non-lucid

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.

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:

1- Laser Razor
I am in school and it's about time to leave. I haven't shaved in a while, and I'm petting my face to feel my scruff. I'm walking down the stairs with Jessica, talking about DV or something, and I realize that I'm completely clean shaven. "What the heck?? I just lost all the hair on my face! I was literally just touching my face and I had a lot of stubble." Jessica just looked at my weird and didn't seem to understand how strange it was. After much freaking out and trying to figure out what happened to my facial hair, Joey comes over and wants to talk to me alone. "I did it. I have this laser razor and I built a fort outside the school so that I could shave your face from a distance. I didn't know how else to talk to you." I'm really mad at him. Why the hell would he do that?

2- False Awakening
It is morning and my mom is pounding on my door. "I have laundry for you! I'm just going to leave it outside your door. It's time to get up!"
I am awakened IRL by the sound of my mother calling me from downstairs.

((The dates on my DJ have been messed up, because I've been dating my dreams as occurring the night I go to sleep, when they usually occur in early morning, so it looks like I skipped a day but really I'm just doing things differently.))

I know I had more than one dream, but when I awoke from my first dream, I decided to not record it because something about it bugged me, like it was boring or something. All I remember is I was late for work.

1- The Poetic Parrot
There was a brownish orange bird that flew down from the sky and landed on a lamp post. It began reciting a poem. When it was finished, it said, "That poem dates back to... what was it? 18..." All of the sudden, Stewie from Family Guy shouts from his stroller "ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!" The bird was taken aback by this. "Well, you have no pleasure in life at all!"

1- Target Reality Show
I viewed this scenario from a third-person POV. There are four people working in Target, and they are not allowed to leave. After many hours of alone time in the store, one of them beings to have a nervous breakdown. Everyone tells her to settle down, and she starts yelling at herself. "If they find out I'm crazy, they'll put me in a shell!" She keeps repeating this through her sobs. The others begin to yell as well. I'm not sure, but I think Angela Lansbury is narrating the show.

2- Phoebe, Cher, and Flooding
I am at a party, and I don't know anyone. The host is Shelly, but I can't find her anywhere. My iPod is playing on speakers in the middle of the room, and I'm staring out of the balcony trying to look unapproachable as to avoid any awkward conversation. The other guests assemble on a rug and turn on the television. I turn my iPod off and watch from behing a couch. Phoebe from Friends is on the screen and everyone is laughing. I learn that they all know her personally, and she couldn't be at the party tonight because she was making an appearance on TV.

I am at Phoebe's house now, but I am not myself. I am Cher, who, according to my dream, was a character on friends. It is dark. Phoebe isn't home yet, and I have to pee. When I flush the toilet, the water overflows. It is building up around my ankles! I open the bathroom door and water spills into the foyer. "Phoebe is going to kill me!" I say to myself. The water continues to rise, so I open the screen door. The deluge flushes onto the porch. I start to kick the water onto the lawn, but it is taking too long. I can hear Phoebe entering through the back door. I realize I am naked, and I don't want her to see me. "Now she'll really think I'm insane!" I run across the lawn and Phoebe opens the door. I am caught. "Cher, what the hell?!" She yells at me and calls someone to repair the damages.

3- The Sarah Silverman Presentation
I am in my room preparing for school. On the floor are three beautiful posters for a project that is due the next day. I am very happy that my homework is complete.

The next day I walk into class and there aren't enough seats. Other students who did not find seats as well are gathered in a corner, so I join them. When the teacher comes in, she gives us extra chairs. One boy who was leaning against a whiteboard decides he'd rather sit on that than a chair, so he tries to rip the whiteboard off the wall. I can't tell if he is joking, or if he is just stupid.

Oh, crap! I don't remember bringing my posters!! I take a seat and open my bag. They are there! Thank God. I lay them out on my desk. I'm not sure what the project was, but my posters don't look like anything school related. One of them has drawings of two people dancing, another has a series of silhouetted buildings. William is sitting kitty-corner from me and compliments them. I thank him, and turn them in. When the teacher leaves the room, the lights go out and Sarah Silverman appears on the screen at the front. This is part of my presentation. "Actually," I think to myself, "I don't believe we are supposed to present these, but I know everyone is going to love this!"

When the video is over, there is a silence. I clear my throat and say in a quiet voice, "Sarah Silverman is a comedian. Everyone thinks she is dumb, but she's actually quite intelligent." The class murmurs in amazement and I am pleased with myself.

4- The Lucid
I am in a dark basement, and at the end there is a door standing ajar with a ray of light leaking into the room. With my hands against the light, I do a random RC. My left hand is missing my ring finger, and my right hand has six. I'm dreaming! Forgetting to stabalize, I walk through the door into what appears to be a laser tag arena. The heavy fog makes it hard to see. I think to myself "Increase clarity!", but not much happens. I figure that if I say it out loud, it might be more effective, but I am afraid to speak. Or I've forgotten how.

I approach a small glowing box. There is a screen on the top, and in order to read it, I have to put my face almost against it. There is a countdown, and it wants me to press something. I'm not sure what to do, so I hit it. A door opens, behind which are clear plastic strips hanging from the ceiling like the entrance to a meat freezer. Inside is a man standing in a hall facing me. I try to increase clarity, but I am losing lucidity. This is when I wake up.

I'm so ticked at myself! I woke up after a few dreams last night but I was too lazy to record them down in my journal, thinking I would just do it in the morning. Now I can't remember them. I only remember the most recent one I had.

I am in choir talking with Alla, a girl I haven't spoken to since middle school, and ask her if she'll be continuing choir this year (which is weird, because she isn't, and never was, in choir to begin with). She says she's only doing concert choir this year, and we take our seats. The choir director has written a list of songs we are going to sing on the board, one of which is Pretty Women from Sweeney Todd. My friend Jessica and I sing along, and I see this kid Matt, also not in choir and I haven't been friends with him since freshman year, and he's watching me. I start singing a little too loudly, and the music stops. I am staring at my lap, and look up to find everyone, including the director, staring at me and giving me a dirty look.

I look out my bedroom window and find that there is debris from a storm covering my front lawn, and a horse is sitting where the mailbox should be. I run downstairs into the garage, but I can't find the opener near the door, so I run to the other end, where another opener is, and I find a dead squirrel on it. I yell and run back inside.

*Time Lapse*

I'm outside with my family looking at the damage from the storm, and I am eating something. Some dogs start coming into our yard, and my sister says it's because their owners never fed them. Soon, there are people who are acting like dogs that approach us, and we run inside to escape the zombie-dog-people.

I didn't record right when I woke up, so these are just fragments.

1- School Dance
I am getting into the backseat of my mom's minivan, and my dad is about to drive me to a dance that is apparently going on. My brother and sister are also in the car, sitting in the middle seats. At some point I had reached into my pocket and found a plastic baggy that had pot in it, and I didn't want anyone to know. As I pass my brother to get into the backseat, the plastic baggy crinkles very loudly, as if there is a microphone on it or something. My brother thinks it is food, and so he sticks out his hand as though he wants me to give him some. "It's just an empty wrapper," I tell him. When we get to the school, I enter into the foyer, and a faculty member is asking to check my pockets. I am relieved when I don't have to turn them out, but merely show him what is inside. I obviously leave the plastic baggy in and show him everything else. "Actually, I'm gonna need to see that pocket" he says, and before I can run out the door, he grabs me and I yell.
FYI, I don't smoke pot. Just a dream. lol

2- Killer Queen
I am at a piano, and the sheet music to Killer Queen is on the stand. My friend is next to me holding her own music as well. I begin to play the first chords, but someone behind me asks me to wait. I obey, and glance over at my friend's music. Instead of reading normally, it is reversed, like in a mirror. I ask her why it is like that, and she tells me it is a photocopy, and I accept the notion that everything that is photocopied comes out in a mirror version. This is all I remember, and I'm angry that I didn't recognize an obvious dream sign.