dream fragment

When I glance back at the titles for my dream journals I notice they seem to be sort of lacking in grammatical structure and fairly ridiculous souding. What's really happening is I'm condensing the title I already have in my DJ and making it more comprehensible, while still including key points of the dream to help me recall them at a glance. I also recorded this entire dream by typing it out on my phone because I couldn't find my dream journal. Sometimes I will use a memo program so I can keep my eyes closed and more freely describe the dream and details of it (it's pretty cool, and ends up translating waayyyy differently onto paper when I hear it later). Yay, the things I do!
Awareness:4-8
Vividness:5-7
(what I wrote under it) I actually noticed some low res/blurry textures, lots of these just before I woke up.
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I'm walking around a small shopping area (I don't know the right word for it, it has your local food store, some food places, etc). It's pitch black outside, and I'm walking with a person who I think is my mom, but really isn't (maybe a guy? I don't even know). I pass by what is a Greatclips in real life, but notice it is now a narrow but lengthy bookstore. The door is locked, but fulfilling my expectation for my mom, the person hands me a heavy gold/bronze key with some sort of ornate gemstone set into the base. I unlock the door, and walk inside (I have some companions with me and draw some comfort from their presence, but never look or speak at them, I just know they're friendly and have my back). The bookstore is well lit, and as I walk all the way to the back (the store has 3 very long shelves then shelves lining the walls and a counter to the back right) I notice the janitor crouched down by his cleaning supplies, checking a song on his music player. I wonder if he will care that I'm in this store after hours, but 30 seconds later he seems to be manning the "night shift" of the store, sitting behind the counter and speaking fluent spanish with some teenagers who are buying books and sodas. Pleased that I can understand it, I walk around some more looking for books in The wheel of time series. I don't know what they look like, but heard that they were very good. I end up crouching down to leaf through a series of florescent, ultra shiny political books (given the length, I think pamphlet would really be a better word). **DAMN IT, I knew it had something to do with congress and incompetence and/or scandal but didn't write it down in the morning because I'm a worthless bum. oh well, even my subconscious thinks congress is BLEH** I don't actualy read any of the books, just flip through till the end of one of them to see a few diagrams.


Some evil baddies are laying siege to my (greatly enlarged) house, and I have to escape by daringly wall running along the outside of our spare room. Later, we are still outside of the house facing the wall, and I am nailing in 4 nails to an elevated coffin (our sworn enemy, don't know how I know this, it's just who I was supposed to be). I think it must be an old Bruce Wayne, and the large audience seated behind me is greatly amused by this false respect for our most hated foe. I have a corroded metal nail (about 4 feet long) that I am using to bang in the nails of the coffin. As I near the back side, I can see a hole in the side of the coffin and it turns out Bruce Wayne looks like Billy Joe Armstrong (the lead singer for greenday and my favorite band in middle school). Not only that, but he appears very much alive.

There's actually quite a bit more to these dreams, but this laptop has a parental control feature that automatically logs off at 1AM, so I'll have to make this a two parter and finish it later today.

I'm in a big group of friends at my school, casually sitting on a picnic table and sinking my teeth into an apple. I'm pretty annoyed because this one girl is being super clingy, holding onto my arm and stroking my face, and her fingernails are causing pricks of actual pain to my skin. Some unknown que from my mind helps me to realize that it is time for me to leave, and I walk up to a massive pickup truck in the carpool line and get in. Inside is one of the girls who rides with me in real life up in the front, and some random woman who is driving. I wish my description of the dream could live up to the enticing title, but all I recall is driving slowly along in the car with light gray skies and a rain sprinkling the windows. The woman driver for some reason asked me a question about religion, then got ridiculously offended by me saying that I was an atheist. Things got really hazy at this point, but I remember having a surprising awareness of my surroundings, both outside and inside the car. Needless to say a rather detailed and heated debate ensued, but I can't remember most of it. Pretty much the woman would not back off, even though I tried to be a peacemaker multiple times.

Damn it! I had already written 4-5 paragraphs of this when it got deleted. I don't feel motivated to go into my dream snippets with as much detail and gusto, but I'll try (yayyy enthusiasm ). To summarize, I have 4 dream fragments, some of which were chained between waking, and I remembered more but they faded before I could record. I promise it'll be have mas detalles manana. Until then, adios

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I am walking in a planetarium/mall, with train tracks looping across the floor, and planets of various shapes and sizes hanging from the ceiling. At some point, I am on a tour, but am ignoring the annoying, overenthusiastic tour guide to play with a piece of red lint on my jacket (much more interesting, I know). I eventually wander off and make it into a room with a giant, rancor-like monster situated in the dead center. There are oblivious pedestrians streaming past him, and he is growling menacingly to deaf ears. For some reason, I can drop a tab down over him, listing his name and "level", which is 594.

I am in a public bathroom similar to one at my soccer academy in waking life. As I walk past the vacant urinals (with no dividers, for some reason), I stop near to the end, taking a piss. As I do this, I notice a young couple studiously swapping spit in the dead center of the bathroom. Not thinking it odd, I zip up and leave (dream germs are dangerous too, kiddies).

*I wake up at this point, get some water, and record the first two dreams*

I am back outside the bathroom with some friends, wanting to investigate a scream. When we go in, we see the woman has been brutally murdered, and there appears to be a teeth-shaped cavity in her arm (nope, no zombies, sorry). For some reason, I think suspicion might fall on me, and eagerly run to a table that has appeared in the middle of the room and hold up my axe (apparently I own one), to show it is clean and unbloodied. I then point to the man from earlier, holding an bloody axe and standing over the woman's body, blood dripping from his mouth.

*At this point I wake up again*

I have somehow learned that the man is similar to an x-files monster of the week, and in addition to being a cannibal, gets most of his energy from electricity. The bathroom lights are out, and when I run outside, the door leads out of my house, and I am in my neighborhood. I run out into the cul de sac and scream at each of the neighbor's driveway in turn; "Turn it OFF", as they comply. I do this with 3 houses, then get up to the house where a quite attractive girl lives. We've had an on-again, off-again relationship, and seeing her in the dream is apparently enough to make me completely forget about the crazed, electrically charged cannibal that was running behind me moments before. As I approach her driveway, I see her and her dad going to get the mail. I run up and talk to them a bit, and somehow we are all sitting on the pavement by their mailbox, limbs all tangled together improbably. At this point, my alarm goes off, and I realize I'm knotted in blankets.