June 22, 2014 I was with a really mixed group of my friends; Zukin was there, as were at least two people from high school (my ex and Annie, one of my best friends), as well as some people I know from random times of my college career. We were all sitting at a table in some sort of large cafeteria-type place. Maybe a dorm's dining hall on campus? Now that I think about it, all of the people i nthe group, even the ones from highschool, went to my college, except for Annie. Anyways. I digress too much. We were sitting at a large table, deciding what to do for Spring Break, which was in a few weeks. Zukin and I suggested we all go to Germany and/or Austria. The group liked the idea of that, and so we loosely decided to make it happen. We all went our separate ways. About a week later (one and a half weeks until SB). I was walking around downtown, when i saw one of the girls from the group, a friend from high school (actually, from middle school! Wow. Known her a long time) was walking dwn the street with bright, bright orange hair. I asked her what was up, and she said she had gone to the salon to get her hair colored, and they'd told her she could walk around outside while the color set. She'd gone walking around, and forgotten to go back, and her hair had turned bright orange like this. She was skeptical about whether or not she would be going on the trip or not because of this. I told her it looked awesome (I love orange) and that even if she didn't like it, she could just re-dye it before the trip. She said she'd get back to me about it. Jump ahead about half a week, and I'm online, looking at flight prices. I found a super great deal, and booked it right away, then messaged everyone in the group about it. They all said they would get the tickets very soon... Jump again to the day before we leave for the trip; I am staying the night at Annie's apartment and for some reason my ex needed a place to stay that night, so Annie invited him, too. We all talked about the trip, and I found out that Annie had forgotten to get her ticket, so I was really worried that she wouldn't be able to go anymore, but we got online and found that tickets were still available for that flight. The next morning, we all met up at the airport. It's the same airport that's always in my dreams. This airport is... a bit hard to describe. It's got bits from all the airports I've ever been in, as well as some aspects of Grand Central Station in Chicago and some of the train stations Zukin and I went to in Germany (like the entrance of Stuttgart HBF) The airport is even more maze-like than most real airports, causing my dream self to have gotten lost multiple times... There are also two different runways that I've seen in this airport... Anyways, we got to Germany in one piece. I don't remember much about the plain ride. We got to Germany, and I got the rental car we'd arranged. Zukin and I went, by memory, to a campsite we had gone to in Austria before. But the road there was like the one in the beginning of Spirited Away. We were all in two cars, since we were so many people, and at some point the other car lost us. But at that point it was just one road and they couldn't go the wrong way without tearing through gobs of trees, so we didn't worry about them. Oh. Did I mention we were all in full larp gear? Well, we were. Apparently the campsite in Austria was having a special event for larpers. Zukin and I were trying to get them all into larp. We park the car when we reach the site, get out, and head toward the registration desk. There are so many people. It's more like a ren-fair than a larp event. At least, there were way more people than any larp event I've been to. We lost one of the guys in the group (oddly enough, the one person in the group that wasn't a person I know IRL) Mel (the one I've known since middle school) asked, "Where's Bret (or Brad. I couldn't hear too well over the noise of the larpers around us) Garrett?" "I dunno. The reservation is under his name though..." I waved my hand. "He'll be fine, and I can speak German so it's all good." We got up to the desk and I asked in German if we could check in. The women responded in English, with a pretty fake accent. "Name?" "It'll be under Bret (or Brad) Garrett." The woman, who was rather large but very very friendly looking, looked through some papers, and then handed them to me, adding, "You know, you can stay for free if you go into the woods, have a drink, and tell three strangers you love them." I went back to the group and told them about the deal. Everyone seemed pretty okay with it, and as we were heading toward the woods, Bret/Brad came hastily over, hiding behind us. "Those guys jumped out of nowhere and started singing weird shit at me...!" I turned and saw a group of young men, each with an instrument, singing love songs to Bret/Brad. I think the people from the other car were just joining us as I woke up. I was laughing at Bret/Brad.
June 20, 2014 Loud Soup I was in a really, really tall building. The room I was in was sort of sticking out of the building, so that the floor beneath my feet were some thousand feet in the air. I remember looking out the window and being terrified because there was nothing holding the floor up except that it was attached to the building's wall. I was with an old woman and her granddaughter, who was a little older than I am (I'm 22 in case you're wondering) We were eating soup, and I was for some reason swallowing REALLY loudly every single time. I tried to be quiet about it, but couldn't make my swallowing less noisy haha! She Got A COW?! I was living in a coastal city; there was a huge crane building something in the harbor, and there were two or three very, VERY large sailing ships. I was there with the backpacking group; we all lived there and worked on building things in town. We lived in dorms and our lives were fairly well controlled, but not oppressed. One day we had a field trip to a city along the coast; we were going to take a tour of a mall/factory thing. We all got on a bus, and a large screen reading 5100 turned on. As the bus moved, the meter ticked down (it was at 5010 or so when we got to the location) and it marked how far we could each walk for the day, but I don't remember what units it was in. During the bus ride, I remember turning toward the window to look out over the ocean, and as we crossed a large suspension-ish bridge, I could see the huge crane from our hometown, as well as the huge boats. When we got to the mall/factory, it was decided that Zukin would be our group's leader, and she started making really weird faces at us all. As I get off the bus, I make a note to myself to get a new wallet while we're at the mall/factory, since my old one was getting worn-out. So, Zukin had this weird look on her face basically the whole tour. It was a bit like that face you make when you're pretending to be a fish. We walked through the entrance into a large, high-roofed room with shops along the walls. It was oval-ish in shape, and we walked toward a hallway to our right. It led to a production line-type-thing where we learned how they took these large black stones and carved them along one edge to reveal bright, rainbow iridescent layers. Then they carved a flat line for a base to stand it up on, and then patters along the edges. On the other flat side, they carved it so that there was only a very, very thin layer of black on top of the next colorful layer. They then carved pictures into that edge. The pictures were all different, and because the black layer was so thin, what ever got carved out wasn't a deep cut, but still revealed the rainbow beneath, and so the pictures that were revealed were really colorful This about those scratch-away art pages that were so popular in the 90s. At the end of the tour, we each got one to take home. Mine had an anime-style picture of a girl with long hair and bangs leaning on her elbows. She was laying on her stomach on a bed, and a blanket was covering her from the stomach down. She was holding a book in her hands and looking at the POV with a surprised look on her face. Zukin got a cow on her picture. I was so jealous. Anyways, we all got food, as well. There was oatmeal and yogurt, and fruit and such. It was a very breakfast-y thing. I sat down at the table, so that Zukin, who was at one of the heads of the table, was to my right. So I was in the seat to her left. I suddenly realized that everyone else had sat on the other side of the table, not next to me. I suddenly felt really alone and inadequate and unwanted, and then I woke up.
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June 15, 2014 Fragment: Bell Bed I was at someone's house, and it was winter. They had heated floors inside as well as heated ground outside so that their yard would never have snow on it. Everyone in the house was going to go to a concert for my cousin's best friend, Aynes (she's got a pretty stellar voice). I remember that my mom and some other people had specific tickets, but I could probably get one at the door because they didn't think it was sold out... We get there, and I get a ticket, but I have to sit in the cheap seats because that's all that was left. Someone else was singing before her, but I don't remember anything significant about whoever it was. After the concert, there was a sign-up for some sort of military camp, and everyone in my group signed up for it. We all got shuttled off to a cabin and got assigned beds. I was in the top bunk closest to the door, which was apparently the "Bell Bed," and every time I got into or out of it, a bell would ring and everyone else would have to get in our out of their beds too. It was strange. I Trust You I was with Zukin in my home-town near my Oma's house. We got on a bus to go rent a movie from the Video Hits Plus, and she didn't know where it was so she turned to me and said, "I trust you." Fragment: Fish Food I was talking to Kristin and she was telling me not to feed Fishie, our beta fish, the little crunchier bits in the food we have for him. I asked why, and she said if he ate them, he would get bloated and die. I felt really horrible because I'd always been feeding him those, and I thought he was going to die. (as soon as I woke up from this one I groggily got up and checked on him to make sure he was alive and well, and then went back to sleep) I wanna get a Sammich My English class plus Zukin plus a few random characters I didn't recognize were all part of a secret, elite group. Each of us had some sort of super skill, and we all worked together to do good in various locations. There were about five locations in this dream, but I don't remember much about the first two. I just know they were there. The third place was weird, because to get to the bedrooms, we all would have to sort of pole-vault across a 10-foot-wide gap in the building. It was a sort of courtyard that was about 15-feet wide except for the landing we had to get to. We were on the top story (10-ish?) so the fall if you missed the landing would be pretty bad... One of the members of the group, a guy I didn't recognize from the real world, was being cocky and reckless, and decided to try to pole vault from about 10-feet left of the "runway" to make the gap a lot bigger. He ended up missing the little indent where you stick the pole, and couldn't stop in time, running right off the edge and falling. I yelled, "Call 911!" a few times, running around the top floor to tell people what had happened, and then went back to the runway. There were people coming out from the bedrooms on the other side of the gap to see what the commotion was. I called down at the guy (I called his name, but I don't remember what it was) and he moved a little. I was relieved he wasn't dead. I kept calling for him to move different parts of his body if he could, mostly to keep him from falling asleep in case he had a concussion. People were coming with ropes, and so someone was lowered down to help the guy up, but by the time they got down, the guy was already standing up and acting just fine, laughing about it even. I think he super skill must have been a hard head. An ambulance had arrived by the time he was lifted all the way up, and he was protesting that he was just fine, but I made him get in and get checked out just in case. The fourth location is a little blurry, but I remember that one of our group left because he was scared of something in that place. He had to quit permanently, but they would let him have a different job at HQ. He was going to be some sort of librarian/clerk. He got a giant pet lizard. On the third night being at this location (we spent on average about two weeks at each place, I think), there was a severe storm warning. Either a hurricane or a tornado, or some kind of unreal dream-world storm. We were all told to stay inside the building, which was at the top of a mountain. There were floor-to-ceiling windows lining the whole side facing the town we were located above, and I could watch the storm rolling in. Just before the storm was about to hit, Zukin, Robert, another guy, and I wanted to go get sandwiches. So we left. We went down a bunch of stairs and then an elevator, and then we came to the part that I hated: It was a perfectly vertical ledge, about 500-feet down.about five of our group had the skill to be able to jump down that without getting hurt, because they could absorb the force of the impact, or something. Those five would take the rest of us down by holding onto us and jumping, then jumping back up (the could also jump freakishly well, I guess) to get the rest of us. Robert and the other guy were two of them, so Robert grabbed me, and the other guy grabbed Zukin, and they both jumped down and set us down. I had screamed because I hate the sensation of falling, and I'd also been terrified Robert would lose his grip, so I basically straddled him around the upper body with my arms and legs. And then it was weird because he set me down gently and then nuzzled the back of my neck seductively before just walking off. At the base of that cliff was the checkpoint where we all had to check in and out every time we entered or left. We went to four of the computer consoles that lined a wall. We had to fill out Name, Age, Date, When we Joined, etc. The last part to fill out was a check-box style question: "There is currently an order to remain indoors due to inclement weather. Why are you disobeying these orders?" The options were all official-looking, like "Visiting sick loved one in the hospital" and "urgent business with a superior" or "with explicit exception from superior" and the last one was "I wanna get a sammich." We all checked that one. The computers gave us the green check that meant "Go Right on Ahead," and we made our way through the storm to the sandwich place, which made sandwiches just like a place on my college campus. We ordered our sandwiches to go and took them back to the "dorms" on top of the mountain. We ate them in front of the large windows, watching the rest of the storm. The last location from this dream was actually HQ. We got to stay there for a month, but still had to do good deeds and whatnot while there. I went to the office of my friend who left the group to see how he was doing. He loved life staying at HQ with his giant pet lizard. His office was messy and books were stacked all over the place. I was glad he was doing well, and went back out to the dining room where people were eating. I sat between Zukin and Robert. I think he and I had gotten into a relationship in the time between the storm and when we got back to HQ. I got half-way through my dinner and then needed to get something from my room, so I excused myself momentarily and went through the maze-like hallways to my room; I say "my room," but they were all co-ed communal bedrooms. I shared the room with 7 other people. I got what I needed, though I can't remember what it was. On my way back to the dining room (I had turned left and then right and was about to turn another left into the hall that led straight to the dining room), my watch beeped, so I did a reality check on reflex. I looked down; 12:00 exact. I rotated my wrist so I could no longer see the time, and then turned it back toward me; 11:32. I was dreaming! I felt that same rush of excitement and the destabilization of the dream, but this time I was within reach of something to touch; I remembered that touching things in the dream could help keep it stable. So I touched the wall to my right, and kept my hand on it as I took the next few steps. Then, when I felt like it was okay to let go without it going away again, I decided to try levitating. I jumped in the air, and clapped excitedly when my feet didn't touch the ground again. I floated through the halls, exploring in my lucidity. I went back to the room I slept in, and this time I noticed Zukin's blanket on one of the beds, so she must have shared the room with me. I wanted to find out who all was in this room, and so I hovered back to the dining room and asked, "Who all sleeps in the same room as me?" but I could feel the dream destabilizing. Zukin, Robert, Melisa (another of my classmates) and three other people raised their hands, looking at me like I was stupid, and then I woke up. After I wrote down my lucid dream, I fell back asleep for about 45-minutes: Fragment: Bike Ride Zukin and I were going to go from our University town to her house about 40-minutes away, but we were going to ride our bikes there instead of driving. And we were going to do it at night, apparently. I was trying to pull up directions for taking back roads, since bicycles on the highway would be a dumbass thing to try (we do dumb things but we're at least smart enough to know what will DEFINITELY kill us). I called up Moonie, a friend I met online, to get the directions (why she would know the directions, I dunno). We were stopped at a stoplight this whole time. I remember the light turning green and then the fragment faded. Fragment: High School Hospital All I remember was wandering the halls of my high school, but it was Dream World version of my high school. I remember it being like that in all the other dreams about my high school. I was in the wing that, in real life, is the art wing, but in Dream Life, it looked like the corner stairs nearest to the cafeteria; the main stairway in the building because it connect the three portions of the school. Anyways, apparently the school was a hospital for the summer, and some random guy asked me where the "Cardiovascular Brain" Center was, and I told him I had no idea because I didn't even know there was a temporary hospital here in the first place.
June 11 Fragment: Killing Three Birds I was in my neighbor's back yard, except it was thickly wooded, with two guys. I think I had a crush on one of them (but I don't remember much else about them). The other guy kept shooting endangered birds... I told him to stop, but he killed another; three total. He said it was so we could eat have a whole bird for dinner that night. A ranger came by and the guy hid the birds. Then we left. Fragment: Shooting Stars and Fireworks I was with Kristin and her boyfriend in my driveway at night. There was going to be a fireworks show in the neighborhood, so we were getting ready to watch. As we looked up, Kristin saw a shooting star. I looked up, and there was this huge fireball shooting star. When Are You Due? I was with Zukin in the back room of my Oma's house, where the kids usually play. She had this little contraption with her, that would act as a baby, or something. It was a project for school; she had to take care of it for a month. I helped her watch it and take care of it; I was feeding it in my dream (how one feeds a small bean-shaped ball of metal/plastic, I know not), and burping it. At the end of a month, a little age meter on the side of it would read one-year-old. For some reason, we had to leave Oma's really quickly, and Josh was there to drive us to my house. Except when we got to my house, something was wrong, and so he drove us along the path through the "park" behind my house, and when it went through the woods, he went off the path, downhill. I remember thinking, Oh dear lord! and clutching the side of the vehicle. It was a sort of dune-buggy type thing, and I was sitting in the back seat to the right, while Zukin was sitting behind me, facing backwards (like in a golf cart. Actually, maybe we were in a golf cart. It's a little fuzzy). Josh hit a small bump and Zukin nearly fell out, so I offered for her to come sit with me. She says, "Oh my Bhuda, thanks," and instead of sitting next to me, she sits on my lap. I'm still holding the "baby" contraption, and we pass a family who is having a picnic in the woods behind their own house. They say hello nicely, and so we stop for a moment to say hello back, and the mother sees the "baby" and asks me, "Oh, when are you due?" With a cheerful smile. "Uh. In a month?" I was confused my the question; apparently they gave those contraptions to all women who were pregnant with their first baby, too? She thought I was pregnant. We left then, and Josh was worried that those people were going to call the police because we were driving a golf-cart-thing through their property, but I said, "Don't worry, these are all nice people. Besides the woods have always basically been free for all to use." Adultery and Burning Dogs I was a married man living in one of those cookie-cutter homes in a development. It was winter. I was having an affair with the neighbor's wife, and neither of our spouses knew about it. As far as they were aware, we just spoke friendly with each other like good neighbors should. One night, I was in bed with my wife, and she was fast asleep. I was wide awake, and wanted to be with my neighbor, so I snuck out of the house through the front door. I had my PJs on still, but had put on a pair of nice dress shoes because I didn't want my feet to get cold. I was careful to be as quiet as I could be, but the snow was unbearably loud. Every step I took was about 10-times louder than it should have been; I was afraid my wife was going to wake up, so I tried to hurry to the neighbor's driveway, which was much better plowed than ours was... I was almost there when I saw a light turn on inside, and my only thought was "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT." I hurried around a corner, and just as I was turning it, I saw out of the corner of my eyes the door opening and my wife looking out, spotting me, and getting that crazed look on her face. The feeling that overwhelmed me is really hard for me to describe. It was the kind of feeling you get when you get caught while in the act of doing something bad, and still run away as fast as you can but as quietly as you can. Maybe it was more like the feeling when you're playing a game of hide and seek with your friends, and you know they're almost done counting even though you haven't found a good spot, and so you panic and rush and do silly things, all while trying not to let the seeker hear your distress; that excited but frantic feeling. It's like... I knew there was absolutely nothing I could say to justify my being about to enter the neighbor's house (when my wife and I both knew that our neighbor's husband was out of town on a business trip for another day and a half). Rather than going inside the neighbor's house, I run around in a roundabout way to confuse my wife as she followed my footprints in the snow, all the while avoiding the dog, who was sleeping right outside the door, and then got cornered and crouched behind a bush. It wasn't a very good hiding spot because the pine needles of the bush were thinly distributed. I could see beyond it just as well as my wife would be able to see me if she looked; and I knew she was looking. It's dark, maybe she won't actually be able to see me... but just as I thought that, the moon came out from behind a cloud and my wife looked right at me. She walked toward me menacingly. I noticed for the first time that she held something red in her hand; a grill lighter. I was freaking out that she was going to set fire to our neighbor's house (I guess she was a bit of a nutter even before I had the affair. Maybe that's what made me cheat on her in the first place. Who knows)... But she looked at me, and then at the dog, and then back at me. She grinned evilly, crazily, and bent down to set fire to the dog. She held the lighter out in three different spots, the way you would light a fire; cover more area. Amazingly, the dog didn't wake up until its fur was already catching. I ran out of the bush to try to pat the dog out, and my wife laughed and then went back into our own home. The dog was whimpering and I finally managed to get the fire out, leaving the poor thing with only minor burns. I opened the front door to my neighbor's house went inside with the dog, and got it some water before heading to the bedroom. I knew where it was because I'd been there many times before. When she heard me approaching, and called out, "Honey, is that you? What are you doing back so early? I thought you'd be out for another day or so?" And then she came out of the bedroom, saw me in my messy PJs, the dog with her burn marks, and my slightly dazed expression. "What happened?" She asked, walking toward me. Then I woke up. Fragment: Drain-O I was volunteering at an elementary school with Zukin, and there was some sort of sickness going around. It was deadly, and all the kids had it, and the teachers were catching it as well. For SOME reason, the cure to this sickness was a hat I had on; it was a bright orange ball-cap, and if I wore it, I was immune to the sickness and anyone who looked at me would be cured. Dream logic FTW. But the hat got ruined somehow (I don't remember how; it may have already been ruined when the dream started), and Zukin and I were trying to fix it. Eventually we did fix it, but Zukin had clogged the drain in the sink somehow, and it was like new again, and I put it on. It looked normal on me, but when Zukin tried to wear it, it turned into this floppy green thing with white lace hanging over her ears and part of her forehead. So I put it back on, and we called the Kindergarten teacher into his office, where we'd been working. "We got the Cure-Hat fixed! But the sink got clogged." "No worried, I have Drain-O." The teacher (who was attractive in that way 50-yr old men can sometimes be) took a tiny bottle of Drain-O out of his pocket (why he had it, no one knows) and put a few drops into the sink, which had water all the way up to the brim. Those few drops were somehow enough, and it instantly started to drain. The Drain-O smelled EXACTLY like liquid NyQuil.
June 08, 2014 Kebab Gets Sick I was with the backpacking group, drinking in an old house. I think the house belonged to one of my family members, or someone I knew, but I can't remember who it was. The house had a very modern feel to it, even though it was old. We were all on the second floor, and suddenly Kebab said, "I forgot how sick this stuff makes me..." and goes to the upstairs bathroom, but he gets worried that it won't hold all of his vomit (I laughed out loud as I wrote this out) and so he tries to get to the bigger bathroom downstairs, and... well, let's just say he left a trail, and it was disgusting. I must have blotched out the part where I cleaned it all up. I remember being on the stairs at the point where it turns (it was one of those kinds of stairways), hearing him vomiting all the way to the bathroom, and then more in the bathroom. I remember thinking, Oh God, I'm going to have to clean this up... And then I remember being back upstairs with Zukin, Penny, Ivan, and a friend of his, who was in my own grade instead of a year below me, like all three of the others are. I was telling them all about my Dream Journal, and gave them all my DV username so they could find me once they joined the site (Zukin and I were recruiting them all). Suddenly, I was in my high school cafeteria, just as I am saying the last five letters of it; "E-L-K-A-T..." And then someone on the complete other side of the cafeteria yells, "E-L-K-A-T!" And then someone else yells it from another side of the room, and soon the whole room is shouting "KESTRELKAT! KESTRELKAT!! KESSSSSTRELKAAAAATTT!!!" It was so strange. Murder at the Musical A friend and I (at the beginning, I don't remember who she was, but toward the end it was one of my friends from college) were acting in a musical about a crazy King who tries to kill his daughter and her friend. My friend plays the daughter, and I play her friend... Her dad plays the crazy King. Can you see where this is going yet? Anyways, we find out that her father is trying to kill us; He is going to do it right on stage and get away with it because people will think it's just really good acting. Or, it may have actually been that he was going to actually kill us in order to make it the best show ever. I can't remember exactly which it was, or if it was both. In the musical, the crazy King pretends to be the painting in his daughter's room in order to get her and her friend while they are off-guard, and he jumps at them with a knife, killing the friend first, because he knows his daughter wouldn't dare to avenge her friend and he could easily get her right after. Everyone else in the play found out her father's plan, and was trying to help us. We couldn't go straight to the police because they wouldn't believe us if we did. So we all continued with rehearsals as planned, to formulate our plan and also to keep her father from finding out that we knew his plan. We had to all live in the building in which we practiced, and we weren't allowed to leave at all. It was an abandoned warehouse that was for some reason located on my home street. When it was time to do a sort of official advertising for the musical (there was a local musical association, and they held an event where all the main characters of the various plays and musicals being put on would gather and try to sell tickets to people passing by on the street), my friend and I left the building (since we were main characters, and her Father could not keep us hidden away with the rest of the cast). Her father was already there, and we were to meet him. We decided we would expose him today, because there would be many people and policemen to help us, and he wasn't really a good actor anyways so he wouldn't be able to lie his way out of it. The event was being held a couple blocks away, and so my friend and I had to get up the hill on my street. We were having a very hard time doing it, because of our bulky costumes, so we put on roller blades that we apparently had hidden in the bulky dresses we wore. The going got much faster then. When we reached the top of the hill (that's where it meets the street on which the event was held), we saw that there were many, many more people than we had expected. Even better; more witnesses to his horrible lying and more support for ourselves. We found a policewoman and explain what was going on, and we led her to where my friend's dad was, in his ridiculous costume (like this, just he was a painting of a rather creepy looking clown, and the frame was almost as big as he was). We exposed him, and the police took him away. They told my frind and me that we should get the rest of the cast and crew, so that we could all go to testify at the station. We go back to the building, gather the others, and get on a bus to get to the police station. As we walked to the bus stop, we all decided that we would have to find another musical to perform in, and that we would stick together because we had become like family. When we got on a bus, and it started moving, a man that had been sitting on a bench at the stop moved with the bus. He was outside of the bus, but moved as if he were in it, even swaying as the driver used the brakes too heavily. I stared out the window at him, and he stared back, grinning. Every time we stopped at a bus stop, the man would appear to adjust himself in his seat of air, so that he looked like he was just sitting at the bus stop. He was describing something to me, and it was strange, because I could hear his voice in my head again. But, I can't remember what he was describing to me. He wore a patch-filled jacket and had a sing-songy voice, but I didn't realize until I was awake that it was the same person from my Gangster Pimp story, who may have been The Face from another dream I had. The leader of our little troupe suddenly told us all to get off the bus, quickly. In the confusion, the man whom I will call The Face until I learn his real identity vanished. I reach my troupe and find that they have been confronted by a group of white men and women (my whole troupe, except for my friend and me, was black, with only 1 or 2 women). They stood in lines facing each other, with the leaders of the two groups standing opposite each other. It seemed everyone in my own group had a counterpart in the other group, except for my friend and me. I suddenly know that our leader had taken s off the bus because he'd seen the other group waiting to get on it, and wanted to avoid a confrontation; but the leader of the other group had also spotted him getting off, and had stayed, just to pick a fight. "What are you doing with these little white girls, eh? You messin' with them?" Their leader turned to me. "They messin' with you, honey?" "We're their friends," I say. "Oh really?" "We're in a play- a musical- together." The other group collectively mocked me and I saw some of their members push some of my friends, so I tried to make myself a human barrier between the two groups, hoping I could stop a fight from happening. The other group members were saying really nasty, rude, and disrespectful things about my friends, and I could see my group beginning to get angrier, but they didn't make any moves. Then, I saw my group's leader's thoughts for an instant; but it was enough to know that he and his friends had been in a bad situation before joining the musical cast and crew, and they all wanted to live better lives now. "Just ignore them all," I said to my friends, while staring into the eyes of the opposite group leader. That all went on for a few more minutes, and the situation was looking so desperate that I turned around and hugged as many of my group members as I could, crying. I guess the antagonizing gang must have gotten weirded out by my show of affection, and they left with the grumblings of an aggressor who doesn't really want to open that can of worms anymore. We all sat down to wait for the next bus. People sniggered and talked bad about me, as if what I'd done was the stupidest thing they'd ever seen, and I snapped at them all, "Shut the FUCK up! What would you all have done?! Run away? Watch your friends get hurt?" My group leader ruffled my hair and the rest fell silent, just like my group was. It was all very sober until the bus got there. I sat at a window seat, with the leader to my right and my friend to his right. I remembered my leg brushing his, and realizing I needed a shower REALLY bad because my legs were prickly as fuck. Then I woke up.
Updated 06-10-2014 at 07:14 AM by 69491
June 07, 2014 Yellow Two-Tailed Alpacas I was in a rural area, walking along a country road with my mom. To our left was a field, growing something that looked a lot like corn, but I wasn't sure what it was. To our right was a wooded area with some small cottages along the road. I spotted a deer in the woods and pointed it out to my mom, who then fell behind because she was watching the deer, who were going the same direction as we were, but more slowly. The woods to my right ended, and there was an open pasture with a small house on stilts. Just past that was a steep hill (the base of the hill was along the road), about 15 feet high, with a fence at the top of it. There were sheep mulling about inside the fence. I could only see the ones that were right at the fence, because it was higher up. I noticed a hole in the fence a little further down, and walked toward it. When I reached it, I met a little girl who looked a bit worried. She didn't say anything to me, and when I looked behind her, I saw a large yellow alpaca with two long tails and very long fur. It had gotten out through the hole in the fence, and I helped the girl coax it back in, though we didn't have anything to fix the fence with, and did the best we could to block it with random stuff. I heard a dog-like sound in the distance, and wondered out loud if it was a wolf. It sounded very wolf-y to me. The little girl said it was just a neighbor's pit bull, but when it got closer and barked again, and then howled, we both knew it was wolves, and so we turned to find that little house on stilts in order to warn the woman who lived there that her flock was in danger. She was worried as well, and said she would drive over to get someone to help her fix it before the wolves got to her flock. But it was about to storm, and so she offered for the little girl and I (and my mom, who was just now catching up) to stay in her home while it rained. As we sat in the cottage, after maybe 10 minutes, there was a knock on the door, and the sons of one of my mom's high school classmates, Charlie and Andrew, came in soaking wet. We all wait out the storm inside the little cottage, and the little girl tells me she has a crush on the younger of the two brothers, and I tell her it's a bad idea because he's a pervert (hahaha! He's not IRL). Once the storm had passed, I was sitting on the front porch (more specifically, laying on my stomach), looking at some papers that were on the porch. I hadn't noticed them on my way in, so I wondered if someone might have left them while it rained. I can't remember what the papers said. There are also a lot of little folded paper stars in yellows, whites, and pastel blues. An old man in a straw hat came up to me and said something unnerving, but I can't remember what it was. Honestly, I can't even remember if it was unnerving or not, but whatever he did say made me go back inside. I'm not sure whether the following was part of the same dream or a new dream that blended with the other one by the time I woke up. Nice One, Zukin I was in a small cottage (though I don't know if it was the same cottage or a different one), or rather, I had just walked into one. About 7 women were seating in a circle, holding hands and chanting something I don't remember. They had me join them, and it was a bit weird, because I didn't know the words and it felt very cultish to me. Once that is done, all the women smile and we eat some food. A young man came in and was getting food, and sat down on a couch near me, putting the plate on his left knee. He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking (which was, What the heck was that chant?), and said, "It's something from the bible, from Genesis." I have no idea if it actually was, because: 1. I don't read the bible, and 2. I can't even remember what the chant was anyways. It's at this point in the dream that I remember that Zukin had been kidnapped by an enemy country of the one I was visiting. I didn't dream this, but I knew that I had been there for about a month (Zukin was kidnapped on our first day in the new country) and had been training with the country's military so that we could get Zukin back. Then, I am out of my body, watching scenes of Zukin's past month; she is training with the enemy army, too, and getting very close to the young General of their forces. She soon becomes his trusted right-hand-man, so to speak, and I can see that he is romantically interested in her. I see this all in my dream, but, as in one of my other dreams, my dream-self knows nothing of it. Then, I see the enemy country preparing for battle; they are going to invade the country I'm in. Because both countries are located on the largest islands of an archipelago, they have to get here by boat. Zukin and the General take up the lead. They both have individual boats (they are driving Stocherkahns with a modified pole that has a wide fan at one end, which I saw them using to turn and maneuver better among the rocks and islands), and the rest of the army is organized 10 people to a boat with two people propelling it to make up for the added weight. Suddenly, Zukin makes her boat pull ahead of the General's, and cuts him off, causing him to tip. She zooms ahead, laughing and cheering about how she fooled him and how she could finally get back to her vacation (since we were on the island for vacation). Then I am back in my dream-self's body, and I'm standing at the top of a stairway leading right into the water (it was like this in shape, but of stone, taller, and steeper. There was a metal railing along the top parts, as they were look-out spots). I don't know exactly why I am here, except that I felt I should be here. Suddenly, I see Zukin's boat rush by, and she jumps off of it and onto the stairs, running up and warning me that enemies were coming. I'm so happy to see her alive and well that I barely realize when the enemies have crowded the stairway. This would have been their infiltration point. The General jumps up onto the first step of the stairs and his army stays in the their boats behind him. Zukin hands me one of two spears she had been holding, and the General asks her why she has betrayed him, and that he thought she loved him. In response, Zukin throws her spear at him, which he just barely dodges and catches. Then, for some reason, he puts it between his leg like someone pretending it was their huge dick. "But I love you!" He said. "Come back to me, please?" Zukin walks along the wall to the right of the stairs, all teasing, and says, glancing back at me, "Well, he is kinda cute, isn't he?" And I have to agree, because he is pretty darn good looking from what I can see. But I just grin and don't answer because I know exactly what she's going to do. It was a telepathic moment. The General heard what she said and looked all hopeful, but then Zukin, to whom I had tossed my spear, jumped over the railing over the stairs, aiming her spear at the General. Except she tripped on the railing and fell very ungracefully on top of the General, knocking him into the water. I laughed so hard I think it woke me up. The other dream I remembered was rather distressing but I'll share it anyways, because I want to make sure it gets recorded. My Ex This dream was really weird, and not very fun. I was back at the apartment I had shared with my ex and two other people (long story short, we broke up like two months after moving into that place so it was awkward because neither of us could find a different place at the time of the year), but it was the current me, not the me that lived there. If that makes sense. I was sitting in the living room, watching something on TV (I think) and my Ex (current Ex, ie, knowing we are not together anymore) came into the room, sat down, and after a few moments, asked me if I would help him move something heavy in his room. I said sure, because I was the only other person home who could help him. When we got to his room, he closed the door and locked it, and you can all guess about what happened next. I didn't fight it, because I didn't want to hurt him, but I definitely didn't want it, either. (He would NEVER do this IRL, btw. Even when we were together, he always got verbal consent) I left the apartment after that and went home for the week, since we didn't have any classes. I didn't want to be in that apartment. But my mom had something he'd left at my house a while ago, when we were still together, so she brought it up to the apartment and left it on a table, and then we left. Lastly, there was a fragment about a pile of mail on my bed. Two were for me, but they were junk, and then there was one addressed to my house, but for one of my best friends from high school, let's call her Rebecca. I didn't know why it was for her but also to my house.
Updated 06-07-2014 at 11:45 PM by 69491
June 06, 2014 Hippopotamuses EVERYWHERE I was at home, and it was getting dark but I didn't feel like going to bed. So I got into my car and started driving. I went down to Doug Ave, and headed north. When I passed the light at Patty St, the road was different from the way it is IRL. Instead of being wide and non-residential, there were houses on both sides, more like the street I live on. But that wasn't the weird part. At the light, I saw the first one of them: A lone Hippopotamus standing at the edge of the road. As I drove on, there were more of them, and eventually I had to stop because there were so many of them, all over the road. They were in the road and in driveways and shuffling about slowly as large beasts often do. I know hippos are dangerous animals, but these ones were more like kittens. They came up and sniffed the car and then left, leaving me alone for the most part. I was amazed, and drove back to where ever I had just come from, where some of my friends were. "Guys!" I shouted. "Guys, there are hippos ALL OVER THE PLACE down on that street. Ugh what's it called? The one with the sketchy gas station where they sell rugs and tapestries!" (I couldn't remember the name of the street for some reason, so I was trying to describe it. But I remembered it anyways) "Doug. They're on Doug Avenue! Come on!" And so a few of them get into my car (Zukin is there, she sits shotgun) and I drive them to where the hippos are. One of the people living in one of the houses to our right came out of their house and fed one of the hippos a carrot. She patted it on the head and then waved at us, before heading back into her house. A hippo came up to the car and playfully headbutted the passenger's side front window (Zukin's) like a kitten headbutting their human. It was all rather awesome. Bus? All I remember from this one is that I was on a bus with a bunch of random people. Ice Test I was taking a test of sorts; it was like an obstacle course with puzzles scattered around, which I had to solve. All the tests were on a huge ice-mountain. Everything was made of ice, and had an ethereal glow to it. I don't remember much of the actual course, but I do remember the last part. I seemed to like it so much that when I got done, I did the last part four more times, at least. It was a series of switchbacks in the ice, and we were supposed to get down as fast as we could. So I took off the jacket I had been wearing and used it as a toboggan, sliding down. The last time I went on that part, I looked over the ledge at the city below me. It was night time and the ice-mountain was lit up, and so was the city below. We were so high up that the city looked like it does from inside and airplane. I looked to my right, where there was a barrier of some sort made out of lots of randomly sized and placed cube-like shapes. They had about the same shape as a Companion Cube, but a little more exaggerated in terms of the corners that stick out. I wanted to see what was "out of bounds," so I started climbing around the ledge to see what was past the cubes. After about ten feet, it was getting a lot harder to climb, and I didn't want to fall, as there was no path below me, only a really really really far drop, and it looked like there wasn't anything further on, anyways. I figured that if there had been a cave or something, I would keep going, but since there wasn't, I turned back and went down the ice switchbacks again. At the bottom, the "teachers" were handing out our grades for the course. I had taken it before, and gotten 98% on it, and since I got 98% again this time, I technically failed it. You only passed if you did better than your best score so far. I didn't care though, because the 98 from the last time was good enough for anything I wanted to do with my life. As I was walking along another ledge at the bottom, I looked out at the city again, which was a little bit closer, but still really small-looking from high up. Then I woke up.
Updated 06-07-2014 at 06:38 AM by 69491
June 05, 2014 Whoa, 6 Dreams (well, some Dreams and some Fragments) remembered! Blue Pool I was with Zukin and some people who claimed to be high-level Dreamers, and we were sitting on a sofa, talking about Lucid Dreaming (funny that we were talking about it but I didn't realize I was dreaming). Then we all moved to a room that was a pool. The whole room was a giant pool with a walkway down the middle. The tiles in the pool were mostly deep blue with some red ones. There were signs being made (like actual signs. Road signs.) somewhere in the room. They were popping out of a conveyor on the other side of the wall. I think I might have realized I was dreaming, but I woke up immediately. If I did realize, it didn't last long. Circus! I was a kid again in this dream. Maybe 10-14 years old. My dad and brothers were going to a circus. We walked into the lobby of the building it was in (it was on some upper floor of a large building). There were three other children there, with their guardian (I wasn't sure if it was their parent or not) in the lobby. We got into the elevator, the walls of which were lined with that yellow foamy insulator you find in crawl spaces and whatnot. We got out of the elevator and then sat down in this little play corner that was actually the seats for the audience. You were supposed to climb up to any seat we wanted. It's a bit hard to describe, but think of side-scrolling video games where there are ledges you have to jump up to and whatnot. So I'm trying to get up to the perfect seat, but I can't reach it. Then there were two fractions of dreams: One about playing my music over speakers, and another about sleeping downstairs in my laundry room. I was only wearing underwear (no bra) because it was really hot, and my dad came in and got all embarrassed. But I was still half asleep and still tired so I threw on a shirt and went to sleep in the car, since we were going somewhere that day. My mom was already sleeping in the back, so I just curled up in the passenger seat. Just Don't Tell my Mom, Okay? I was a student in a classroom, high school, I think. We were in the middle of class, and two punks had barged in; They were pushing my classmates around, badmouthing everyone, and extorting money from them and being general jerks. Eventually I got fed up with it and yelled at them from across the room, "You two need to GET. OUT." One of them got all bashful and apologized, getting ready to leave, but the other (the taller one) just stood in the door way with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down his nose at me. I planted my feet and glared right back (I am short, so this must have been hilarious to watch), until he averted his gaze and then left, grumbling. About an hour later, another punk came to my classroom, and yelled, "Which Bitch is that told my boys to leave?!" Like an idiot, I stood up and said, "It was me." The guy looked like a Gangster Pimp. He took me out in the hall and I felt like he was gong to beat me, so I started to run away. I felt like a rabbit being chased by a wolf, and it felt hopeless. It felt like no matter where I ran, he would find me, and then beat me, rape me, verbally abuse me, who knows what. I eventually got to a door leading out of the building. It opened to a slope, exactly like the one Zukin and I slid down on our butts in Austria. It was steep and the soil was dry, and there were trees scattered sparsely. I slid down the slope, using the trees as check-points of a sort to control my path downward. I got to the bottom and looked up to see if he was following. He was inside still, I could see him glaring down at me from inside the door. It had started to rain, so I assumed that he wouldn't come out in order to keep his clothes clean (Or rather, his voice was in my head saying "The only reason I'm not going and getting you out there is to keep my clothes dry, bitch."). I started running to my left, and turned when the building made a corner. Around the corner was another door into the building. I figured I would go in and try to get a teacher. As I ran toward the door, to my right I heard a voice say, "You don't have to run. You have the power to manipulate him." I turned to see a man floating in the air. It looked like he was sitting in an invisible throne in the air. He had on clothes that appeared kinda jester-like. But more ragged. Colorful patches everywhere, a funny hat. His hair was long, for a guy, and messy. He has a sing-songy voice. I ignored what he said because the Gangster Pimp was going to kill me if I didn't keep running. I keep running, and I almost reach the door, but the Gangster Pimp comes out of a door a little further down and starts running after me. It's still raining, but we're under an awning now. I'm no longer safe, in the rain. I try to reach the door but he catches me just before I get there and corners me. "I'll teach you to mess with my boys!" He threatened, cracking his knuckles. "I didn't touch them! All I did was make them leave!" He hit me on the left side of my face. "Shut up, bitch! I'm a pimp and I protect my boys!" I didn't know what else to do, so I started begging and apologizing. "I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just don't hit me again...!" And then out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of my old high school teachers coming outside. "Help! Help, Hafer! Mr. Hafer! This guy...!" But he didn't hear me at all, or else ignored me (which he wouldn't do; he was one of the best teachers I had in high school). He walked back inside, and I felt so alone. The Gangster Pimp raised his hand like he was going to hit me again, and I yelled, "You would hit a girl like that?!" Suddenly he got all sheepish. "D-don't say it like that!" He stammered. Suddenly I was scolding him. "And this is a new piercing. Do you know how much it hurts to get hit over a new piercing?!" "I'm sorry..." "And besides you should be in class!" "Yes Ma'am..." "Before that, go apologize to my classmates for disrupting our learning!" "Don't tell my mom about this, okay...?" We walk back to the tree-slope door for some reason, instead of taking the door right next to us. We wait under the overhang until the rain clears, to keep his clothes clean. Once it was clear, we start walking, and to my left, still where he had been before, was the jester-man, who had much the same feeling as The Face at the end of one of my previous dreams. He smiled (though it was more of a smirk) and said, "Told you." Then he vanished. I noticed then that the rain hadn't been falling on him; there was a circle of dry pavement around where he'd been. After getting back to my class, like right after the Gangster Pimp leaves, I got a text from him asking if I wanted to go to a rap concert with him. I don't know how he got my number. Then I either woke up or faded into the next dream... Rest Stop of Creepy I was on a car trip with my Dad, Erik, Bob, WW (my grandpa) and my uncle Nick. I don't know why my mom wasn't there. We were driving in some place with mountains and open prairie/almost desert. We stopped at a rest stop to get some things and while we were browsing, this weird man enters the store, and asks random people if he can buy them random junk from the store. He asked me if he could buy me some canned peaches and I said no. I kept saying no but he kept asking about other things he could buy me. Eventually I got him to go away, and picked up a chocolate milk, bringing it to my dad to pay for while I went to the bathroom. When I got out, I tried to find my family but they had left without me. I knew where we were going, so I figured I would just walk to catch up with them. I texted them to wait for me somewhere up the road, and turned out to the road. I went left (I get the feeling I was going west... but I'm directionally challenged so I don't know if that is true). I passed a couple buildings on a hill to my left. At some point I met a woman who handed me a box of water bottles and some paper cups, telling me to "keep strong." I was starting to panic because the sun was setting and I could hear some animals off in the distance. I had gotten out of the woodsy hills and was now in an open, relatively flat, prairie area. There were huge, majestic mountains to my right. It looked a little like the Tetons look from the road. I got to another hilly area and checked my phone to see if anyone had responded to my texts. Then I rounded a corner and found the van sitting at a lookout with a door open, waiting for me to jump in. I was pissed at them all and didn't speak to any of them for the rest of the ride. Dog Fights I was at Oma and Grandpa's house (in the living room with big windows), talking to my grandpa about his past. My family and some dogs I didn't know were playing outside in the back yard. Through the windows, I saw a pack of three foxes, larger than any normal fox, circle the group, as if hunting. I tried to warn my family, but they couldn't hear me from inside. Then, one of the foxes jumped at Erik, but he ducked just in time and didn't get hurt. Everyone starts yelling and the foxes run away. They were literally hopping/jumping as high as the trees, like Virginia (John Carter) in the movie. (Um, just sort of ignore that music in that video... There was loud music playing when I found the video. And then it lead to a hilarious moment when Zukin turned off her music and we both heard the music in this video for the first time) But after a few minutes, they come back with two large wolves. Then, all hell broke loose. There were suddenly a bunch of neighborhood dogs of all kinds, and the wolves and foxes were fighting the dogs. The dogs eventually fought off the wolves and foxes, but two of them were badly wounded. Their owners were there, and one of the really badly wounded ones, a newfie, was leaning on its owner and dying. It was really sad... Apparently, my grandpa had completely missed the whole thing. He's a bit deaf, so he hadn't heard any of the mayhem. Then I woke up.
Updated 06-07-2014 at 06:34 AM by 69491
June 04, 2014 I was with Zukin on a bus (in Germany, I think. But I'm not certain). We sat in forward-facing seats on the left side in the back half of the bus, and our bags were to our right in a row of left-facing seats that lined that whole side of the bus. Those seats were elevated by two steps. The bus seemed abnormally wide. The dream fragmented here. We must have gotten off the bus, and were now in a hotel room. We started talking about a reading assignment for a class we were both taking. We had to read part of a book I've already read (I get a very strong feeling that it was the Hunger Games), as well as the first 100-or-so pages of another book, which I'd never heard of. I hadn't known that we needed to read the other book, and the class was meeting tomorrow. It was already late, and so I asked Zukin to just summarize that book so far, but she refused to tell me what it was about. Another fragment; I had spilled something all over me, and so I went to the hotel room's bathroom to take a shower. Zukin asked me if I was going to "take a real shower in the morning," to which I responded: "This is my shower." After my shower I changed into my PJs and then I woke up.
Updated 06-05-2014 at 04:52 AM by 69491
April 10, 2014 The Backpacking group and I went to Vienna. At first, it was just Zukin and I watching a Miyazaki film; I was sitting on a dresser for some reason. Once the movie had finished (it made me cry, I remember), the rest of the group joined us and we went and roamed about the town. At some point later in the night, everyone else wanted to get Ice Cream, but I had to get back to my family; I was actually there with my family. My grandpa had bought a condo in Vienna and we were all visiting. The backpacking group had just happened to be there as well (because it's perfectly normal for 9 people to randomly all decide to go to Vienna at the same time right?) I knew where I was going, so I split from the group in a large, unlit parking lot that looked more like downtown Detroit than it did Vienna; I went right while they went more left. I remember it being a little scary at first, but then I came to a lit and busy, high-end street. It was the street my grandpa had his condo on, and so I turned left and walked up the street to get back to his place. As I approached his building, I ran back into the group; it turned out they had decided to go to a Hot-Tub Ice Cream Parlor on the ground floor of my grandpa's condo building (don't ask me what my sleeping mind thought was normal about a hot-tub ice cream parlor). You know how cafes often have tables out on the sidewalk when the weather is nice? Well this place had hot tubs right out on the sidewalk. I decided to join them after all since it was so close to my grandpa's place, and Stussy and Josh jumped right into an empty tub, clothes and all on. I told them I needed to go up and get my swimsuit, though, and went into the building. The bellboys recognized me and let me through just fine, pointing me to the elevators since I didn't really remember where they were (it had been my first time there in a long time) The elevator ride was fracking scary. It was a large elevator, like a freight one. My grandpa was on the 97th out of 100 floors, and around the 10th floor, the elevator started to jerk and shake. It was a long ride, and around floor 80, I thought the whole elevator would break lose and fall. I finally reached the right floor and ran out of the elevator. Then I had trouble finding the right apartment. For some reason, Ivan had come up and found me then. We both went off and eventually found Bob and Erik, and they pointed us in the right direction. We found the right room, and for some reason the key was a toothpick. I opened the door and greeted my family; my grandpa wasn't there yet, but one of my aunts from the other side of the family was, for some reason. My mom was in a hot tub in the middle of the living room (I think this part of Vienna had a weird obsession with hot tubs). I asked her where she'd put my suitcase, and she told me it was in one of the bathtubs (to which I was like WTF). I left Ivan out in the living room and went to change into my swimsuit. I woke up as I was pulling off my shorts and someone was opening the door. Who was it?? We shall never know.
Updated 06-04-2014 at 08:01 AM by 69491
March 12, 2014 I am a traveler in some olden Europe-esque land. I met Zukin on the road, and we decided to travel together. We talked a long time as we traveled, and I found that she, like I, could not live in her own country anymore because of some political strife. Along the road, we met with Kebab (who is actually someone from the group we both went backpacking in Texas with. The whole group appeared in this dream), who joined us in our travels. I think he was some sort of dwarf or mine-worker. We were walking along a wide open field with hills when we met a Japanese (Or at least, this dream's equivalent of Japanese) Prince. He traveled with us for a few days and then asked Zukin to marry him. She said Yes right away, and we all four traveled back to his home country. We almost got lost at one point, while we were traveling at night (Sound familiar, Zukin?) because we were behind schedule, but luckily the Prince knew where he was and was able to find the road again. We got to his palace, and the wedding was planned for five days from our arrival. The main hall was long and tall, with huge windows lining one entire wall. There were red and gold tapestries hanging from the ceiling along the entire length of the hall. The kitchen was at one end of that hall, through a concealed door. Zukin learned Japanese (again, dream equivalent) really fast and was texting the Prince all the time, even though we were in the same building (also, I don't know why we had cell phones...). For some reason, I was put up in the kitchen; my bed folded out of the Oven (haha!). I started thinking it was strange that with a whole fracking castle full of rooms, they put me in the kitchen instead of a real room. It was then I realized I must have been under some sort of spell, and so I started snooping around. I got Kebab to help me by keeping an eye on Zukin while I stalked the Prince. Then, I overheard him speaking with his attendant saying some really horrible things about me. I got even more suspicious, because he was always perfectly normal and kind to me, even when Zukin was not around. I did some more digging around and it turned out he was soooooo fracking corrupt; he extorts money from people, is abusive to his subjects, and apparently he needed to marry within the week or else his inheritance would be withheld from him. But by now it's the day before the wedding, and there's not much I can do to get Zukin to stop the wedding, because she's been brainwashed or put under some sort of strong spell. I was plotting in my Oven-bed when I met another member of the backpacking group (Let's call him Ivan), who turned out to be a spy from another country who was there to overthrow the Prince and reveal his corruption. We decide to work together to stop the treachery of the Prince, and at intervals, the rest of the backpacking group also ended up in my bedroom (aka the Kitchen). They were all from different countries and all were trying to stop the Prince. they'd all pretended not to speak English to infiltrate the Castle as workers. They were all under cover, and so well all devised a plan to save Zukin and stop the Prince. My role in the mission was to go on a "Double Date" with Zukin and the Prince, with Ivan as my date. (Can't say that wasn't self-serving, as I had a huge crush on him in the Waking World). While we were all on the date, the others would get what they needed from the Prince's royal office/bedroom or where ever he kept his incriminating documents. I woke up as Ivan and I met up with Zukin and the Prince.
Updated 06-07-2014 at 06:58 AM by 69491
December 05, 2013 This one's mostly fractions. (I'm copying some more recent dreams into my DJ here; the ones I put into the notes on my iPhone. It's usually the closest thing at hand when I wake up and want to record a dream) I was with my roommate, who I'll call Kristin. We were in a shop at a mall with strange, wavy white floors. We were on the second floor, and apparently the store had no stairs, so to get to the floor below, shoppers had to jump from displays to display until they were at the ground level. It was like a giant jungle-gym inside the store. We had asked an attendant how to get down, and she had looked at us like we were stupid while she explained all of this. The other thing I remembered was being in a fantasy world. I was in the bathroom with the group I had gone to Germany with. We were doing something in the bathroom, but I can't remember what it was. I noted that it was "NOT DRUGS." We all separated and Zukin and I met back up in a large room with lots of people in it, and then went to find one of the group, who I'll call Rick. That's all I remembered from this dream when I woke up from it, and honestly I don't remember much of the second part now.
Updated 06-04-2014 at 07:58 AM by 69491
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