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I had the car dream I have been having again last night. This was the 8th night in a row since not having it at all for a few weeks.

When my sister got into the passenger seat, we had our usual long and what has become an increasingly unpleasant wait for mom where I tried to ignore her and her putrid breath. I kept focusing my attention on the empty tan vinyl driver seat to my left and toward the back door of our house hoping I would see mom coming out.

When mom finally got into the car, she started getting more and more frustrated each time the engine failed to start up after she pumped the accelerator and turned the key. I don't remember saying anything to mom but she snapped at me and told me I needed to calm down, that she would get the car started. She got out to look under the hood for a few minutes and then got back in the car and started pumping the accelerator and turning the key again, but was again unable to get the engine to start. I could feel my sister leaning on me as I watched mom pump the accelerator and turn the key and saw the red lights on the dash illuminate and heard that annoying buzzing sound.

Eventually, after spending a while longer trying to get the car started mom decided to get back out and look under the hood again. I told mom I didn't think I wanted to go with them anymore and wanted to go back in the house and stay home. Mom said something about I couldn't go back into the house since she had locked it up already and then snapped at me. She told me she was doing the best she could with getting the car started and that I need to calm down. She said it was her job to get the car started and I need to keep my seat belt on and stay calm. She said that she knew she would figure out why the car was not started and would be able to get it started when she got back in. She stayed out of the car for a really long time looking under the hood. I woke up from the dream while I was starting at the empty driver seat and trying to ignore my sister who had put her arm around me and her head on my shoulder.

Last night I had the car dream again. This was the 7th night in a row. I had the usual long an unpleasant wait in the car with my sister where I tried to ignore her so I didn't have to smell her breath. She kept trying to talk to me and I kept looking at the empty driver seat to ignore her.

When mom got in and got the mirrors adjusted, she started turning the key and then also pumping the accelerator after a few cranks, and I kept seeing the red lights on the dash and hearing the buzzing sound. Mom then became worried that she had left the curling iron on and when back in the house to check on it. I started to reach to undo my seatbelt, but mom told me I needed to leave it on since we would be going soon. We waited in the car for mom for a really long time. When she finally came back out, she told me someone from church had called her and she couldn't get off the phone. She started trying to star the car again, and I woke-up after she had tried several more times to get the car started.

Last night, I had the car dream again. My sisters breath reeked like it always does and she was invading my space trying to get me to talk with her while we waited for mom to get in. All I could do to try to avoid her breath was look at the empty tan driver seat and hope she would get the hint. She never did.

The think I remember most from last nights dream was mom getting frustrated about the car being difficult to start. In earlier dreams, she was almost like a robot. She would get in the car, get the mirrors adjusted, and then focus her attention on stating the car. She had little if any conversations with us and didn't have any reaction when the car wouldn't start up.

Last night, she was getting very frustrated that it was not starting. When she decided to get out and look under the hood, and I asked if I could get out she snapped at me that she was responsible for starting and driving the car and I needed to stay buckled in my seat. She also told me I needed to calm down because she would get the car started. I didn't think I was panicking or freaking-out, but she wanted me to be calmer.

I find it interesting that mom keeps getting out to look under the hood in all of these dreams. In waking life, she is not very mechanical and has probably never looked under the hood of a car. It is kind of strange that she keeps looking under it in these dreams.

I had the same dream again last night where I am in granddads old reliant with my mom and sister. This was the 5th night in a row I have had this dream.

In last night's dream, my sister kept trying to talk to me during our time waiting in the car for mom and I kept trying to ignore her because I didn't want to smell her breath and wanted her to stop talking. I tuned out what she was trying to say in hopes that she would get the hint I did not want to talk, but she kept invading my space to try to get my attention and I kept smelling her breath. She put her head on my shoulder a few times trying to get my attention. I eventually had to turn my head and look at the empty tan vinyl drivers seat so I didn't have to smell her breath.

When mom got in and started trying to get the car started, I could feel my sister was sitting beside me even though I was focusing on mom trying to get the car started. After mom had spent a few minutes trying to start the car, my sister told her she had forgotten her purse and mom took the keys out of the ignition and went back into the house to get it. I asked her if I could go in and get it or try to start the are while she was out but she said needed the keys to get into the house and I needed to stay buckled in my seat. I woke up while she was in the house.

I had that same recurring dream again last night where I am in granddads old reliant with my mom and sister and mom can't get it started. It was the 4th night in a row I have had it after not having it for a few weeks.

As with every one of the dreams it started with me in the car by myself buckled to the front middle seat. My sister came out and got in the passenger seat next to me a few minutes later. We sit and wait in the car for mom to come out and drive us for what seems like forever. Last night, my sister really wanted to try to talk to me. I kept trying to ignore her because her breath reeked and I had to smell it whenever she talked. My sister started invading my space when I ignored her, leaning over and putting her face right in front of mine so I couldn't ignore her. I do not know what she was trying to tell me, because I tuned it out. Unfortunately, there was no way I could ignore her nasty breath and had to smell it while she kept talking to me. In the dreams I had a few weeks ago, I didn't really noticed my sister was sitting right next to me in the passenger seat unless I looked over at her. In this dream, it was obvious she was sitting next to me while we waited in the car for mom. It was the most unpleasant wait I have had so far in this dream.

When mom finally got in, she could not get the car to start as usual. While I was watching mom pump the accelerator and turn the key and seeing the red lights on the dash and hearing the buzzing sound after each failed crank, I also could feel my sister on my other side which I don't remember in earlier dreams. When mom decided to get out and look under the hood after several cranks, I asked her if I could get out and she told me her job was to start the car and my job was to stay buckled in my seat. I woke up from this dream before mom got back in and tried to start the car again.

After not having it for a few weeks, that dream where I am in my granddads old reliant between my mom and sister and mom cannot get the car to start has started recurring again.

I spent last weekend with my mom and helped her with some things and have had the dream every night beginning on Monday (1/27).

As in the past, the dream always starts with me in the Reliant by myself buckled to the front middle seat. As I am checking my surroundings, my sister is coming out of the house and walking towards the car. She is still wearing the same pink shirt, red overalls, and tan sandals that she wore in earlier dreams. She opens the passenger side door, and sits down next to me in the passenger seat. She closes her door and buckles her seat belt.

All 3 nights as in the past, we spend a really long time in the car waiting for mom to come out and get in. I am not sure how long, but would have to guess at least 20-30 minutes each nigh if not longer. As in the past dreams, her breath reeks but now she is trying harder to get me to talk with her. She is invading my space and putting her face right in front of mine so it is harder to ignore her. When I don't respond to her, she keeps asking the same questions and I keep having to smell her breath. I eventually turn to the empty driver seat trying to ignore her. I am noticing she is sitting right next to me more than I did in the earlier dreams.

Eventually, I see the back door to the house open and then see mom locking it and then walking towards the Reliant where my sister and I are waiting for her. When she gets there, she pull the keys out of her purse and then unlocks the driver side door. She then sits down on the empty drivers side seat on my other side and puts the keys in the ignition. Once she has the mirrors adjusted, she tries to start the car, but it won't start-up. As in past dreams I focus on mom pumping the accelerator and turning the key as well as the red light on the dash and buzzing sound each time the engine fails to start.

Unlike in the earlier dreams, mom is spending more time out of the car while trying to get the car started. It can either be to get out and look under the hood or to go back into the house because she is afraid something like the coffee pot or TV has been left on. If I ask if I can get out, she tells us we need to stay in the car.

The dream was in my town. I was with Moo and we were walking to his place. I believe it was raining, we decided we were going to cut through this giant house that was my older sister's and her boyfriend. The house was expansive. I looked up when we walked in the front and saw several staircases and paths leading above to different floors, it almost looked like a 3D maze. Her boyfriend was talking to us about something, he mentioned we had dug up something outside and we told him we had dug up an old gaming system. There was a TV in the kitchen with animal crossing or some other cartoon game playing. I look over at a door and there's a dog door with our family dog Boru laying through it looking at us, I called his name and was really excited to see him. Something about sauce and toss too, Robert was there at some point too.

I had a new dream last night involving riding between my mom and my sister. In this dream, it was June 1998, the summer after my freshman year in college when I was 19 years old. In this dream, my mom borrowed my uncles 1980’s white Mazda pickup truck so we could go to Home Depot to get a new grill for our dad for Father’s Day. The dream was very vivid.

When the dream starts, we are getting ready to leave the house to go to Home Depot. When mom sees that I am ready to go, she suggests that I go on out and get in the truck. She reminds me that I will be riding in the middle since it is an even day and my sister has chosen to sit by the window. I try to argue with mom about this since my sister is younger and shorter than me and could get by in the middle better. I tell mom that I will just follow them in my Jeep, but she says that she really wants the 3 of us ride together in the truck. I look outside and see the truck is also parked behind my Jeep and know I am stuck riding in the middle of the truck since it is blocking my Jeep in.

When mom again asks me to go on out to the truck, I reluctantly walk outside and towards to small white Mazda pick-up that is parked behind my Jeep in the driveway.

When I get to the passenger side door, I open it and take a seat on the light brown vinyl bench seat. I close the door and then slowly slide over to the middle seat where I will have the sit. It is a summer day and the vinyl seat is kind of hot of my legs. The middle seat is really uncomfortable since I have to put my feet on a hump and straddle the stick shift while my knees bump against the a/c controls. Since I am by myself in the truck, I decide to move back to the passenger seat since there is no point sitting in the middle when I am in the truck by myself. I go ahead and buckle the shoulder belt hoping my sister will just climb over me and get in the middle if I am already in the passenger seat. After a minute of two in the truck, in noticed that the cab stinks and is starting to get hot so I turn the brown cranks to roll down the windows. Soon fresh air is coming in cooling off the cab and making things smell better.

After I have been waiting in the truck about 5 minutes, I see my sister walking out of the house and towards the truck. She is wearing a white graphic t-shit, light blue bell bottom jeans, and tan wedge sandals. When she gets to the passenger side door and opens it up and tells me to scoot over because I am riding in the middle. I reluctantly undo my seat belt and move again to the uncomfortable middle seat. She suggests I go ahead and buckle-up. I tell her I will buckle when mom get in. She reminds me that I need to go ahead and buckle before she gets in since she will be sitting over my buckle. I reluctantly put the brown lap belt around my waist and then my sister gets into the passenger seat beside me. I have to lean towards the driver’s seat so that my sister can get her seatbelt in the buckle.

While we wait for mom, we are wedged-up against each other. My feet are both on the brown hump in the middle with my knees bumping up against the a/c controls and my legs straddling the stick shift. Not long after she gets in, she also notices the cab smells bad. I am now noticing the strong smell of her vanilla body spray and her breath which stinks. My nose is now being tortured between the smell of the cab, my sisters body spray, and her breath.

I am not enjoying waiting for mom. My sister keeps invading my space, putting her head on my shoulder, smiling at me, and breathing in my face. I cannot get away from her and just want mom to come on out so we can get to Home Depot and back home.

Mom finally is locking-up the house about 15-20 minutes after my sister got in the truck. She opens the driver’s side door and sits down in the empty driver’s seat. As soon as she is in her seat and has closed her door her body is wedge-up against my left side like my sister is wedged up against my right. I am officially squished between them with no personal space. As mom is putting the key in the ignition, she also comments that something smells bad. I tell her the truck smelled when I got in. While she is talking, I notice her breath is worse than my sisters.

It takes mom a few minutes of turning the key and pumping on the accelerator before she gets the truck started. One it starts, she reaches for the shifter between my legs and shifts it to reverse.

The drive to Home Depot lasts about 15 minutes and is not very pleasant. I am wedged between my mom and sister with no personal space. I can smell their breath whenever they talk and sometimes my sister is putting her head on my shoulder because she knows it annoys me. I just hope that no-one I know will see my riding between my mom and sister in my uncles’ crappy old truck.

When we are parked at Home Depot, my sister opens the passenger side door and she and then I get out of the truck. It feels great to finally have some personal space again. As we are walking through the parking lot, mom tells me I should check my shoe because it looks like I stepped in something. I look get to a traffic island and see that I have stepped in a big pile of dog poop and that is what I was smelling in the truck. I spend a few minutes trying to clean my shoe on the gravel in the traffic island and then head into Home Depot and meet-up with my mom and sister in front of the grills.

By the time I get to them, they have already picked-out the grill they want to get for him. There is another gill I think dad would like better, but they have already made their mind up and overrule me. We wait a while for an employee to come and get the large box for the grill we want down form an upper shelf and then put it on a flat shopping cart. I want to go look around, but mom wants me to stay with them so we will be ready to leave once we get the grill.

Once the grill is on the shopping cart, we wait for a while in the check-out line since the store is crowded. Again, I want to look around, but mom wants me to stay with them. We finally get checked out and then leave the store and head back towards the truck.

Once we get back to the truck, it takes both me and my sister to get the grill from the flat orange shopping cart to the bed of the truck. When we have it loaded, I see that mom has already unlocked and opened the passenger side door. I offer to take the cart back to the store, but mom says she will handle since I need to get in the truck first since I am in the middle. My sister is ready to get in and so I have to go ahead and get in the truck and slide over to the middle seat. As soon as I am buckled, she gets into the passenger seat and closed the door. I am thankful that the truck doesn’t smell as bad as it did earlier, and I did not track any dog poop into it.

My sister and I have to wait for a few minutes because mom sees some she knows and is talking to them. I am thankful it is not someone I recognize. While we wait for mom, my sister is invading my space again and breathing in my face.

Mom eventually gets in and gets the truck started after just a few cranks. The drive back is as unpleasant as the ride over was with both of them invading my space and breathing in my face. On the way home, mom stops at a gas station because she wants to return the truck to my uncle with a full tank. I offer to get out and pump the gas but end up being stuck waiting in the truck with my sister because she doesn’t want to get out. We have to wait for around 10 minutes while mom pumps the gas and then goes in to pay and my sister keeps putting her head on my shoulder again and breathing in my face. When mom gets back in, the truck starts right up, and we drive back home.

When we get back home, my sister and I have to get the grill out of the back of the truck and then carry it to my dads’ workshop in the back yard while mom gets a sheet to cover it with. The grill is heavy, and we have to stop and take a few breaks between the truck and the tool shed.

The dream ends when I get back to the house and lay down on the couch in the family room to watch TV. I am very happy to finally have my own space and not be stuck between them.

I have tired to use Lucid Dreaming on the dream about being in my grandads old Reliant with my sister and mom.

The first night I tried it was Tuesday (01/07). The dream started out as always with my waiting in the car by myself buckled to the middle of the front seat with my sister then getting in and sitting down in the window seat not long after. In all of the previous dreams, my sister and I have spent at least 20-30 minutes in the car before my mom surfaces from the house. In this dream, my sister was trying to start a conversation with me a few minutes after she got in and her breath smelled really bad like it always does. I kept trying to tune her out and ignore her, but I just couldn't avoid smelling her breath. Finally, I had enough and reached to honk the horn on the steering wheel to let my mom know that I had been waiting long enough and she need to come out of the house and get in the car. I kept honking until she finally got the hint and came out of the house. Rather than getting in the car, she spent several minutes working in her garden in the back yard and then walked right by the car again and went back into the house. My sister and I had to wait for another 30 minutes before my mom finally came back out. While we were waiting, my sister keep getting in my face telling me it was my fault we were having to wait so long because I honked the horn. I was forced to smell her breath because she was coming into my space to make sure I knew she was not happy. I thought about trying to get out of the car to get away from her, but the drivers side door was locked and I couldn't unfasten the seatbelt because my sisters leg was blocking the buckle. When mom finally came back out and got in the car, the first thing she did was to get after me about honking the horn. This was the first dream where I ever noticed her breath and it was just as bad as my sisters when she was telling me how rude and disrespectful it was that I did that and she was hurt and would be really embarrassed if neighbors heard it. When my mom started trying to get the car started, it was the longest I can ever remember that part of the dream lasting. She got out at least 3 times to look under the hood and try to figure out why it wasn't starting. If I had woken-up a little later, I wonder if she would have given-up and I would have gotten out of the car.

I tried Lucid Dreaming again last night (Wednesday 01/08). The dream started as I always does, but this time I noticed the car smelled really bad which I had never noticed before. After my sister had gotten in and closed the door, she also commented that something smelled although her breath smelled worse than the car when she talked. We waited in the car for the usual 20-30 minutes before mom came out of the house. My sister tried to carry on a conversation a few times and I kept ignoring her because I did not want to have to smell her breath when she talked. Unlike last night, she stayed in her space the entire time we were waiting like she normally does so it was easier to ignore her and tune her out. After mom got in, closed her door, and was adjusting the mirrors she noticed something smelled bad and asked me and my sister if one of us had maybe stepped in poo. We both denied it and I wasn't that worried since I hadn't been in the grass. As always, the car didn't want to start any my mom started to try pumping the accelerator after a few cranks. This didn't do any good, but she kept pumping the accelerator and turning the key and I kept hoping that the car would start up on the next crank, but the red lights kept lighting up and I kept hearing the buzzing sound rather than the engine running. While mom was pumping on the accelerator before trying another crank, her foot slipped out of her clog and she leaned her head down to put it back on. When she did this, she noticed that there was poo on my shoe. While mom continued to keep trying to get the car stated, my sister opened her door and got out and then I unbuckled from the middle seat and got out of the car to clean my shoe. I woke-up from the dream while I was in the back yard cleaning my shoe and could hear mom still trying to start the car while I was doing this. I don't know what ended-up happening with the car, but this was the first time ever in the dream that I was not buckled to the middle seat.

I had the same dream I have been having last night about being in my grandads old Reliant K Car with my mother and sister. This was the 6th night in a row I have had it and the 8th time in the last 10 nights.

The dream started as always where I am alone in the Reliant buckled to the center of the tan vinyl front bench seat. Around the time I had finished checking my surroundings, my sister is walking towards the car and then opening the passenger side door and sitting next to me. We had the usual really long wait for mom where I try to avoid talking with her because her breath reeks and I have to smell it when she speaks. She tried to start a conversation a few times while we were waiting, but I just ignored her and turned the other way so I would not have to smell her breath. I really cannot remember what she was saying during this time.

There was a change to last nights dream when mom was walking to the car. In every other dream, my mom has not surfaced until she is closing up the house and getting in the car. She has always been out of site in the house the entire time my sister and I are in the car waiting for her.

In the dream last night, I looked over my should and saw her walking down the steps towards the car. Before she got to her door, I heard her answer to someone and then turn around and walk to our neighbors yard. My sister and I had to wait a while longer while she talked to her neighbor. I remember my sister and I talking about how rude it was that she was leaving us in the car and being willing to tolerate her breath while we talked about it.

When my mother got in the car, there was the usual adjusting of the mirrors and then trying to get the car started. I woke up from this dream not long after she had started pumping the accelerator to try to sped up getting the car started.

I keep having a vivid recurring dream takes place in spring 1994 and I am 15 years old. I am in my grandads old Tan 1983 Plymouth Reliant K Car. I am buckled in the front middle seat and the car is parked in my parent’s driveway. Soon my 11-year-old sister is opening the passenger side door and sitting down in the passenger seat next to me. She is wearing the same pink hypercolor shirt, red overalls, and tan sandals that she always wears in the dream(one of her favorite outfits during that time). She closes the passenger side door and then buckles her seat belt.

For most of the dream, my sister and I spend waiting in the car for mom to come and get it. We are both buckled-up and ready to go and just need her to get in. We always spend a really long time waiting. Probably around 20 – 30 minutes. During this time my attention sifts between looking through the windshield at our backyard; looking at the gauges on the dash board, the tan steering wheel, and empty tan vinyl drivers seat; watching at my sister blowing on her shirt so it will change colors & putting her feet on the glovebox; looking at the a/c controls and radio that are by my knees; and looking over my left shoulder towards the back door of our house to see if I see mom getting ready to come out. I try to avoid have any conversations with my sister while we are waiting for mom as her breath reeks and I will have to smell it if she talks.

Eventually, mom is unlocking the drivers side door and sitting down in the drivers seat next to me. She puts the key in the ignition and the car makes a buzzing sound until she closes her door. She then always spends a long time adjusting the mirrors. Once she has them adjusted, I see her hand reach for the black key in the ignition and turn it so start the car. The car fails to start as I see the dash illuminated with red lights and her the buzzing sound again. Mom keeps turning the key trying to start the car, but it doesn’t want to start. I am focusing on her hand turning the key, the red lights on the dash, and the buzzing sound. Eventually she starts pumping the accelerator with her brown clog, but each crank still ends with the red lights on the dash, the buzzing sound, and the engine failing to start. I keep watching her pump the accelerator and turn the key hoping it will start on the next crank.

In the dream last nigh, after several cranks and no luck starting the car mom became concerned that she had left the coffee pot on and when into the house to check, leaving me and my sister in the car. When she got back to the car, she tried pumping the accelerator and truing the key several more times but did not have any luck. After several more minutes of trying to start the car, she decided to go look under the hood and left us in the car for a few minutes. I woke up for the dream when she was turning the key the first time after closing the hood and getting back in. I have not idea if the car ended-up starting or if she had to give up.

It begins with me commenting that a bunch of people had left their stuff behind in this big bus-type vehicle. Me and others start going through everything, realizing that there was quite a lot of stuff, plus a whole bunch of drawers. Little things keep falling out of overheard compartments, once a big coin, another time a folder. Somewhere along the way I start thinking of the people as students, as there are a lot of notebooks and textbooks. There’s also this partition full of clothes I’m excited to explore.

Suddenly the tone changes. The bus had been in an accident.

I remember carefully making my way to a bathroom and washing my hair, like something had gotten in it. There were multiple used towels and I had to decide one which to dry my hair off with.

I’m following my sister as she walks toward an Asian women standing beside some tables with lids made of wood. As we approach, my sister says, ‘Don’t worry, this is my little sister.” The woman still seems worried but she allows me to help. We need to empty all these cases of valuables fast because bad guys could be coming.

I’ve got a handful of these golf ball size rocks when she tells me to “get the stones”, and I look over and see different colored shining small stones.
There is an Asian boy standing in front of me, about nine years old. The woman watches in horror as he takes an earring and pierces my thumb with it. I’m trying to keep calm (even though I felt no pain). The woman says, “He’s trying to scar you.” I hand him the next earring, a blue stone in it, and he repeats the process (old earring gone).

It’s fuzzy here but there was a bad guy, and as we were trying to get away, we came across the severed head a black guy who had been on our side. Another guy (who reminds me of Chris Farley) was missing, and the bad guy pointed and said ‘he’s there’. It was the place of the accident. It looked like a steel railing had been rammed into.

I run into the clothes partition, clothes strewn everywhere. I get down and start crawling into the corner through them, confident that there’s a way out there.

I’m outside and see three orange cats in different places, and I know that they belong to the students from the bus. I say something like ‘this is why I didn’t bring my cats, they’re indoor only’. I feel like just before I said that, I questioned where mine were. I also remember there was another scene of looking in a wooden pen at three fluffy cats of mixed colors.

My sister is driving me in some small vehicle while I pretend to be injured. I’m at the front of the vehicle lying on my back on a slab of wood. She kept getting mad at people in the way, and there was this one man in particular who jumped from a bike or something into the back of a van where the doors were open. He’s crouched inside looking out at us when my sister suddenly spits at him. The man says something about ‘fire’ and I felt that something was wrong about that. Should not be fire but something else. Then I spit too and hit the back of the passenger seat. I was waiting for the reaction, because my spit was acid.

I don’t know where this fits in, but I was talking to my friend Cole and I said something like ‘oh no, we left our cards at the bleachers’. We had already picked up most of them but left behind some less desirable ones. I got excited thinking about this one there of Pizza from Food Fantasy, but assured Cole that it would be wrong to steal it even when the owner left it behind. The cards themselves were actually floating, shimmering over the seats and you just touched them to obtain them.

Inspirations:
Clothes: When am I not thinking of clothes lately.
Sister: Been thinking about her lately, we’re doing a movie night soon.
Earrings: I think it was yesterday that my mom told me about this trick to clean tarnished earrings.
Orange cats: My own new cat and an outside cat I saw/talked about recently.
Cats in pen: Saw a gif of a dog squeezing in with another dog into a cage thing yesterday.
Cards, Pizza: From the current event in an app game I play called Food Fantasy. Maybe also from Magical Days: The Brats’ Parade since I’m playing an event there too.

My sister is picking me up from this place near the mountains. We go to a gas station and I go to the counter. I freak out a little bit and fall to the floor. I get up and think that I'm sort of losing it and my sister looks a bit concerned. We go back to that house and I think there's now some zombies there.

I'm in this open space that has a hill with a temple/building at the top of it. It feels like we're in a videogame. In the distance are these roads leading to another place. I think it's good vs. bad and there are teams of people. I fly down off the hill onto a road. I remember thinking I was gliding very far and I had done this before. This place felt really old and familiar. It felt like we were years in the past. On the other side of the map is this factory building. The bad guys are in there. I think they're horde but it's just a large group of people. They're flying into the building and I'm hiding on another side of this train. The train is actually surging and jiggling me around as I'm trying to hold on and hide from the horde. I go back to the hill and there are a lot of people surrounding this temple. I'm calling out to a particular girl thinking her name is KSHMR which IRL is a guy DJ but in the dream it's a girl. I start to fly up in the air. There are these tennis courts or basketball courts with giant black gates. I'm flying around sort of like spiderman jumping off of these giant black gates while yelling out to girl KSHMR. I was wearing my pink/white kimono.

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 7:00 AM

Dream 92: Reflections

In the car with my brother, daytime. We're driving down the highway. My brother next to me is holding the phone camera to my face, and I'm trying to get it off of me.

I managed to steal a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It was oddly clear and high res. I think it looked a little more attractive than I do in WL (Heck, I felt like Dreamy Luigi from M&L: Dream Team. No real difference except I looked better).


Dream 93: Ham and Anger

In the kitchen with my sister and her boyfriend, morning. They had just made me food (Migas with ham on the side). I was also watching Hulu on the Switch and I had my headphones on (The ones I lost a couple days ago).

My cousin (Let's call him Quiet J, because why not) walks in and, being as standoffish as he is, says something to me while failing to acknowledge I was wearing headphones. I remember it being some kind of insult but I didn't want to make him angry while he was there, so I let him get his food and go to my sister's room.

I ask my sister what he had said to me. She responded with something I don't quite remember. I then told her, annoyed, "I didn't ask how 'pretty' he thought I looked, I'm asking 'what did he say about me?''' That shut her up real quick and the dream ended shortly thereafter.

Day 35:

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:30 AM


Dream 42: Zombie Run

Daytime. School grounds. My vision is slightly impaired as the dream is noticeably more "cloudy" than the ones that came previous. Though that lies more in the fact that I had woken up and went back to sleep afterward. My mom goes inside the office building (Which is in the exact wrong location by the way) and tells me to stay outside while she holds a meeting.

I divert over to the side of the building, going straight, when something alarming catches my eye. Four guys wearing zombie makeup and carrying machine guns are standing right on top of the roof of the school. I'm a bit frazzled by this, and I'm stuck in the middle of asking why they're there and just plain wanting to get out of there.

I ask the one closest to the edge, "Hey, what's with the getup?'' And he responds, "The Zombie Run, dude. It's going to start in a few hours, we're thinking we could...give them a good scare." For some reason seeing four shady looking guys armed to the teeth with explosives doesn't immediately make me want to run away, instead I just say "Oh yeah, that thing." and we went our separate ways.

I come across two ginormous 18-wheelers behind the building. It seems an old man and his grandson are bickering about something. The grandpa in particular. As I approach him, he gets off his truck and asks me to help set up for the Zombie Run. Seeing no way out of this old man's request, I respectfully take his offer. He then hilariously scolds his grandson, telling him that this 'total stranger' was more willing to cooperate with him than his own grandson.

I would then come to realize why his grandson didn't want him around.

Later that night, he and I took a ride in his truck. The street looks vaguely similar to the one in my town. The grandpa is now completely hammered and is now taking the wheel, with a random student in the passenger seat. He is completely out of it, almost bordering on falling asleep, when I realize we're headed straight for another truck.

"Right! Go right!" I yell in his ear. He just barely woke himself up and swerved to the right, avoiding a collision with said truck.


Dream 43: Billiards

I'm at what's "supposed" to be my house, a large wooden building that looks more like those 'things' they have at certain parks. I can't quite remember. I'm wanting to play video games on the large flatscreen TV in the living room, but my sister pulls me aside and says she wishes to watch home movies. Due to some personal reasons I won't get into, I deny it, and make up an excuse as for why I should get to play in the living room. Her request unlocked a sort of hate/sadness emotion within me, and I just wanted it to be over with.

She is getting visibly more irritated as I go on.

I say, "How about some gambling, huh? Every time you come over you just 'have' to bring a chalupa board with you do ya?"

I finally get the memo, and just decide to plug in my stuff elsewhere.