I remember more dreams today than yesterday. ☆ School. Teacher hating on me for not being or acting like the other students. Got some things to do but threw them away in a bin and kept on working with my own project. Highly disliked by the teacher tho. ☆ Fighting with other girls for survival. My opponent knew everything about me but I didn’t know anything about her except for being from the ancient Rom. ☆ Gave all my christmas things to my little sister so she could take care of next christmas without me. She wanted to make a change and I didn’t really like it but accepted it. ☆ A man that was a good salesman but he wasn’t on the right side of the law. He took drugs and shit but was a really nice man. His skillz was amazing with selling things. I was really impressed. ☆ A map with flowers on it instead of rivers and no names written.
There are spiders using telekinesis type powers to propel themselves rapidly around my house, stringing strong webs as they go. I chase after them, trying to clean the webs away and close doors to keep the spiders out of the other rooms in the house. One spider in particular is really loud, and is yelling to the other spiders. He's giving a sales pitch, talking about how he has found some high quality katana swords in several colors, he has blue, candy red, and black right now, starting at $1800. They sound cool, but I don't trust the spider. I turn a corner and find myself in a coffee shop, cornered by a salesman and woman, trying to sell me their book that tells how to make thousands of dollars a day from home. I know that crap is all a scam, so I get up to leave, but am blocked in by several tables and chairs, stuck in the corner. I squeeze by, and the salesman makes an offer for me. If I buy the book for $45, he guarantees I'll get $500 today, and if not, I can return the book for a full refund. In the stupor of the dreamworld, I accept his crazy offer and pay him the $45. I wake up briefly and notice that infomercials are on TV, so I turn the TV off and go back to sleep.
11/17/12 5:00am non lucid Contemplated till one word came to me "Salesman" then Mind-Mapped into dream. note: I am about to start a new job and am looking furiously for a rental in the town where I will be working. A church was running a dormitory for single young women in a large five story apartment complex. It was light blue with white trim and square. Entry stairs led to the bottom floor near the center of each side. Beside each of those was a square stair case that wrapped itself up to the top floor. Each floor was then figuratively cut into quartiles where a slightly older, maturer girl could watch over those in her living zone and keep them out of trouble. I first saw this building from an elevated view and decided that I wanted to get in. The plethora of girls did at first cross my mind but mostly I just wanted to get in out of the cold and hang out. I must have gotten caught because soon after that I was given a testing feat in order to let me in. I had transformed into a rat and had to get from the bottom of the complex to the top floor by running along top of a pipe. These pipes were about four inches in diameter and were mounted along side the staircases wrapping with them as they went up. To add to the challenge, the girls would try and knock me off, catch me or even hit me with something non life threatening like a pillow. On top of that, I was supposed to eat a banana that I was located just before the fourth floor. This gauntlet was actually not hard at all because I was fast...blindingly fast. I could run so fast that they couldn't see me and when I ran the world lit up with sunset colors streaming past me. When I came the banana a big burst of sun like yellow illuminated the already beautiful sunset colors. All I could see was the sunset, yellow sunbursts and the end of a banana. Then the banana, like it was being sliced up by a butter knife, fell away piece by piece. In a flash I had passed through the gauntlet, ate a banana, and made it to the top. In addition to the girls, there was now a regular crowd standing mostly on lower stories and out in the surrounding parking lot. I particular member of the crowd who happened to be up on the same floor as me, grabbed me. He was a young angry man and wasn't to happy that I had beaten the gauntlet. As he attempted to slam me against the wall I started to grow and soon I was full sized again we were wrestling. Next to me I saw a container full of fish and I grabbed one. I was already overpowering my opponent when I slammed the fish, with its sides opened outward, up into his face. With that, he couldn't see well and tried to reach for the fish on his face. I easily threw him to the ground and proceeded to humiliate him further by rubbing the fish in his face. White oily fats where building up around his nostrils when I figured he had had enough. He was damn near on the verge of crying. After that the crowd was a bit put off by the violence and began to slowly disperse. Out in the parking lot below was a snake-oil-salesman type of man. He had a cart with him and was shouting into the crowd in a sort of nasally voice...."Shooows over folks...... Seee I told you he could run fast....Every things just fine.. allrighty.. showws over..."....... Dream Faded
Walking in the city (dream-geography) on a Sunday. Happen upon a bike store with a closing sale. Browse in shop, which is kind of bare. Shopkeeper asks if I'm interested in Trek bikes. I say no, and he proceeds to take me to see some bikes. I was thinking "I bet he'll show me a Trek bike just because he's a salesman." He didn't, but showed me a MTB of some other brand. He tried to convince me that I should have the seat low enough that I could rest both feet flat on the ground while seated, and just to be polite I pretended to agree. He asked if I would be more interested in a road bike, and I said that I ride a fixed-gear road bike. Somehow he knew that I ride 30km (20mi) to work, and was impressed that I ride a fixie. He showed me a weird road bike with a removable rear triangle, which could be re-attached with different lengths to change the wheelbase. Not sure how the chain worked(?). While he was showing me this, two suspicious kids walked in and looked around. I was tempted to talk to them, thinking I could convince them not to steal, but then I got the feeling that the shopkeeper didn't want anyone to do anything, so I watched. They picked up a pair of bright blue ankle-high shoes and walked out. The shopkeeper joked that it would have been impossible to sell those shoes anyway.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in "my apartment," in my bathroom, looking at my face in the mirror. The bathroom was dark, with light coming in only from another room. I was disappointed with my appearance. I felt like I looked really ugly. There was suddenly a knock on my front door. I didn't know anybody who'd be knocking on my door at this time, so I was afraid to open the door. I went to look through the peephole to see who was there -- I was even afraid to do that. The person at the door was a tall, muscular black man wearing a black tank top, khaki shorts, and a baseball cap tilted off to the side of his head. He was bouncing around a lot. He looked annoyed or angry. I didn't open the door or acknowledge the man. I just walked away from the door and back to the bathroom. There was another knock at the door. This time I stood frozen in the doorway of my bathroom, afraid to even go to the door. I looked from the bathroom to the door. My apartment was really big. It was like the bathroom was at the front of a short hallway. Between the hallway and the front door was a living room. But the living room was more like two huge rooms. Both the rooms were plainly visible, but dark. In the center was a kind of columned space that was lit with incandescent light. There was nice, kind of old-style furniture everywhere. I somehow saw through the door, which now had a window of greenish and pinkish stained glass in a diamond-grid pattern on it. At the door were two old, white men, kind of overweight, with white hair. It was now like part of the stained glass on my door had been broken. The men could see into my house. But I didn't know if they could see me. There was a really nice, big, comfortable armchair near the hallway. A very pretty, blonde, little girl in a really nice, fancy dress, sat in the chair. She made some kind of remark about the people at the door. The remark was made with a cheerful tone, but it was kind of dark. It made me feel like the two white men at my door were probably here only to cause trouble for me, but that I should probably open the door to them anyway. I was about to go open the door for the men. But they now saw me through the smashed-out pieces in the stained glass on my door. The men said something about how they had only been here to help me. They were probably going to install some kind of device in my house. But if I didn't want to open the door for them, they weren't going to waste their time. The two men left my door. I ran after them, hoping to get them so they could do whatever good thing they were going to do for me. I must have gotten down to the ground floor of my apartment building. In an area that may have been a little small and cramped, possibly busy with some kind of housework, I met a woman, another resident. The woman said, "Oh, those guys are all holding a big meeting for all of us downstairs later on. They gave everybody that speech. They figured it was a good way to make everybody feel guilty. So that way everybody would want the thing the men want to put in the house. So now, to find out what it is, we all have to go to this meeting." I was now outside, in a neighborhood that looked a lot like my neighborhood in waking life. It was late afternoon or early morning. The sky was deep, vivid blue, but there were also bright, red-pink clouds in the sky. I remarked to myself that I'd never seen clouds with such a strong, red tint. Somehow my psychiatrist met me a couple of blocks down from my apartment. I was walking back to my apartment. So my psychiatrist walked with me. We passed a small family that was taking up the entire sidewalk. We had to maneuver past them. I squeezed along a chain-link fence along the sidewalk. One of the kids of the family may have been on a tricycle. Another of the kids was a little, Latina girl with dark skin and long, black hair. She was maybe ten or eleven years old. She wore a bikini with a black and white design of tighly interlocking patterns, like Native American pottery paintings. She also may have had red scrunchees holding her hair back in either a ponytail or two pigtails. I had been very interested in the Native American design on the girl's bikini. I had never seen that before. But the girl had been kind of crouched down near the bicycle. And when she stood up, something about the sight of her rear end as it went from a crouching to a standing position really turned me on. So I looked away, ashamed of being turned on by a little girl, especially in front of my psychiatrist. We crossed the street. I was looking down to the sidewalk and up to the strikingly red-pink clouds as my psychiatrist spoke with me. My psychiatrist told me that she had some meeting set up with me and another psychiatrist, possibly a man. She told me that soon I'd be able to go to "special sessions" with this second psychiatrist. My psychiatrist told me that she'd tell me more once we got inside. Apparently my apartment complex actually held her counseling office instead of my apartment. I asked my psychiatrist if I would still be doing regular sessions with her, since the sessions with the guy would only be "special sessions." I mentioned some previous psychiatrist I'd had before, without being able to remember her name, as if I had seen her for "special sessions" while still seeing my psychiatrist for "regular sessions." But my psychiatrist didn't answer me. My dream now took on a very scratchy, rushing feeling, like I'd usually have when I was going into or coming out of a lucid dream. I think this may have been partly because I had gotten really frustrated trying to remember the name of my previous psychiatrist.
This whole dream was very mixed up. I had no idea what order things happened in when I woke up. It took place in a city, and whenever I dream about a city, my brain tells me that it's New York City. I think that's my dream sign, because I dream about cities a lot and I live nowhere near one. Ryan was there being his Douche-baggy self. He was wearing his black underarmour shirt and tan dress pants that he wore to walk his obnoxious dog. I remember messing around with a music book for bass voice which had been written in with blue ink. I believe that was associated with seeing Ryan. In another part of the dream, I was selling stuff to some very strange looking people on the street. I remember getting 20 dollars from one person and either 19 or 18 dollars from another. One of the people I sold to looked like a goblin from Harry Potter but it was as tall as I am with it's legs accounting for 80% of it's height. Its arms were the length of mine. He was pretty spindly-lookin' but he was not ungraceful. I don't remember what I was selling at all. After the whole salesman thing, I went to my truck with the intent to give Courtney V a ride. Don't know how she got there. I then realized, "Hey, I don't need to move my truck!" Guess I wasn't going far. Courtney walked away and I walked towards a building. I don't remember what happened next. In another part of the dream, I was at this beach house and I heard my mom upstairs telling Tom and Noah to stay downstairs and to make smart decisions or something.
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