Book of Dreams

Just tried to WILD in a nap. I got into sleep paralysis pretty quickly, and then I saw some colors and stuff, but I was mostly just waiting there for a dream to start. Then I felt a sneeze coming on, and I figured I'd just let it happen, so it did and I saw a flash of blue and then I sat up and did a reality check after I sneezed. I was awake. Er, am awake. This just happened. So maybe I'm dreaming, but everything seems pretty real so I'm gonna say this is real life. Darn!!!

All I remember is that I was explaining something to someone about how my cousin died, but his mom and older brother were there and I didn't want them to know I was talking about him.

I've been having awful recall lately. I need to start going to bed at a normal time, and not my usual 2:00am. Does anyone else have trouble with this?

I was watching Zombieland and totally just remembered my dream from last night.
I was in a dark cave or castle or something, and this girl fell off a cliff and hit the ground. She didn't move, so I assumed she was dead. I didn't want to just leave her body there, all exposed and whatnot, so I found some white cloth and submerged it in water, so that when I dropped it, it fell straight down on top of her. After it covered her, she leaned up and tried to breathe in, but the wet cloth was suffocating her. She scrambled frantically to remove the sheet, but each time she got one layer off, there was another underneath. The choking and screaming she made was horrible. Eventually she was dead. That was definitely one of the most f'd up dreams I've ever had.

It's really hard to record dreams in the morning on days I have school, so this is just what I can remember.

I'm in a big church for mass, and afterwards, I'm trying to find my way out before the next mass starts. I make my way into the small narthex, then down a flight of stairs into a sitting room, which also looks like a makeshift chapel. The procession is making its way through the sitting room toward the stairs. To the right is a great wooden door with stained glass windows. I ask a man near the door if I may exit this way. "Well, the customer is always right!" He says. I then leave and run down the paved parkinglot to the car. Someone is driving me, and while I'm on the highway I realize I have forgotten something in the sanctuary. I tell the driver to turn us around and head back to the church. Then I get a text from Kelsey asking me where I am. Apparently, I was supposed to go to mass with her and her family at the 9:30, but I already attended the 7:45.
There is a cut-scene where Kelsey and her family arrive in a white car, and Kelsey exits the car wearing a fluffy white dress. Her parents, normally dressed, follow her into the church.
I sneak back into the sanctuary through a door next to the altar. I spot Kelsey and her family in the pew where my stuff is. I try to sneak in without them noticing. I don't remember exactly how it happens, but Kelsey notices me and begins chasing me all throughout the building, yelling at me for ditching her mass. Near the end of the dream, I realize we were supposed to get married. Oops.

I had a dream last night but forgot most of the details. It's 10 pm. I should have written it down when I woke up.

My law teacher was a movie critic, and we watched a movie starring Natalie Portman, but I thought it was Kristen Stewart. That's all I remember.

I had bad recall last night, probably because I only got six hours of sleep, and I find I need at least nine to remember dreams vividly. I do, however, remember something about my mom, and for the life of me I couldn't remember her name. It was strange. I'm off to bed soon, and hopefully there will be more to report in the morning.

Bike Ride
I'm riding my bike from home to Target, but I somehow get mixed up and take a wrong turn. I end up at a business complex. I ride my bike on the uphill sidewalk past the buildings when someone rides past me. "Hey, do you need help?" He asks. I look up and see it's a kid from my Bible class. "No, thanks." I reply, awkwardly.

We continue to ride when we approach some cliffs that overlook Lake Michigan. There is a lagoon that drops off the cliffs, forming a waterfall. It's very beautiful, but the fact I've been a bit clumsy on this bike ride makes me really nervous I'll fall off. A naked girl approaches us from the lagoon and starts talking to the kid from Bible class. The dream tells me that there is a movie being shot here, and the residents of the village have been complaining about the nude women in the film.

I look down the cliff and picture myself falling off. It doesn't look too fun. I drop the bike and walk into the lagoon, where my aunt and four cousins are playing. I consider leaving before they see me, but I don't. There is a lapse in time, and I am in the kitchen of some non-existant relative's house. My grandma is here, and a few things happen which I have forgotten, and then I wake up.

Theatre Awards
I am at school, and during my lunch hour I'm helping set up for the theatre awards. Theatre troupes from schools all over the county are coming to VHHS for the awards. The officers have decided on a theme for the banquet, but it has not been unveiled. I am setting up blue folding chairs when Brian unrolls a large banner. "This year," he says, "the theme of the banquet is death!" Everyone seems to be pleased with this, but I find it strange. Brandon looks over at me and says, "What are you doing here??" everyone looks at me, expecting an answer. I don't know why no one wants me there, so I leave angrily. I enter fifth period and learn that they took my name off the excused list. Maybe I really wasn't supposed to go to the banquet. I'm so confused, and still pissed off.

I am sitting in a classroom with some other students who are in the Spring show. We've already been casted, but we're finding out that the show is actually a musical, and we'll be re-casted for singing roles. There is no second audition, though, so we just have to wait to find out who will be playing what. I sit there anxiously with my friend Chris, who gives some encouraging words. One girl starts singing loudly, as if it wasn't too late to prove herself. The director doesn't seem to notice, though.
Eventually, Mrs. Nardini (not the director IRL, but my consumer management teacher from first semester) posts a cast list, and I do not have a singing role. I am very surprised, and angry. Mostly because the girl who previously sang her attention-seeking heart out earlier got the main role, and somehow I know her singing out of turn landed her the spot at the top of the cast list. I talk angrily about this for a bit, and make my way to the foyer of the school.
On the way, I run into a girl who I somehow know is the daughter of one of the directors, whom I apparently haven't seen in a few years. We catch up, and she tells me she just got pulled into the principle's office because she was found with a backpack full of alcohol, but she claims it wasn't her backpack. I'm kind of bored of this story, so I make my way through the secret hallway to the foyer. It is almost empty except for my sister and some friends. I sit and eat lunch while I catch people up on my audition and the girl with the backpack.
My phone is out of batteries so I plug it into this giant computer screen in the middle of the foyer. I go on facebook (which is awkward because the screen is huge so everyone in the room could see what I'm doing if they wanted to), but there's nothing to do on there. I have something important to tell my friend, but I put it off.

This is when I wake up

So me and two or three of my friends were living in a very small wooden house in the 19th century. It was our first night in the house, and we were all getting ready for bed. There was an older man in the house, too, though I forgot his purpose or reason for being there. Anyway, I ended up killing him with a cut-throat. For one reason or another, my friends and I went out on a killing spree, murdering four of our neighbors in their sleep. Each one was quiet and bloody. It was like Sweeney Todd, I guess. We returned to our small cabin and I washed our razors out in the sink. I felt safe because we would seem like unsuspecting victims to our neighbors, cuz we had a dead guy of our own.

This is just a general thing, though I had a dream where I flew last night.
Whenever I fly in my dreams, I always have to flap my arms as though they were wings, and it's as though I'm double-jumping like in a video game before I can actually take flight. Does this happen to anyone else?

I am in the backseat of a minivan, and I am apparently friends with the driver. We're playing some sort of game where we rear-end people, they get in the car, and we argue with them. We hit one small car, and a woman with fire-red hair gets in the passenger seat. We drive of to a house where a cop is waiting in the driveway (I remember looking at the street signs, and we were near the corner of Halloween St and Hell St). The red-haired woman exits the car, and we discuss the accident through the window. The cop isn't really paying much attention. A little boy is in the garage and playing with a shot gun.
"Oh, my gosh, that kid is swinging that thing around like it's a toy!" I say to the driver as we crouch below the dashboard to avoid getting shot.
The cop then takes the gun away from the child and fires it off at a neighboring house, hitting a car in the driveway. A man gets out of the car, pulls out a handgun, and fires at the policemen. He misses. Then he puts the gun into his mouth and kills himself. I start laughing (wtf?) at how confused the red-haired woman must be.
We step out of the car, and I walk over to the policeman. Tori Amos is playing on the radio.
"Wow! I was just listening to this song before all this started!!" The driver of the car joins us. "You look a lot like Tori Amos." I'll just call her Tori from now on.
So the cop takes the red-haired woman away, and Tori and I start eating Wendy's hamburgers on the driveway while we await his return. I eat mine very quickly.
"Ugh, where did my sandwich go? I ate it all so fast."
I pull out my laptop and we start watching a movie. Eventually, a group of foreign men in a van pull up and speak to us. Tori doesn't seem nervous, but I sure am.
**Time Lapse**
I'm in a hotel room waiting by myself. I'm dressed up like some dominatrix chick, and I have no recollection of how I got here. Tori is in the next room having sex with the foreign men. I pull out my laptop and continue watching the movie. In the movie, I (as the dominatrix) am in the hotel, trying to hide from the foreign men. As I watch, my heart starts racing. Wow! This movie has great suspense! Tori and I have to finish it!
I take the laptop into the bedroom and push one of the men off of Tori.
"Tori," I whisper, "we have to get out of here. Trust me."
She looks confused. "Why?"
The leader of the men comes in. "You don't want to leave now!" he says, "we're about to have ice cream,"
For some reason, I pretend I don't speak English very well. "What?"
"Ice cream?" "Oh, si, helado. Me gusta." I take off running down the hall, and one of the foreign men follows. I don't know exactly how to get out of here, so I'm just taking random turns. The man is close behind me. Eventually, I reach the street level, and I run down the sidewalk to an intersection, where there is an ice-cream truck at a stoplight (but there's no driver...?) I run towards it, and hurl myself inside. Everything is in slow motion now, and as I'm flying through the air, I close the doors with my legs. The man runs into the door and gives up. I'm free!!

Moving
We decide to move to a smaller house near the mall. It has four bedrooms, and the one that I choose has two electric pianos. For this reason, I fall madly in love with the house.
We spend the day moving things from the old house to the new one, though the only things I really notice in my room are my xbox, a mattress (with no actual bed, it's just on the floor) and the pianos. I go around telling everyone how I've moved and how much I love the new house.

Scary Dog
There's some dog following me around trying to bite me. I end up hitting it a lot and then I kind of feel bad.

Water in the Living Room
I have some people over (though it's at my old house...my house IRL) and we're discussing something. I'm lying on the floor wearing only a blanket, and I'm underwater. There is some confusion as I'm half in my living room, and then half on a beach, which would make sense about the water. But when I stand up, I'm back in the living room and I can hear the water seeping through the floor into the basement. My friends tell me they're tired and they want me to drive them home.

Just a fragment:

There was a man with a Beatles hair cut, and he was talking with an English accent, but near the end of the dream, he gradually switched accents with an American, and it was like, the climax to some TV show he was on.

I don't remember my dreams last night, and I think it's because I went online this morning and a bunch of shit happened on fb, and now I'm too angry to remember.
I know I woke up a lot through the night. I just didn't sleep well. Blah.

Preamble: IRL I'm in a consumer management class, and two days ago we had "mock interviews" and we had to dress up and it was this big grade and whatever. We weren't actually interviewing for a real job, but the interviewers were from real companies.
Dream 1: My gym teacher is reading my fitness card, and her eyes grow wide.
"Woah," she says.
"What?" I reply. I have never seen her make a face with emotion before.
"You got the job! Your interview was so good that they're actually offering you a job."
I feel a sense of accomplishment. I know I did a good job, but I did not expect to actually get offered a position. This is great! But do I really want to work at a bank?

Dream 2: This is just a fragment. I'm in a house, and my friend Chris is there, but he's evil or something. I honestly don't remember a lot about this dream. But I remember that Chris' dog, CJ (who's actually my friend Laura's dog) is with us, and she's on the brink of attacking. She makes me nervous, and I want to get rid of her.

Dream 3: IRL I bought an xbox 360 last weekend, but I haven't told my brother because he's obsessed with video games and if he knew we had it, I'd never see it again.
In the dream, I walk down into the basement and my brother is playing the xbox. (wtf? why is it an option to put in a dancing banana??) I know that now I'll have to start hiding it so that he doesn't steal it from me. "No, Tommy," I say as I turn off the system, "this is mine. I didn't tell you about it because I didn't want you to take it. You can use it, but not all the time. I bought it with my own money." He get's up and the look on his face is a mixture of horror and deep sadness. D: