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10/27/2013, 10:00-7:00

This dream was from 6:00 to 7:00, because I woke at like 5:30 to my mom calling dad on the phone.

Dream 1:

I was in a store, sort of like Walmart. I was with my family. I was looking for a megaphone, and my brother R was looking for a nerf gun. We both went up to the checkout counter, where they had a bunch of stuff; mostly big nerf guns. There was a woman and a man there. I asked them what they had. They brought out a nerf minigun. Though it was pretty cool, R said we had it already, so they put it back. They then took out another one, which R didn't like, so they put it back, too. I then asked them for a megaphone, they said they didn't have one. I thought I saw one on the other side of the isle where the counter was, but they said it wasn't a nerf gun. I got frustrated and started leaving the counter.

I then turned into Bart Simpson in a room, that sort of looked like an attic. He was after a megaphone, too. I think he had one in his room, though. He used it in there, saying a few things. He then went to a field next to a small body of water. His parents were close by, as well as a lot of other people. Bart had a baseball, which he dropped into the water. As a ship floated by, Bart got into the water to get the baseball. I then saw a tentacle in the water, but it didn't concern Bart. Bart then grabbed onto a metal hook thing on the ship, but then, the octopus-monster started pulling Bart deep into the water. The only thing Bart still cared about, apparently, was getting the ball. Not getting to the surface. As Bart allowed me and himself to drown (I was part of him, sort of), he reached for the ball. We ended up drowning.

At that point, I turned slightly lucid. I wanted to try to get back into a dream, but I wasn't lucid enough, and I woke up.

After a 10 day dry spell, I suddenly remembered lots from my dreams last night, which has made me more hopeful for future endeavors. Good amounts of detail remembered from these two dreams.
The first thing I can recall doing in this dream is attending a class at school. It looked similar to my science class from middle school. I met a girl there who I quickly became friends with, though I can't remember anything she said. She had long brown hair and was, unlike a lot of the girls around her, wearing no makeup.
The girl and I walked down the school hallway, which also looked like my middle school. We heard a stern voice and looked over to see my high school Japanese teacher yelling at some students for not following the rules and listening to him. The girl and I then attended a version of my middle school English class, except that it was much bigger and more surreal-looking. They were handing out applications for college that let you skip a year and then take a two year course.
Naturally, I went to go grab a paper, but when I got up there all the papers were buried underneath heavy books and I couldn't get them off. As I was struggling, a kid I know told me to sit down because I was taking too long.
This next dream was a continuation of the previous dream, I think. If it was a different dream, it didn't feel like it.
I was outside now, this time at a warped version of my old day care. There were multiple cats walking around, mewing and staring at me. I saw my luggage opened up and arranged neatly on a nearby brick wall (I'm on vacation in real life right now). I explored a little and discovered a small tube with the top part of it cut off. Somehow I determined that I had to fill the tube with water to raise a nearby chain and cut the chain to get a prize. Sadly, I don't recall what the prize was. I also noticed a white cat with orange and black spots hanging out near this area, and I tried to pet it, but it ran off.
I then noticed a small toy on the ground. Picking it up, it turned out to be a Boo from Mario, except it was Blue in color. I opened it up and discovered small boo candies inside of it. this reminded me of a toy I have in real life that looks like a Mario mushroom and has mushroom candies in it. I sat down and looked at the candies, but then noticed four hunters with long beards, laughing and walking by. They glanced over at me.
"Hello!" one said, raising his gun.
"Sup," I said simply. They laughed and started walking away. "Have fun!!" I yelled. They laughed at that too and kept walking. They gave me a creeped out feeling. I woke up and was going to stay up, but fell asleep for a few minutes and had a little dream that I remembered upon waking.
I walked downstairs in the rental house we're staying at right now, and the guy who owned it and his kids were talking with my grandpa and laughing. I walked out to the porch, where my mom and dad were swinging. "He seems nice," mom said.
"What're we all doing right now?" I asked.
"Hanging out with you all!" dad exclaimed. And then I awoke. Not terribly interesting, but it's something!
Thankfully, this dry spell broke~

A teenage girl with long red hair is standing in a field at the foot of a mountain. The image changes to show her standing in this same field when she was younger, standing under a tree while her father spoke to her with his hands on her shoulders, while the rest of the family walked away into the woods and left her there. She was known as something like a witch. She shouts after her family not to leave her, and when she tries to calm herself down some sympathetic man - also present in the scenes where she's a teenager - tells her no, go ahead and shout that if it's what you feel, call what you see, refuse to be quiet, make it your power.

She's older now, and as a disembodied observer I'm watching her walk across that field towards the mountain, watching her from behind and I'm struck by the vivid colors of her now compared to when she was younger - the red hair in a thick braid now and down to her legs, the vivid blue skirts. She's walking past a wooden house with something going on in the woods on her mind, something urgent, possibly dangerous, her thoughts feel very determined and she's intercepting a group of people walking across the field towards that house - I think of them as the Freyhella (name taken from Wraeththu, but the resemblance stops at the name). As she walks towards them she takes a knife and cuts off her hair, right to the scalp. "With shorn hair," she says to them, the first words of a ritualized phrase, citing her right to be heard as one of them, as their neighbor, and as a 'witness' - a reference to whatever it is that's going on in the woods that she was thinking about earlier, and that she needs their recognition for. She ends by saying "Turn, and you can't yield to this," and she gets this hard expression I fall in love with.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Her again, in the woods, walking a path around some people at a distance far enough that she won't be seen, forming a protective symbol around them.

I'm walking along a road and find a dog walking around on its own, separated from its owner. I read the owner's name on the collar, and I bring the dog back into town with me, ask around after the owner and almost immediately find her apartment building. I ring the buzzer and ask her to come down.

When she comes down, she gives me some water to carry. The plotline's changed: there's no dog, we're going somewhere together, two distinct groups traveling together, I'm in one group, she's in the other. I can feel the added weight of the water in my backpack and am annoyed at having to carry more than I'd originally packed. Some of the people in the other group stop to get some water from a stream, and most of the people in my group find this disgusting. My IRL sister L., with my group, says there's nothing wrong with it, running water is clean; the rest of us disagree with her, saying that's not exactly wrong but not exactly true either, and then saying that it's a matter of belief. IRL sister S. says that's why she and her friends have agreed to stop believing in anything, it affects too much.

I'm at Daryl's old house in my home town. I walk inside, and it now becomes a big factory.

I'm now watching Connor McGregor and someone who may be or looks like Mike Pyle. It's the first couple of seconds of the fight, and Connor catches Mike with a right handed jab, which makes him stumble onto his backside.

Now I see Diego Sanchez (DS). I hear someone say that they miss the DS of old. DS says that he could win the belt once he beats Connor.

I'm walking outside, on a deck that's built above the water. I'm trying to make my way back to somewhere. As I reach the corner, I see that I'm blocked by 3 ladies. I think it's a ladies only entrance. Some of the ladies get up and allow me to pass. One of the ladies jumps into the water, so I decide to join her and follow. I reach a door and see a box. I open the box, expecting something to be inside, but it's empty. I wander around outside, searching for something.

Dana White has told me that when I go inside the factory no one will be there. I realise I won't be able to see any dream characters etc. (I think Dana meant, when I'm not in the factory people are there, but as soon as I enter, they leave

I try and sneak around through the front door to exit the back door to hopefully fool one of the fighters into thinking I'm not coming towards them. I start to wake up and I see the back door, but it looks like it's fading. I try to focus on the scene which makes it more vivid, but I lose it eventually.

False Awakening:
I check my iPod touch to see how long I have until I have to wake up. I guess the time would be around 8.50am, but it's 8.35am

Dream Fragment:
I fall over unco and I get back up.

The sky looms heavy with storm clouds, the ocean roars in seething restlessness below. I am standing at the edge of

the city, which is situated in cluttered layers. The lowest layer is one diamond patterned metal grate secured by chains. I overhear someone saying that there is another hurricane vortex forming at the base of the city and they are worried it will grow. Curiously, cautiously, I move to the edge of the grate and peer over the side. I see a swirling vortex a few hundred feet below, with each moment , the center deepens and the eye widens. I back away, suddenly the ocean rises to the underside of the grate, slapping at my feet. I grab a plastic bag that has a pair of rain boots and my cellphone as I hurry away, climbing up up to the next layer of yellow concrete. I run a few steps but feel like I'm forgetting something, so I turn to look and realize that the bag I keep my dream journal in is still down there. The roar of the water is tremendous, I drop back down and grab the bag by the strap, but it was caught underneath so when I tug on it the bag spills open. Cursing, I stuff the contents inside...and my phone slips out of the plastic bag.
I throw the strap diagonal across my chest and bend down to grab my phone, the water immediately absorbing the platform. With a surge of panicky triumph I throw myself up three more layers before the water gets me.

Here I am on the edge of lucidity, somehow the way I move my body, and the way I have my arm extended

overhead, keeps me from being submerged, I manage to surge with each new wave and stay above surface. The ocean consumes everything in great cross-hatching fluctuation. There is one extremely tall central yellow building and I progress toward it, I'm lucky enough that the water leads me to the mid-building entrance. I see it's a hotel, and many people have fled here as the roof may be the only high ground. I run up the stairs and pass by a hall with 8 elevator doors and go straight to some sort of check-in table. I kneel down in front of it and put on my boots, stuffing my phone into my satchel. I wonder if I should bother taking it with me, my journal is ruined now. I stay there for a long time, falling into a kind of distracted lull.

"What the hell am I doing?!" I think, surging to my feet, I have to get to the roof before the whole building is submerged.

I see my boyfriend swept away by a crowd of people, all headed for the elevators, a woman and her small son are at the tail of the group, all trying to press themselves into the only open elevator. I step to another one and push the button quickly several times. The doors slide open and I throw myself inside, punching the button that will take me to the roof. The elevator rises but water begins to filter in through every seam.

"Oh, of course!" I think sarcastically.

I am spat out onto the roof which is waist deep in water, there is no one else on the roof. I start swimming, noting the many ships out on the water exploding or simply sinking, then turning into dark blotches in the water. I paddle past one boat as it is bursting violently into flames and I'm worried that the oil in the water will catch fire and I'll be burned to a crisp.
I realize that I have separated from my body and am watching myself from high in the sky, and that I can choose to be above instead of in the water. So I do. My escape is that easy. I sail onward with effortless speed, the wind roaring in my ears.There are two boats not sinking, one is speeding out of view over the horizon and looks like a clipper ship. The other is a little motor boat pulling up to a fenced cliff's edge that survived the watery cataclysm. I direct myself toward it, a familiar Japanese man extends his arm to me, I reach down to take his hand and he guides me soundly to the deck.

"You're alright!" I cry, happy to see him again. With sweet amazement I realize that his boys are with him, part of me knows that

they died years ago in an accident but somehow this event has returned them to his care. Though they are extremely pale and a little grey. The youngest is three, there is a middle boy of about fourteen, and a nineteen year old. They all look so familiar but I can't figure out why. The two other boys greet me like a long lost family friend, and take turns giving me a hug before climbing to the other side of the fence with their father. He leans on the top board and tells me that the return of his boys was meant to be, then earnestly asks after my boyfriend.

"I don't know, I saw him on the sixth floor before I got in the elevator, but no one else was on the roof." I start to say that I

think he is dead, but there's a painful wrenching in my chest and I can't get the words out before I cover my face and cry.

"Maybe it wasn't meant to be?" The man asks me. I don't want to believe that though, I want him to have escaped.
"Maybe he made it to that other ship..."
"Sure, maybe." He smiles at me.

I look out over the water and on either side of it, like the banks of a river, there are great water-logged expanses of land. He explains that the waves overtook that too, but immediately began seeping away after stripping all the trees bare.

There's something about seeing many people crammed into a small space and getting ready to go on or are returning from a hunting trip, and ordering fast food. I wonder how long the stores of easy, familiar food will last and what these people will do when it runs out.

A nightmare from over the weekend:

I'm watching a TV show involving something supernatural, and the character in the show is looking at a TV screen with some monster/demon/spirit/etc on the other side of the screen, coming closer, intending to break through. It looks like a white-skinned (literal colorless white) woman with brilliantly red hair and this blazing sparking moving light where its eyes should be. I notice that I can see it not just on my TV but on all the reflective surfaces in the room, and I know it's really trying to break through into the real world. I try holding it back with various protective symbols and calling on various things (not Apollo, curiously, as that's been my go-to nightmare cure recently; possibly it's because this one's not on the theme of darkness like all the others were) but they're not very effective, I have the feeling it's only a matter of time. At the same time, the door at the far end of the hall is open - I came through it earlier - and through it I can see a woman laughing, different from the woman in the screen but I have the feeling they're related. Feeling like I don't have much time, I sprint across the hall, slam the door and lock it. The dream 'camera' zooms in on that image of the lock turning, and closely focuses on the feel of it - and then the scene isn't a nightmare anymore. The thing on the screen is gone, now it's showing the main character saying to his sister, "It's you and me, we're all we've got now."

At some point while I was watching the show (I can't remember whether it was before or after the nightmare part), I thought to myself that watching creepy things every week might impact your dreams.

(Woke up around 5:30, an hour after bed, with a high-pitched ringing in my ears that reminds me a little of TV static, so that was presumably the cause of this. Recall for the rest of the day was terrible.)

Tonight's dreams:

People living in tunnels who have to move due to some imminent danger.

I'm walking through this vast room, mostly filled with a pool of water, cranes are standing in it, and one of the people I'm with comments on the way one of the birds is holding its leg up out of the water, she says she bets it's pointing to something, we should investigate. I disagree, but investigate anyway just to prove the point. I float above the water, and pass various cranes pointing in different directions, meaningless. But at the far side of the room I meet a man, a traveler, who I start talking to and who decides to come with us; he's standing beside this curtained alcove, and through the white curtains I get a glimpse of this beautiful woman sitting on the stone floor in white robes, hair down to the floor, and at first I think she's wearing a mask, something representing the moon, and I think she must be a princess or a priestess. Then I realize that's not a mask, it's her face, beautiful and strange.

3rd person, that traveler and the man who I was in the previous scene are walking down a flight of stairs with a little boy running ahead of them. There's a festival, a sending on of spirits, which are these floating pale lights filling the room, sending them on involves covering them with cloth, and the boy reaches for one of them, but it's acting differently than the others. The traveler says that because this one had been killed, it would be wrong to send her on in that form. The light takes on the image of the little girl it had been, and starts talking to the little boy, calling him Koya, saying he's gotten older. He tells her he's not Koya, sounding frustrated, but one of the older men says quietly to him that she needs him to be the person she's waiting for.

Date: 19 Sept

Pre bed: 200mg valerian

WBTB: 60 mg caffeine (RB)

Non-ld fragment: I am trying to take a shortcut at night in this familiar from previous dreams city. In one of the dark streets, I run into criminal DCs with very bad teeth. A number of young people sitting on a bench agree to defend me if necessary and I go sit there. I find one of the guys extremely beautiful. We talk for a while, but they are leaving soon. I notice that his whole body is covered with small, shiny clear droplets of water and stare in fascination.

In love: Very deep sleep and my recall is not very good.

We are moving in the dorms because it is much cheaper. There are six beds in the room and a guy who already lives here. I ask if only two of the beds, ours, are going to be used. He confirms.

The dream goes on for quite a while with all kinds of thoughts about clothes, bathroom etc. Then it looks like more people actually live here and we will be sharing the room, now apartment with them. Someone opens the door and lots of DCs come in, new roommates, I think. This girl asks me questions about the admin, I don't understand what she is saying.

Bf is gone and this guy comes and talks to me. I realize that this is a dream but my mind is kind of foggy. I remember having thoughts about me being in deep sleep and that this is good for stability. The guy leaves and another one appears, I like him very much and remark that he shows some persistent DC qualities. He comes and goes several times but looks the same, gray t-shirt, black hair, some eyeliner even, a bit like Mark Terenzi. He also gives me a kiss. We talk for some time but my memory is really bad. The dream starts to fade, I lose my sight but I can still hear him. I tell him to keep talking to me, I will hold on to the sound. I can feel my eyelids and am careful not to mess this up, but soon the image returns. He gives me another kiss. The dream slips away again and I struggle to bring it back. He is on the other side now but looking totally different and there is another guy dressed with the same clothes and holding a similar colorful object. The dream fades and I fall into oblivion.

Falling: I am walking down the stairs talking to this DC. It looks like I have forgotten my handbag, I turn back and see it at the top of the stairs. I make it fly directly to my hands. The DC remarks that I am not supposed to do this while abroad. I have this warp-like feeling and realize that I never woke up from the previous dream. The B6 woman is also here in the background and I wonder if I should go and talk to her, examine her energy, and ask why does she always behave like that. At the same time, I don't want to waste too much time with her and risk things getting out of hand, so decide to just ignore her.

I am looking at a large modern glass vase that they are selling in this now shop and try to move it with tk, but not much success. I also try with an elegant china tea cup but I feel that I don't really want to be breaking these things. Finally, I remember Angel Falls and follow the plan of "here and now". The main idea is to use the turn your back technique. I already hear water running just behind me (like a fountain in a mall). I am in some sort of not very well lit mall too. I take a few steps back, concentrating on changing the surroundings. I actually slip backwards a few steps, which feels kind of weird and not very effective, but the surrounds begin to change a bit. I decide to facilitate the process of getting rid of the old scene and into a new scene by falling backwards.

As I do this, it's as if something immaterial swallows me and I enter void weightlessness combined with motion. I shortly see lots of greenery in front of me that is very similar to rainforest vegetation, but it quickly vanishes. I am speeding backwards in the void with this weird feeling of traveling through space at high speed. For a second my mind is totally blank and I feel stressed, I try to remind myself to keep cool, be patient as it seems to be taking too long and shortly pretend I am meditating. Then I try to concentrate on one of my visualizations and build the scene as I had imagined it. During the entire time of the experience, I hear the sound of falling water. It is much harder to concentrate and visualize than I thought, but I succeed in having lots of water flowing on me in the darkness now. I try to prepare the scene again even though it's not the right place where I actually wanted to start from. I am still flying backwards through space, this thing doesn't stop even if I expect it to. I briefly see the top of a barren hill with a non-human castle in the negative mood of some game or a game related dream. I don't want to be there. The falling continues and I finally find myself in bed. I stay still for a while but nothing happens.

Comments: is it just me or is it really hard to concentrate on anything while in the void. I have noticed this another time as well. The moment everything disappears, my mind also goes totally black and if my mind is blank...then there will be nothing to project around me. Maybe I need to think about stuff, rather than struggle to visualize.

I become fully lucid while doing my Apollo trick, and lose all visuals in the process - I have a sense of having a body, but there's no setting. (The Apollo trick is meant to get me out of nightmares, but I have no memory of any dream scene before this, except the thought that I 'lost' visuals.) I start floating close to the 'ground', although there's no ground, and a setting starts to form: the road outside my IRL home.

Memory gap. Next thing I remember is a non-lucid dream in a different setting, involving accidentally upsetting my IRL sister (my recall for this was quite long and detailed). Woke up at 5:37 AM, less than an hour after getting to bed.

Recall for the rest of the day was terrible. Vague fragments of dreams set in Being Human and Lost Boys, with a possible false awakening after the Being Human one - I don't remember 'waking', but I spent a dream scene trying to describe that previous dream. The only details I managed to remember: as Mitchell, needing a werewolf to briefly hold me down under the surface of a river, and the one I've got on hand doesn't live up to George in any way.

DILD
Dream ended - 8.40am
Time Lucid - 30 seconds
Non lucid - grey text
Semi Lucid - red text
Lucid - blue text

I remember being in a room. I could hear someone making noise in the distance, as if it was in another room.
Someone said to me that it was Lyoto Machida (MMA/UFC Fighter). He yelled out to us to let us know what he was doing. I think he was running the water in a bath, and it may have been the pipes rattling.

Lyoto Machida - UFC Fighter



[Scene Change]
I was on a platform in the middle of the water. We were all playing around with each other. Someone decided to raise the stakes, and pulled out a gun. The gun was a grenade launcher which explodes on impact. One of guys shot two people off the platform. The two people that got shot had left there gun's and ammo behind, as if it was a video game (Battlefield 3). I walked up to the gun and ammo, and tried to equipped the gun, but instead equipped the ammo. I tried again, and now had the gun in my hand. I shot the grenade at the feet of two people, and they went flying off the platform. They got back up onto the platform, still alive. I was lining up one of the guys and he was too, ready to shoot each other. I freaked out as I thought I might have been shot first. I was rolling around on the floor while still aiming. I ended up bailing and rolled off the ledge. As I was falling I tried to shoot him.

I was picked up by an inflatable boat. I was getting rushed to a medic as I must have been hurt. I suddenly realised that this wasn't right and that I must be dreaming. I didn't use a RC as I was certain it was a dream. I was now yelling out orders to the driver. The boat turned around and bounced off a wall. I willed the boat to go fast, which worked. I launched myself into the air to fly. I was idle in the air and saw a lot of people on a wooden deck. They must have been having a gathering. I flew towards the deck and started to fly higher. I could see everyone's head raise up in awe of me flying.

Dream ended.

Wednesday: Angel wings on someone, a wolf (me?)

-A man gets in water to heal, but apparently there’s some (light gray) stain left over that a woman points out on his chest. He thinks it may just be a stain on his shirt, but when he lifts up the shirt, the imprint is on his body too.

He’s at home and wondering how to tell his family.

-Someone (me?) is drawing in pen. They lean back and see that it’s a picture of Kabeyama (from Inazuma Eleven), but he’s a bit off on one side.

-A girl (possibly Ella) in a house talking (to me?).

Note: Still fixing my sleep schedule, so I’m tired lately and my recall/productivity is suffering.

1. I’m modeling and I look in a sideways full-length mirror hanging on a wall. My hair is long and brown, and I’m wearing overalls. I’m supposed to be modeling as a guy, so I’m not wearing a shirt underneath and don’t have breasts. I believe I had a conversation with someone before this.

There’s a box with a smaller black cat in it, and the cat is my best friend Pillywiggin. She was using her powers to turn a different color and to blend in to the box.

I remember leaning back against some pillows on a bed at some point, and there was mom’s heart-shaped pillow.

2. Cupping water in my hand and freezing it with the F8 key (after trying out other keys). I held up a chunk of ice and was showing it to someone.

Inspiration: 1) I was looking at some old pics of myself this week. I used to have long, brown hair in one of them. Bed/pillow comes from my reading on my mom’s bed every night.

Notes: I managed to get to sleep a bit earlier than usual but woke up early again. Since I am worried about oversleeping, I’ve been subtly shifting my schedule to wake up an hour earlier. Today was a tiring day so I know I’ll get to sleep pretty fast.

I was at my friends old house in c-town (Daz).

There was a baby that put some chocolate in the microwave. As the the microwave finished, I grabbed the chocolate and had a taste. I said to the baby, it's cooked just the way I like it (I was just being nice, it was a tad overdone).
I saw the baby eating the chocolate, but it wasn't the same. The babies arm was now the chocolate, and it started eating into the arm as if it was a normal thing.
I heard a voice sound out from another room. It was Daz's mum telling the baby not too bite into an artery, when eating it's arm. I told the baby not to worry about what his mum had said, and that it wouldn't hit an artery.

I was on a bus which was filled with water. I would somehow jump on something which would launch me into the air. This bus was made for some kind of time trial race. A friend Kayley was now with me, and others. We were all jumping on the launcher and having some fun with it. Kayley mentioned to a girl that was with us, that she may have narcolepsy, because when she would eat eggs for example, she would get all hypo.

Myself and Kayley were ready to get our official race going. I was waiting for her to drop into the water and race, but she was hesitant. Eventually she dropped into the water and went for it. I soon followed and felt other peoples bodies as I was trying to race, which made it difficult to get in the flow of racing.

Dream ended.

1. Impression of a boy who might have actually been a girl + something to do with soccer, and two bulleted lists

2. I ran out of my grandma’s house to escape from a scary dark-clothed shorter man. I’m running down her gravel driveway as he comes out the door. The scene jumps into one of me running down a road in heavy rain, I can barely see where I’m going. I believe it was dark out.

3. I’m in a big jacuzzi-like bathtub, my dad is off to the left. I think it must have been on a TV, but I’m seeing a scene of Xena and Gabrielle from Xena: Warrior Princess making out/as lovers.

4. I have to pee but I can’t go downstairs because the bottom steps are blocked off by a curtain because we’re bombing for bugs downstairs. Apparently the bathroom up here didn’t exist in the dream, because mom says I’ll have to use that one - she points to a bathroom squeezed in in the space between at the top of the stairs and mom’s cabinet.

I pull the doors (there were two) closed, but then realize I left the way to the stairs open, so I push the outer door back open (even though it doesn’t really block the way well). I’m sitting on the toilet but there is no door anymore. Mom looks in and I get really upset. I run to my room nearly in tears, slam the door (it doesn’t work right as usual, so I pull up on the handle as I do because it’s messed up) and throw shoes at the door.

Inspiration: #2) No idea but it was scary! Although the rain part was interesting, such heavy rain! #3) I get the feeling I saw something about Xena in the last few months, but before that I hadn’t thought of it in a while. #4) We sprayed for roaches this morning. I woke up at 6:40 before the spraying and went back to sleep so the dream came after that. Come to think of it, that’s the longest dream I’ve had taking place in a house I currently live in.

Notes: I had a hard time getting to sleep and woke up multiple unrestful times. x_x Just realized all the dreams but one involved water… I did sorta have to go when I woke up but not that bad. Hm.

Mmk, last nights dreams were pretty weird and I can barely remember most of them.

1.
My mom and I were out in the front yard where there were a bunch of old people, each with a different bright hair color (pink, blue, etc). It was like some gathering but they were all just standing/walking around and talking about Christianity and how my mom and I were a disappointment. We made fun of them together and I said 'awful purple!!' in this manly voice with an English accent and my mom started cracking up.

2.
Mom with me again, we were in a little seaside cafe. We shared a booth with an elderly husband and wife couple, and they were talking with my mom about her work and planning how they'd help her out.

3.
I was with a friend (not someone I actually know) in this strange house, and this large puppet/doll with a knife comes in. He's very threatening, but not attacking us, just keeping us there. We're just automatically assuming it must be some creature, like it's not too out of the ordinary for puppets to move around like that :/ But then something happens, not sure what, that makes it fall over and break in the middle. Inside is a creepy-looking guy with glasses and unkempt facial hair. Think he was a wanted criminal?? Anyway, way creepy.

My friend and I ran out of the house and the area was suddenly way different. We were on this raft in the middle of a body of water that was surrounded by tall buildings and broken down amusement park rides. There were lots of other rafts too, and a few boats. It was very dark, and there was a dense, foggy haze over the whole area and a sense of chaos but I'm not sure what was going on. There were lots of people trying to get to the boats. My friend and I got to one, and sat across from this man who seemed rather cheerful despite the circumstances. He said something about the weather, can't remember. I replied with something like, 'you're not allowed to say that unless you're a pirate!' and we both started laughing.

Sunday 9/8/13

Last night bed 11pm - 8:17am

DR 3:30
DV; running up the hill;
Going downstairs to get a meal from cafeteria with different stations. I pick thai food. I'm thinking of taking a pinapple and eating it in my room. There is also someone else.

DR 8:17am
I'm in a city swimming pool. (This time is acctually filled with nice, swimmingpooly water. Normally in my dreams it's not so.) There is a small boy with me. I know from being there before, that attendant can bring you a small semi-submersible furnace and a pile of wood we can burn and make hot water. So I pay the guy to bring the furnace. This little boy gets out of the water, standing there all shivering, wanting to go outside to collect fire wood. I tell him he must be crazy, he will catch a cold or something. So I pay the attendant for wood. He shows us how to pour water in one opening and how how water will come through other opening. (As I was waking up, I noticed I'm cold, but I kicked my sheet of my bed few month ago whe it got so hot at night. So now I was a bit cold, hence the hot water dream, which is common for me) Another family came to the pool, but I only see the woman. We hit it off right away and we joke about something.

DR - also remembered when I woke up
I'm walking down a street in my home town. I'm crossing the street to where the old grocery store used to be. Streets are empty. As I cross the street, not sure if I stumble, but I stay standing just a step from the curb, still on the street. Suddenly a huge construction equipment comes barreling down the street from direction I came from. It's dark yellow/orange color. The trailer is low, with some construction machinery. He is going straigh for the spot I'm at. At the last moment he turns the truck, I move my legs painfully slow and the trucks trailer misses me by width of a hair. I'm petrified. Then I watch him how he turned to the street on the left.

I walk into a tiny grocery store, that used to be there IWL. I walk around and look for candy I used to go there to buy as a child. I ask the lady at the cashiers, but they don't have it.

I'm going on a sidewald up a slight hill, to the righ of the store. Suddenly I'm in some kind of an armed conflict and concrete pieces of nearby tall building start to come down all around me. I may get hit by one of them.

Now I'm at the place, where my class had gathered. I lay down to rest, because I think I got hurt by that debree. I'm looking down through the hole in the ground into the classroom. I'm thinking my roomteacher is not there yet so I'm ok, but then someone whispers to me that she was there already all along. But she is ok with me laying down.

Now I'm with group of people. We are refugees from a war. Walking on the side of a building, looking for a way inside. I'm talking with someone, when I see the skies ahead of us turned orange in 2 spots. I start running and the person I was talking with thinks I'm being rude. I come to the railing and I see that the orange glow was from detonation of some large ordinance.

I'm thinking those were chaff bombs, and small, orbs of light start flying towards us and envelope us. I'm trying to make it to the door, but too late.

Now we are all inside. It's an abandoned residential highrise building. We settle in and try to make the best of our situation. Then another group of people approches and their leaders walk inside to talk to us, if they can take refuge there as well. I know there is probably enough space, but I'm worried about resources. So I stop their leader and tell him not to proceed, we need to discuss it first. But he is pushy and that makes me worried.