Texture

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.