TigerLilly

5/15/11

I believe that this was part of a longer dream (or maybe my dream-self just knew about events I didn’t experience in the dream) but at the beginning of this dream, my dream-self knew that I had missed a school concert that my little brother was in and he was very upset about it. I remember I had been doing something important and couldn’t make it there. My foster parents told me I absolutely had to get to the next one.

This is the stuff I recall actually happening:

I arrived at the venue where the next concert was being held. It was like a grocery store shopping plaza thing. I parked far from the door. I had a vague recollection of someone being in the car with me but I'm not entirely sure. I was running late and in a huge hurry. I locked the car and began to walk in, when I realized I had left the door open. (This is a bit hard to explain but the door to the car was like a double door that you see in buildings sometimes where there are two halves to the door and you have to close them in the correct order or they wont stay shut). I closed the door and began to walk away again. Now I realized I left something in the car. I went back to get it... I don’t remember specifically why I went back to the car each time, but I kept doing this for a while (3-5 more times). I was frantically running because I was late and I kept remembering things that I had to do in the car before I could go in.

When I finally got inside the place I was sure I would be in trouble for being so late. I saw my brother and his band playing. They were sitting on a cluster of stacked up chairs (as if the chairs were being stored). Next to the chair stack there was a group of people around a table making and eating cookies.

I got up on the chair stack next to my brother and apologized for being late while he was playing. He just kinda gave me and annoyed look so I got off the chair stack and went to find a seat in the audience. I remember being surprised that there were only 4 people in his band but then my dream-self remembered that I had been told before. The audience was sitting on the same type of chairs but not stacked, facing the band. Most of the chairs were full except for about 5 in the front row next to an older black woman. She had placed packages on them so no one could sit there. I had asked if I could move them and she said that I could not because they were her supplies for making cookies. Frustrated I stormed away and she called after me “wait, I can move the olive oil” but I didn’t turn around and just said “its fine” in an annoyed voice. I found a seat very far away and remember being a bit annoyed.

There was also something about the cookies. I remember a woman holding a bucket of cookies with orange and green M&Ms in them but I don’t remember what happened with them.

(5/14/11)

First of all, when I first woke up I remembered sooo much more of this dream. Unfortunately I was too lazy to get up and take notes on it like I usually try to do and by the time I got out of bed a lot of it was gone =/ Here is whats left:


This dream started out inside a memory belonging to dream-me (it was playing like a movie). The memory was showing that years ago a boy in England (not sure if dream-me had a personal connection to him) was touring a haunted castle. He slid away a hidden bookshelf and... **At this point I didn’t actually see anything else, but he was apparently attacked, sexually assaulted, and killed by a ghost** My friends and I were discussing traveling to England to solve the mystery of exactly what happened to him.

**There was a lot between this part and the next part but I only remember vague details like we were at a hotel arguing and we were in a really big British cab thing to get to the castle**


When we got to the room where the kid had pulled open the bookcase and let out the ghost, someone noticed something under the corner of the carpet. We pulled it up to find an object. We kept pulling and found that all around the edges of the carpet there were hundreds of things stashed. (Really cant remember what they were but they had significance. They proved that the ghost was an old teacher at the school which apparently used to be in the haunted castle and that he frequently sexually abused his male students.) When we were tearing up the carpet which was held down by staples I remember pricking my finger a few times on the staples and kinda feeling the pain I think.

At this point my like 10 friends that were there with me (I only remember one to be a kid named Phil G that I dated a looong time ago in highschool) decided they were done for the day and wanted to leave but I kept insisting I would not leave until the mystery was solved. I talked with them a bit about how to get a cab back to the hotel and they gave me the phone number then left. I remember worrying briefly if I would have the money for it.


After my friends left I walked down the stairs at the other end of the room to take a break from searching. I walked into some sort of cafeteria. It was a small room with castle-like stone walls, a low ceiling, and stone pillars throughout. There were people at small tables on one end of the room all facing a make-shift stage sort of thing where a young boy (13-16 years) was reading poetry. I saw, to my disgust that in the front row of tables was the “ghost” that I was looking for but he was still alive! (the ghost looked exactly like Harry's fat uncle in the Harry Potter movies). He was creeping me out so much with the way he was watching the boy on stage that I had to leave.


I stormed back upstairs. The carpet was now fixed and there was a long table filled with dirty dishes (as if many people had just eaten there). My dream-self didn't notice though and I simply began to clear off the table as if I was a waitress, bringing the plates over to another little side table and stacking them while I thought about the implications of the “ghost” not being dead.

(5/14/11)

First of all, when I first woke up I remembered sooo much more of this dream. Unfortunately I was too lazy to get up and take notes on it like I usually try to do and by the time I got out of bed a lot of it was gone =/ Here is whats left:


This dream started out inside a memory belonging to dream-me (it was playing like a movie). The memory was showing that years ago a boy in England (not sure if dream-me had a personal connection to him) was touring a haunted castle. He slid away a hidden bookshelf and... **At this point I didn’t actually see anything else, but he was apparently attacked, sexually assaulted, and killed by a ghost** My friends and I were discussing traveling to England to solve the mystery of exactly what happened to him.

**There was a lot between this part and the next part but I only remember vague details like we were at a hotel arguing and we were in a really big British cab thing to get to the castle**


When we got to the room where the kid had pulled open the bookcase and let out the ghost, someone noticed something under the corner of the carpet. We pulled it up to find an object. We kept pulling and found that all around the edges of the carpet there were hundreds of things stashed. (Really cant remember what they were but they had significance. They proved that the ghost was an old teacher at the school which apparently used to be in the haunted castle and that he frequently sexually abused his male students.) When we were tearing up the carpet which was held down by staples I remember pricking my finger a few times on the staples and kinda feeling the pain I think.

At this point my like 10 friends that were there with me (I only remember one to be a kid named Phil G that I dated a looong time ago in highschool) decided they were done for the day and wanted to leave but I kept insisting I would not leave until the mystery was solved. I talked with them a bit about how to get a cab back to the hotel and they gave me the phone number then left. I remember worrying briefly if I would have the money for it.


After my friends left I walked down the stairs at the other end of the room to take a break from searching. I walked into some sort of cafeteria. It was a small room with castle-like stone walls, a low ceiling, and stone pillars throughout. There were people at small tables on one end of the room all facing a make-shift stage sort of thing where a young boy (13-16 years) was reading poetry. I saw, to my disgust that in the front row of tables was the “ghost” that I was looking for but he was still alive! (the ghost looked exactly like Harry's fat uncle in the Harry Potter movies). He was creeping me out so much with the way he was watching the boy on stage that I had to leave.


I stormed back upstairs. The carpet was now fixed and there was a long table filled with dirty dishes (as if many people had just eaten there). My dream-self didn't notice though and I simply began to clear off the table as if I was a waitress, bringing the plates over to another little side table and stacking them while I thought about the implications of the “ghost” not being dead.

(5/12/11)

My and some friends (I dont think they were specifically my friends and if they were I dont remember which ones)
were going to a DV meeting. We went down a long dirt road and when we got there it as at some big farm. We went
out into the field and there were a bunch of people running around and riding on ponys.
I was looking around for any of my friends from the site but I didn't recognize anyone. One guy I know from class (John)
ran past me then stopped and came back. He said you should take a picture with us on the grass. I declined and he
playfully pushed me on the ground and tried to hold me down so Sean (another kid from class) could take my picture. Sean was kneeling a few feet away with a camera on a tripod.
Right as he was about to take the picture, John kissed me on the forehead and sean started laughing saying my expression
in the picture was priceless.

I also remember something was important about the farm next door. I couldnt see it but I remember we were either going there
after or I wanted to go there or something.

Overall a really odd dream...

In the beginning of this dream I heard honking in the driveway next door so I looked out to see what was going on. A gaudy bright green drivers ED car had pulled up in front of the house. Though it looked nothing like it, I knew the house was my childhood neighbors house. There was snow on the ground. A young girl came out of the garage and started walking towards the car followed shortly by her older brother. I remember being very confused becasue I hadn't realized that children lived in the house next door. (Looking back, this was odd becasue the people who's house this was supposed to be DID in fact have two children, a girl and a boy).

I don't remember what happened in between here, but I believe that what is to follow was part of the same dream because I was in the same house (and I just get the feeling that it was).




I was in a room with my roommate Allie and we heard loud noises down the street. (Occasionally where I live during the day I hear noises that sound like gunshots but are just construction noises from far away). We looked out the window to see what was going on. It was summer (no snow anymore) and we saw a bunch of men in white T-shirts with automatic guns a few houses down on the other side of the street. A red car zoomed past our house followed by a
police car. We saw the men in white had police logos on their T-shirts and were chasing after the red car yelling something about the car shooter. They were shooting down the street
after the car and bullets were flying through our house. We got down on the ground but curious, crawled over to the other window to see what was happening (assuming that they had gone past our house and were further down the street) as we were crawling, bullets were ripping through the house above us but we were perfectly safe and I did not feel afraid at all, just amused and curious about all
the excitement. When we get to the other window, we see all the cops are down in our yard pointing up at the window next to the one we
were looking out (which came from a different room). They were yelling "he's in there!" and I opened the window to tell them he wasn't in where we were. I remember thinking it might be a stupid idea because they could accidentally shoot me but I did it anyways. they yelled at me to close the window and get on the ground so I did. We were both on the ground behind a bed when we heard footsteps coming down the hall. I looked out from under the bed and saw a raggedy (but really psychopath looking) old man walking down the hall. I vividly remember the slow but purposeful way he walked. It gave me the chills. He didn't seem to know we were in there and walked right by us and started to go down the stairs.
Right as he was about to disappear from view, my phone alarm went off in my pocket and he slowly turned.

And my alarm was actually going off to wake me up. So thats it. Kinda funny how that worked out so perfectly with the alarms.

(5/7/11)

I was back in my home town for summer and one of my friends younger brothers asked me out to his highschool prom. I agreed to go with him because he couldn't find anyone else. Apparently everyone (boys and girls) were wearing tuxes instead of dresses. They provided me one and the tie completely didn't match the rest of the suit. (I believe it was like a neon lime greenish). I was worried that I would ruin this kids prom by looking completely ridiculous. Everyone else told me that boys don't care about that kind of stuff but i still wanted to try to find another. There was a store in the highschool and i went in to see if I could buy a better tie but they didnt have anything that would work. I knew my dad had a good one at home so when we were all lineing up to go in, I ran home to get the tie and ended up missing the prom.

One of the odder dreams I have recalled in a while

(5/6/11)

My boyfriend and I were gonna drive an 18 wheeler truck somewhere. We got in and were looking around the cab. They had a huge bedroom (which was just like a room sleeping bags on the floor). We started driving on the highway and were coming up to a low underpass. I remember the sign being something ridiculously low that a normal car couldn't get under (like 5 feet). We started panicking because we didn't know how tall the truck was but we found a sign next to the steering wheel that said it was 6 feet high. That was the end i guess?

(5/6/11)

My boyfriend and I were gonna drive an 18 wheeler truck somewhere. We got in and were looking around the cab. They had a huge bedroom (which was just like a room sleeping bags on the floor). We started driving on the highway and were coming up to a low underpass. I remember the sign being something ridiculously low that a normal car couldn't get under (like 5 feet). We started panicking because we didn't know how tall the truck was but we found a sign next to the steering wheel that said it was 6 feet high. That was the end i guess?

I was on a big rubber raft with a gun going towards the beach. There was one other person in the boat stearing it and there were many other boats going with us. I remember we couldnt see the shore and so couldnt see what was waiting for us. (it was foggy or something?). Someone told me we were going to fight the Japanese. I was really afraid that I would die and I tried to text my mom to say I love you but right as I typed out the message
my phone died. When the boats finally got to the shore and everyone jumped out we were on a small sandy beach and the only people were five or six babies sitting there in diapers. There may have been more but
thats all I remember.

2/26/11

I had just got a job for some sort of company and they wanted me to go into space for a buisness trip but I really didn't want to. I was loading a car-type vehicle with my stuff and people were watching me. I told them I was nervous to fly and go into space. I get the odd feeling that the dream was much longer and more significant, but this is the only part i can remember.

2/23/11

My friend Rebecca and I were in a gas station convenience store. We went into the bathroom which we had to pay 10 dollars to get in (I dont remember paying but I remember knowing that we did). I vividly remember walking down a long dingy white hall to get there. Two young kids came in with a full basket of groceries. Michelle and I were sitting on the toilet. The kids looked very nervous and suspicious. I made some guesses (out loud) as to what they were doing with the groceries in the bathroom. My first guess was wrong but my second guess was that they were throwing them out the window so they didnt have to pay for it. We gave them advice on how to appear less suspicious. They asked us why we were sitting in the bathroom. I dont remember exactly what we said but it was something like we had to wait a certain amount of time because Rebecca's mom would be mad if we came back early or something. I dont remember if that was the real reason or if we were lieing but I do remember constantly checking the time. I guess once we gave them the advice the kids realized we didnt care what they were up to and began to swipe (what I assumed to be) stolen credit cards in a device that looked like the paper towel dispenser. It started printing stuff out the top. It was assumed they were buying stuff or something. I remember one of the cards (I think they swiped 2) was a pink "Susan g Komen" breast cancer one. After that they opened the window, which was frosted so you couldnt see out it till they did. I assumed they would be throwing the food to hoodlum friends but was supprised when I saw what I knew to be a family at the bottom. There were a lot of them and some were young but I knew it was their family. When they opened the window they yelled down “The villa is open for business.” I remember the people on the ground being confused by this. I believe we left at that point. I dont remember them actually throwing stuff out the window but I do remember a blackened, fried pickle that one of them started eating.