Thread: Perchance to Dream

Dream 1

I woke up and walked out the door to go to the bathroom. As I passed the living room, I looked at my mom in the recliner and asked her to keep an eye on Jaime while I went to the bathroom. As I was coming back from the bathroom, I saw Jaime rolling toward the edge of the bed and I dashed ahead to catch her. I asked my mom why she wasn't watching, and she just kind of waved me off. Jaime fell, but it seemed like the bed had shrunk really close to the ground, and Jaime seemed bigger; she fell on her belly and was fine.

Dream 2

I was in a building that reminded me a lot of the description of Hogwarts in Harry Potter, and after a few minutes I realized that it was indeed Hogwarts. There was a Ministry of Magic person with an office on the 5th floor, and I snuck up to his office. It was an ugly, ugly office, with a gray metal fileing cabinet, an ugly green chair (precisely the one we just replaced at my library), and papers and parchment everywhere. I was looking for something, though I have no idea what it was. I froze when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I ducked behind a desk just as the Ministry guy (a short, round man with dark brown hair cut close to his head and a dark moustache and beard and oval glasses), a woman, and a ten- or eleven-year-old boy walked in. The woman and the boy waited while the Ministry guy frantically looked for something. He was getting dangerously close to where I was hiding, and then I realized that my purse was sitting right under a box that he was sure to move very soon. I decided to risk sliding my finger in the edge of it and pulling it to me, which I did just as the Ministry guy picked up the box it was set behind. I cringed, waiting for him to freak out because I knew my hand was exposed for a second...but he continued to look around as if he hadn't seen anything. It occured to me that I might be wearing an Invisiblity Cloak. I took a chance and waved my hand in front of the Ministry guy's face--he was completely oblivious.

At this point, I realized I was dreaming. The Ministry guy gave up looking and walked out, the mom and boy following right behind him. I decided that the fastest way out was to fly--which is exactly what I did. I flew across the room (it was the coolest experience ever!) and right out the door. I paused for a moment and rubbed my hands together, and then I ran down the marble stairs as fast as I could until I got to what I knew must be the Great Hall. I ran in and up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. At this point, I started to lose lucidity, and decided to start spinning, but just as I went into the spin I woke up.

Still, it was cool.

I was at a house that I understood to be my friend Eric's. It was nighttime, and I was outside kind of sneaking around. The house was dark blue, and there were lights in the windows. Eric came around and met me, and we went inside. It was late at night, and I knew I should be going to sleep, but I heard this noise coming from outside. There was a horrible screeching noise and toilet paper all over the yard, and I saw a girl with short, straight brown hair running away. I knew her to be bad news, although I had the feeling that Eric had an immense crush on her.
I went in and told him that something was going on outside, but he kinda shrugged. I went out and kept a watch...
I ended up sleeping outside, I think, and then we fastforwarded to several weeks later. I knew somehow that she and I (I think her name was Kari) had gotten into a fight. I wasn't staying with Eric anymore, but I was apparently close by. I was supposed to be staying in my apartment--my dad was going to go talk to Eric and his family about something--something about Kari being dangerous--and I just couldn't stay behind. So I snuck out again; the house looked exactly as it had in the beginning of the dream, and it was cold, but I crouched under the window and listened to them talk, although I couldn't make out everything.
Then something happened--the next thing I knew, I was laying on a stretcher being attended to by paramedics.

These are notable dreams that happened over the holiday:

Dream 1

I was in some kind of very odd little school. It was teeming with a lot of elementary school kids, but there were older kids as well, apparently taking classes in the same school. The walls, I remember, were very white. At some point, I joined forces with two Grease-looking characters (the one I remember most was the boy with the faded blue jeans, white tank, and black hair) to break into a teacher's house. I don't know why we were doing it, but I felt kind of nervous about the whole thing. We sat around in her house and ate her food and watched TV, and then the guy with the black hair stole her car--a red Mustang--and the dream ended.

Dream 2

I was in some kind of hospital with my family. We were talking to two pregnant women, a young girl and an older woman. Somewhere along the way I realized that the hospital was a mental institution, and these women were in here because of diagnosed mental disorders. I got the distinct impression, though, that the young girl had her wits about her. There was a nurse there; Nurse MacDowell, and she was very fierce, and I got the distinct impression that there was something inherently evil about her. She ushered me and my family down a hallway ending in a gray metal door with an exit sign and practically pushed us out of it. The older woman followed us down the hall, and for whatever reason halfway through the parking lot I turned and said "You're in here because you're crazy, you know."

Then the view changed; I was inside the older woman's head--that is, I was, and she--I-- was going somewhere. Something had happened to me; I was having a moment of full sanity, and was rushing for Nurse MacDowell, trying to warn someone about what MacDowell was planning. Before I could uncloud my mind enough to figure out what it was, though, some big black guy in an attendant's uniform grabbed me, drugged me, and dragged me out of the hall. I was screaming loudly as he pulled me away, and that's when my brother woke me up.

I was in a local church, and the pastor was giving some kind of sermon, though I wasn't really paying attention to what he was talking about. And then he held up a Harry Potter book and began reading paragraphs from it, but I couldn't really figure out how it related to his message in the slightest.

This happened while I was catching up on my sleep this afternoon...

I was sort of in this dream, but it was also sort of like watching it on TV. There was this group of detectives trying to solve a murder. There was an overturned stool and a guy sitting on one nearby, and they arrested him; he said he didn't do it, but wouldn't talk to anyone because he wasn't quite right mentally.

During the course of the investigation, they discovered the guy's fingerprints on the overturned stool, which turned out to be the murder weapon. In the end, they found that the true murderer had used the guy's barfight from the night before--he had killed a man, then picked up the barstool and threw it. As it rolled away in the darkness, you could hear cop cars coming, and that's when the mentally retarded guy was arrested. It turned out that the murderer had used the dead man's fingerprints to try and hunt down his ex-girlfriend.

Then, at the very end, as they were bringing the murderer into custody, three people walked in and released him--who turned out to be a her--and told them they had staged the murder to test the team's response time. The guy in charge of the staging said, "It took you 36 hours--36! You're obsolete, and you need to be replaced. You care too much about the people involved--you're only here to solve a crime."

And one of the guys from the detective team stepped into the stager's office and said, "You know what I think? I think you're an asshole." And then he turned and walked out, and the dream ended.

Nothing spectacular with dream recall last night--what I do remember is sketchy.

I know there was some kind of hole-in-the-wall restaurant involved. It was wooden, with falling shingles and uneven tables and broken doors. And I was a waitress there. There were two girls who were talking deeply about something, but I don't remember what it was.

There was a large stretch of woods outside the restaurant that no one wanted to go into, and there was a big yellowish dog tetered to a pole between the restaurant and the woods.

I was in a cake shop, and apparently I was working there under the direction of the woman who is the head librarian at the elementary school where I work. All of the teachers were involved, but they were on a trip or going to some kind of conference, and I was left watching the cake shop alone.

At some point, Mrs. Pate called me, and I rattled off the specs about her cake (it was pink with brown icing). She said, "Wow," and I asked her if she had expected me to be unprepared, she laughed and said "Yeah," and then all of the teachers returned. The assistant principal was there, and she told me what a great job I had done with my preparedness.

I could not have had a more boring dream. Okay, maybe I could have, but I hope I don't...
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I was online, and I was waiting for The Blue Meanie to sign onto DV because I really wanted to talk to him. As I was waiting, I was catching up on posts, and there were a few about wolves that directly related to my plot with Lewis on HSWW. In fact, I was also working on editing the first page of the Insight for Karen. Somehow, DV and HSWW ended up being on the same page. Finally Matt signed into DV chat and we were joking around in our usual manner. Then we started talking about the moon; I'm not sure why. Suddenly Sukira from HSWW signed onto DV chat, and then Courtney. I was really angry with them for some reason and was going to sign off, but I woke up instead.

Dream 1

My mom and I spent a lot of time in the jewelry store called Eon, and apparently they also did air conditioning, because at some point some guys with "Eon" written on their shirts came to take a look at ours. There was a lady whosold my mom a necklace, and a cute (but sleazy) young guy who tried to convince me to spend $149 on some costume jewelry. Instead I bought a thin, silver chain. There was music involved, though I'm not sure how. There may have been a band playing outside of the store.

Dream 2

I was throwing some kind of major pool party at this Olympic-sized swimming pool. It was a hot and sunny day, and we were laying back and sunning on loungers and lawn chairs. There were hundreds of people, most of whom I didn't know, and they all wanted a turn on this blue wake board I had apparently brought with me.

Dream Snippet

Right before I woke up, I saw some feet with the enormously hideous red and white socks that said "I (heart) America." Really, they were awful. I was glad to wake up.

I didn't have good recall last night at all...I think it had something to do with getting used to sleeping in late. According to what I wrote at 5 a.m., I was searching online for baby pictures and goofing off with someone's Frapuccino. Woo freakin' who.

Dream 1

First dream I've had involving HSWW characters...weird...

Lune walked into a Hogsmeade shop and discovered her clothes had changed. Esper came in and they both faced Lexus, asking why. He said he was "only having fun."

Dream 2

I went into a restaurant and met this couple there who was celebrating the anniversary of their first date at this restaurant. They were black, and the woman was short and very round, with big boobs and a red tank top. Her husband was a big, tall, broad-shouldered man in a tight black t-shirt, and both were wearing jeans. His nickname for her was "Baby Food," and it was displayed on the marquee, white lettering on a field of blue (go figure). We were eating vanilla cake without plates and getting crumbs everywhere. Somewhere in there I had the idea that the man was going to propose.

Then I guess I got done with my cake and went to the buffet, which was serving all this fried food (chicken, potato chips, french fries, fried fish, etc.). There were a whole bunch of stereotypical redneck guys standing there talking about something (sports, I think). That's when I gratefully woke up.

I woke up late this morning and didn't have time to write in my journal, so here are the things I can remember...

I was selling something, though I'm not sure what, and everyone I work with was buying from me. The superintendent of the school district I work in was also buying, and I had a calculator for adding up his cost, but our principal did the math in her head instead. I checked it with the calculator and it was correct.

Then I was out in a parking lot talking to someone, though I don't remember who. Whoever it was, it was someone whose mental capability I question, because I was wondering if it was safe for someone like her to be driving. And then we left, and I was driving a kickass white car, and we went in separate directions.

Okay, so technically this wasn't a dream, but it was WICKED AWESOME, so I'm putting it here anyway.

I was bored today and decided to lay down and relax, meditate, maybe try the SP technique I had read earlier on DV. I wasn't exhausted, but I was like, "eh, I could sleep." So I laid down and started concentrating on my breathing and slowing my heart rate, like I always do when I meditate. And then I started feeling a little heavy and tingly, nothing I haven't experienced before. But THEN I think I must have fallen asleep for a second, because the next thing I knew, I was feeling very odd. My eyes were closed, and my body felt almost disconnected, heavy, and immovable--I felt like my body was sleeping, but I was completely aware. It was wicked cool.

Originally posted by poeticDreamer
Okay, so technically this wasn't a dream, but it was WICKED AWESOME, so I'm putting it here anyway.

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I was bored today and decided to lay down and relax, meditate, maybe try the SP technique I had read earlier on DV. I wasn't exhausted, but I was like, "eh, I could sleep." So I laid down and started concentrating on my breathing and slowing my heart rate, like I always do when I meditate. And then I started feeling a little heavy and tingly, nothing I haven't experienced before. But THEN I think I must have fallen asleep for a second, because the next thing I knew, I was feeling very odd. My eyes were closed, and my body felt almost disconnected, heavy, and immovable--I felt like my body was sleeping, but I was completely aware. It was wicked cool.

That sounds pretty freaking awesome. I like your new signature by the way, very pretty.

Dream 1

There was a little girl wearing pink and sitting in a high chair. She was about two-years-old, and she was eating something. Suddenly she looked up at me and said, "I wuv you!" And so I said, "I love you, too!" I remember thinking, I wish Jaime would say that...

Dream 2

I don't remember much, but I know that I was with a very large group of people, and we were all buying and selling things. It was almost like some kind of Wall Street situation, but we were in a desert-like environment, dressed in robes, and speaking some weird kind of language.

Okay, I've decided to start recording my WILD attempts...even better, we're going to COLOR CODE them! Muwahahahaha. From now on, my WILD attempts will be GREEN. You got that, sucker?

WILD Attempt

Time: 7:10 p.m.
Duration: approximately 35 minutes

Jaime was napping; I had been reading Goblet of Fire (again) when I decided it might be an appropriate time for a WILD attempt. I laid down in the same position as before: on my back, my ankles loosely crossed, and my hands up near my head, slightly bent.

I began to focus on my body, becoming aware of the speed of my heartbeat and the passage of air as I breathed slowly. My body began to feel heavy and tingly, and I started focusing less on my body and more on my mind. I cleared my head, bringing a picture of a favorite daydreaming setting to act as a quieting backdrop as I focused on my breathing.

Suddenly I felt as if I were floating, my body feeling disconnected and distant. I started letting my mind drift some at this point, though I also started counting in an attempt to stay aware. I felt like I was drifting in and out of sleep a few times, but every time I recognized myself as being fully aware, I was still counting somewhere way back in my mind.

Then, just as I felt myself on the verge of repeating yesterday's experience, Jaime woke up screaming. I reluctantly let myself come back to complete consciousness, though I must have done so too quickly because I still felt pretty lightheaded when I stood up. About 30-45 minutes afterwards, though, I had a sudden surge of alertness and clarity. I don't really know what to attribute that too, though.

Oooh, you get another post because you're just that cool.

I like the name change. Mmmhmm...ok, that's it.

Bye.

lol. Thanks Courtney, on both counts.

Hm, just saying hi.

*runs from the room screaming in terror*

You're welcome.

*pause*

*runs screaming from the room behind Christy*

I was with my brother somewhere and I was looking in my handbag. Suddenly I noticed that my cell phone was in there (it's been lost for about two weeks now), and I practically hit myself for not realizing it was there sooner.

Of course, the first thing I did upon waking was check my purse...and of course, my phone wasn't there. *Sigh*

Call your cell phone and listen for ringing?

I considered that, but I know that I turned it off because the battery was dying. It's not like anyone calls me anyway, but still, if I'm paying for the phone I ought to know where it is, at least...