12-18-15: Everything's been up and down like somewhat of a crazy game of Magic # (a Pricing Game on The Price Is Right with an impressive design that scared the crap out of me when I was younger when it appeared from a fade-in) months after I updated my Dream Journal. Also, I've been busy with other things, including a personal blog during that time. Last night, however, left me with some inspiration to write after a heck of a bad day, as most of the stuff (the plot, some characters) in Secret Agent 25, or SA-025, for short (my attempt at a YA novel), are inspired by dreams I have had since the 1992-93 year living in Maryland (when my parents separated in 1991-92 and I was 6 going on 7 at the time) to now. Ever since I started on SA-025, I have had a series of strange dreams involving possible characters, and most of those DCs had no spoken lines--even Wednesday (which was uneventful) and last week when it marked the return of the 'office buildings outside my room window' dream, something recurring since 2006-07. This time, it was a possible scene from later on in the series of SA-025, where possibly another Agent 25 was talking to someone, and this transpired: "Does this mean we'll move to South Florida?" Agent 25 asked. "No." A female chaperone said, sternly. Later on, Agent 25 and the woman went inside the building, looking like a library, where there was another woman sounding like a strict teacher I had at Southeast Raleigh Magnet High in the 2001-02 year, trying to give words of motivation, and just before the dream ends, there's a teenage girl with what appears to be a Surface tablet and it appears she is logged on to Twitter at a table, similar to a dream I had in the 2014-15 year, having brown eyes and brown hair, but she has no spoken lines as Agent 25 looks over her shoulder like a teacher. She also had a pink case to carry her Surface. I have a feeling this may have taken place in Hemet, California, as the villainous Sterling clan's mansion in SA-025 is there, and the dream suggested it gets turned into an underground library. It could also have taken place somewhere in North Carolina, too, where a building for villains may have also been turned into an underground library. I also have a tendency to throw DCs into my book as well, so I'll see what happens. Turning the Sterlings' mansion in my attempt at a YA novel into an underground library may not be such a bad idea. I don't mind getting dreams like this, personally. (For those who don't understand, YA stands for young-adult fiction. It is a popular genre of books amongst teenagers.)
Updated 12-18-2015 at 03:20 PM by 5884
I was walking around this old pool I've never seen before. I don't know if it's a public pool, or belongs to someone. My grandma and sister are standing by and edge talking about the sea crap in the pool. So I look and see sea weed. I start to tilt uncontrollably towards the water and I fall in, I swim anywhere, I can't find the surface, I end up in the shallow end on the other side from where my sis is. I realize there's sea weed gunk tangled on me, I pull it off, then realize there's an oyster suctioned to my inner fore arm. It's using it's mouth to suction on me. I tell my grandma and she says I need to take it off, then goes back to conversing with my sister. So I try to detach it from me, but it's stuck, I see that its mouth is a little open where it's suctioned so I go under water thinking water getting into it's mouth would force it to let go. I do this a few time and each time I come back up it's still stuck to me. So finally I pull at it with all my might and it snaps off, and I throw the mother fucker over the wood fence around the pool area. I feel relived at first but then realize that where it sucked to me is a dent where the pearl was, a red irritated dent, then I see an object making my skin protrude up. I instantly know the oyster put a chip into my fore arm, that was his purpose. I move my skin over the object but it stays in place. I swim panicked towards my sis and grandma and tell them the oyster put a chip in me, then they bend down and get a good look at it and mess with my skin, and they suggest to me to scape it out. I think to myself a better way to do this.