memorable

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.
---------------------------------------------
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.

Vividness: Around 6-7/15 (10 being lucid) (From the night of Wednesday, 5/8/13)
Awareness: 6/10
Sleep times 11:05PM, 6:56 AM, 7:20AM
-------------
I am at a pool (one I am not familiar with) and there seem to be many people (indistinct blurs, I don't exactly focus on the detail here) running around the edges. Somehow I gather that there is an 'evil spirit' that transfers through contact (my subconscious can't make up it's mind: sometimes there are many and I'm made to believe that they're devouring people, sometimes just one) and chases you around endlessly. I remember running up the stairs of a mini tiki hut by the side of the pool, and getting jostled as people crowd up in the small doorless frame. I get tagged a few times, but feel no effect and immediately get someone else as the running in circles cycle continues.

At some point I'm at a pool I used to go to as a child, and the water level is a few inches about the floor (so the entire surface of the pool, concrete and all are covered with at least 6 inches of water, the pool parts going down to 14 feet). I am splashing along the edges of the pool and seem to glimpse sharks near the bottom of one of them. I notice that the water is very sparkly and pale, and the concrete has a bleached look about it. This was the middle dream, then the pool location switches back to the first.

More running around, then (about 453632626 hours later my mind realizes if I'm getting chased I can actually LEAVE the premises) the focus switches to there being bombs in either the pool or one of the cars in the parking lot (a flat gravelly area with dense foliage on all sides, not a place I recognize). I'm trying to think about where to go, and glance over at the suddenly enlarged entrance to the pool to see a mass of people trying to leave and drive away. I notice my dad and mom, and as I do so there is a movement out of the corner of my eye and all the cars drive away, leaving one empty white SUV conspicuously parked near me (at least the passenger side was). I usher my parents out of the building, and I recognize slight fear and confusion on my dad's face as I single him out in the crowd.

I'm at the pool parking lot still, but deathly afraid and run along the gravelly path that makes way for a cheap asphalt road. Here I am very aware of some of my limbs, and glance over my shoulder every few seconds, moving my neck quickly. I can see a great amount of detail, with flickering lights shining through the leaves behind me and giving off beautiful shadows on the ground (I almost never notice shadows in dreams). There appears to be some pulsating 2-D shape moving along the ground and emitting a strange 'eeeeeeeeee', but my mind deems it nonthreatening and I stumble onwards. I make turns aimlessly and don't really recall the scenery, just the fact that I need to run away and I'm lost. I finally am running down a extremely narrow, lineless road that heads towards a coffee shop I sometimes go to on the weekends. As I run, I meet up with a misleadingly innocuous girl, slightly shorter than me with an average, unattractive face with brown hair and eyes. I somehow learn that she is a vampire (my disoriented brain is trying to tie in with the spirit-monsters from earler) and mistakes me for one as well. We talk briefly, but as we reach the entrance of the coffee shop, she realizes I am a human as a bulky, lumbering male companion of hers steps out onto the road to meet us. She says how they bite thousands of humans every day, and I feel an immense relief, not having realized how scared I was that if I were to get bitten, it would hurt badly (thinking I probably had been bitten before, and either I didn't remember it or it was not painful). I start to run back down the road, and she lopes gracefully after me. We swing our arms at each other, and I block a quick secession of blows with the sides of my forearms, somehow hitting a combo to disable an attack buff (...? even I don't remember or know what I'm talking about here). We exchange some deadly hand to hand blows, and then I have NO IDEA what happens next. Talk about crazy sickness-induced dreams, eh?