (an actual 19th century law). To avoid utter poverty I am now forced to accept the first man my mother arranged for me, the established doctor who I have not yet met. It turns out that he is more than twice my age and has children from a previous marriage, some of whom are actually older than I. We do not tell him that I was just married and robbed of all my possessions.

The marriage date is set and while everyone else scurries around making preperations or caught up in the excitement of the coming union, I feel shamed, betrayed and depressed. I resolve to drown myself in the laundry pool so one morning I sneak out of the house just after dawn. I am surprised to discover some of my stolen possessions sitting on a wooden deck next to the laundry pool. The objects where peices of pottery and soapstone carvings, some of which I have actually made in in real life, though in the dream I merely recognized them as possessions and not peices of art that I made. One particular peice that stood out was a small White Tara carved in soapstone and placed on a tree stump in the middle of the laundry pool. There were also some roughly carved faces and my pack of tarot cards wrapped in green silk.

My mother comes up behind me as I am looking at these things and is just as perplexed as I as to why some of my things have been returned. I tell her that I believe that my con-man first husband is mocking me from afar and only returned the things that he could not sell and would thus be worthless to him. I also believe though that it is an ironic twist of fate that the things he considered worthless are the things most treasured by me because of their sentimental value. The dream ends there.