Thread: Kafine's dreams

Thursday, 10 November 2005

Possibly bordering on lucid here. I think I was too distressed. It was very vivid… One of the most vivid I have had in a while.

I dreamed that I was in the kitchen and some mobsters came in and started threatening me and saying they were going to steal things. They left eventually, to my immense relief, but there was a heart-stopping moment when I realised I had left the door to my room unlocked. I ran breathless round the hall and dropped to my knees in my doorway. They had taken everything big enough to carry. Except for some of the junk on my desk which marked out the pathetic space where my computer had been. I hoped I was dreaming. I prayed that I was dreaming. I got up and desperately began spinning, in the hope of dislodging the bad dream. Sure enough, I woke up warm and cosy in my bed, all my possessions where they should be.


This dream was very strange in it’s way. It was very vivid like a lucid dream, and I remembered about dream spinning, and the dream me even tried it. However, I didn’t know I was dreaming. I believed it was reality. I wanted the spinning to change the dream or wake me up, but I knew that I was probably just making a prat of myself by spinning round and round.

At least I have seen dream spinning in action now. It woke me up!

Originally posted by kafine

Something about teeth. The vertical grooves in my front teeth were very prominent. I was running my fingers across and feeling the texture. It was nasty. Very short memory of that dream.

Hi!
I read here quite a good number of dreams involving theeth (usually fallen or wounded). They seem a quite frequent object in dreams. According to some view, they refer to expression, communication.

This dream was very strange in it’s way. It was very vivid like a lucid dream, and I remembered about dream spinning, and the dream me even tried it. However, I didn’t know I was dreaming. I believed it was reality. I wanted the spinning to change the dream or wake me up, but I knew that I was probably just making a prat of myself by spinning round and round. [/b]

Very interesting: spinning is a technique to keep lucidity, not to wake up. When one lucid dream is fading away, they suggest to styart spinning.

As to mobsters who were stealing stuff, maybe you herd some strange sound in your home and your dream function interpreted it by arranging this dream story. Some sound that wasn't so loud to wake you up, nor so low to be unnoticed.

Just speculations, I'm not an expert.

eXistenZ

It's very likely that's where the mobster dream came from. I'm living in university halls, and there are people wandering around all night. A couple of times I have heard clattering in the kitchen and thought we had an intruder, and found it was just one of my housemates doing some drunken late night cookery.

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No dreams to report from last night

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I did remember that before the mobster dream I had a dream about being home and seeing the new goldfish which I haven't met yet.

No dreams yet! Arg!

Apart from a breif image where I remembered that I didn't need to buy deodorant after all.... Hmm.

Not sure what's up there. Probably stressss.

Two days worth:

Wednesday, 16 November 2005

Eye powder. There was more eye powder than usual on my eye. It was all over my top eyelashes. I noticed it was starting to dust my top like dandruff. Then I looked down and there was a pile of it in my lap. WEIRD.



Friday, 18 November 2005

Success! I think. My memory of the dream is rather sketchy. But I’m pretty sure that I finally had a dream where I knew that I was dreaming and actually ACTED on it.

I think I have a snippet of the dream before the lucid one. It involved pebbles. We were at the beach or something. I really don’t remember though

I don’t remember any of the dream before becoming lucid, so I don’t know what tipped me off. I was in a library, probably the university library, listening to something important. I felt like I was nodding off. I backed away from the group and took in my surroundings. I tried to remember some stuff from the website, but all I couldn’t remember anything interesting to try. Except for dream spinning, but I wasn’t going to do that. I tried a bit lamely to change my environment, but nothing happened. I felt bad, like I should really stay and listen, but I wandered into the next room. It was the bit of the library with books in. I walked around, saw a few people. I could feel myself beginning to wake up, and so I located a hot dream person and started trying to make out with them. I had a little bit of a non-lucid moment where I dreamed I was in the library later telling my friend about the experience. For some reason I told her that there had been wolves in the library at the time. Woke up.

Saturday, 19 November 2005

I forget the first part of the dream, which is a shame because it might have explained what was going on.

I was with a beautiful naked elf woman with very long hair. We were standing outside my parent’s house at night, wondering how on earth we were going to get to where we wanted to go. I don’t know where it was we wanted to go, but it was quite worrying that we couldn’t get there. A guy in a speedboat pulls over and asks us if we need a lift. He wore all black, and had a posh English accent. We accepted the lift, but my companion was getting a bit worried because well, she was naked and that was obviously the reason he’d pulled over. He turned around and started driving the boat in the wrong direction. I vaguely wondered when she was going to say something. But it was late, and I dropped off to sleep. When I woke up it was sunrise. I looked out of the boat and saw what I thought was my parents’ house. “How come we’ve only just passed there? How far did we go?” But she told me, it wasn’t the house. As we sped along, I saw that the other buildings were different, and then we passed a large display of big colourful guitars. There was a set of big electric ones in various colours lined up on a white plinth that was down the middle of the road. Opposite it, side with the buildings, was a plinth with a bigger set of acoustic-looking guitars. “Oh yeah”, I said. “There aren’t any guitars near my house”. She laughed.
I think I must have dropped off again, because the next thing I remember was hearing the man apologise to my friend. She looked very embarrassed and he was saying “Oh (whatever her name was), I have done the wrong thing. I have made you look a most silly clown, and I’m sorry.” He started to stroke her stomach. At this point I noticed that she appeared to be painted as if… a person from a painting was walking about. The highlights on her stomach were beautifully done and I admired the brushwork instead of worrying about what the sleazy man was doing. Suddenly they both sat up and started talking in droning voices. “Oh,” I thought. “Mind control, eh?” I sat back and enjoyed the ride anyway. She was giving instructions to him of which route to take, as they were being relayed to her. The discussion went something like this;

“Take the neeeext leeeeft.”
“There isn’t a neeeext left”
“There will beee, take the neeext avaaaailable leeeft.”
“This is a roooouuundabooout”
“Yeeesss?”
“Which exit do I taaaaake?”
“Isn’t it obviooous?”

And got angrier from there. I contemplated the possibility that whoever was doing the mind control hadn’t banked on there being a second person in control of the vehicle. It was hilarious. I just sat in the back and laughed to myself.
Then we got onto the motorway. I noticed a couple of cars had been squashed completely flat against the road. I wondered vaguely what could have caused that. Then I thought it’d be quite fun to be able to do that. Woke up.

Not such good dreaming this week. Little fast images that are hard to remember. I remember that I had the dreams, but usually only one image from them. Moslty they had to do with my freinds, I think. I've been worried this week, which explains having dreams like that.

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Friday 25 November 2005

Breif memory of previous dream, involving our oven being in my parents house, and being wrapped up warm against the cold. I was trying to cook sausages, but it wan't going well. My dad was saying that I shouldn't leave the cooked sausages out on the side if they had split, or something.

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A freind asked me if I wanted to to to a cafe with them for food. I had just finished making my dinner, so I took it with me. (I had sausages, potato wedges and peas, which is what I really had for dinner yesterday)

We had some difficulty sitting down, as there was only a two-person table left and there wasn't room for all our stuff on it. A group of people we sort of knew came in, including a freind of a freind Ryan, and somebody on campus called Clair.

They sat at a table and butted it right up against ours. We scrambled for it as some of our stuff fell off, and them we tried to rearrange the table.

But we ended up sitting with our table on the end of and slightly underneath the bigger one, so it was like an extension, and we were now sitting with the other people.

They ordered and the old waitress told Ryan that since we were his freinds we could have a discount. I think he was a frequent customer.

They all ordered, and as the food started to arrive, I realised that my plate that I had brought with me was not there. I looked around for it and then I noticed that Clair was eating a sausage. She hadn't ordered any food. I stood up and looked at her plate. Sure enough, it was my dinner.

I was really upset. She had publicly and blatantly stolen my food, and none of the others would believe me. Not only that but when she was eating the sausages she was making comments about how bad they tasted.

I ended up getting on the table, walking over and taking the plate from her myself. Everybody's faces showed that they clearly thought that I was the one in the wrong.

I moved to a different table to finish my dinner. As they were leaving, my freind came up behind me and waited for me to finish. I sulked and ate more slowly. When I did get up I noticed that on the wall there was a peice of paper saying that Maxwell was getting married to another deviantart.com member called Temil (I don't think they really exist). The text claimed that they went fishing together all the time in Cornwall. Her avatar was printed in big on the left hand side, and underneath was a black and white photo of Maxwell amd some other people (presumably one of them was Temil) sitting leaning against a country stone wall in a graveyard somewhere.

Dream cuts to random guy sitting in his car on a country lane. A railway ran alongside the road. there was a white sign on the verge between them that said "Clayton T" in black letters. The guy had added a peice of paper onto the end which said "he subways". He obviously though this was really clever because he was wawiting around in his car to see when somebody would notice.

Dream cuts to security camera veiw of some escalators in an airport. I can hear a security guard talking. The person they are lookimg for goes up the escalator and the security guard is relaying the details and asking for backup. Suddenly Maxwell and one of her freinds came running, one down each escalator. They ran off camera towards a gate, so presumably they were late for a flight. Maxwell was wearing a bowler hat. The guard on the radio aknowleged them as ".. and the two guys from Lichtenstien".

Before the dream recorded above I have another snippet;

I realised that the anime Oh My Goddess! was a spin-off of the Myst games, because they used linking books to travel between heaven and earth. Which is not true.

Saturday, 26 November 2005

I think I got the apple from my grandparents, but I'm not sure. I have a vague memory of sitting around on sofas and my parents, grandparents, and aunt and uncle were there.



I was on a bus with Mrsh and Jonny and I had an apple and some shopping. We got off the bus early and I said walk through through town because there were other things I needed to buy. Mrsh said It'd be okay if we weren't too long.

I dropped the apple and decided to leave it there. Jonny picked it up and asked why I left it there. Cos it was very bruised, I told him.

the bus had parked next to a shrub. I tried to see if you stand on the shrub. You couldn't. I sank.

We walked along the street. It became wentloog road, where my old junior school was. I waled up wentloog and it was making my legs really rired.

I looked up the hill at the first gateway which was locked. There was a sign saying DOWNLOAD. You had go to the website and download information apparently.

I walked up to the next gate, and the top of the school appeard over the wall. It was shiney, they had had a lot of new extensions and had their brickwork cleaned. I felt intese feelings of nostalgia.

I caught sight of my classmate Jenna up there. I carried on walking, and my legs felt really tired.

My freind Mrsh woke me up by phoning me.

Sunday 27th November 2005

Part one
In the living room with my housemate Mark and his freinds Tim, Claire, Rob and another one he didn't introduce me to.

We were watching a movie, exactly the way we really were yesterday, except that in the dream the living room light was on.

I got up and went to the kitchen for something. I saw a spider under the sink. It was only one of those skinny ones, but it was a pretty big one. I frantically looked around for something to squish it with, but it got away under the sink.

I went back into the living room and saw two more spiders on the wall above the tv. One was one of those skinny spiders, the other was one of those big house spiders. Nobody else in the room seemed that bothered.


Part 1.5...??
I was in the photography studio taking photos (which has never really happened) along with a few of the photography students. My classmate Jenna was modeling nude for us. At least, she was supposed to be, but we had a hard time getting her to put the blanket down.



Part two
At the millenium dome with my mother and my freinds Mrsh and Spo.

We drove there through Cheltenham, and the ugly bulk of the new cinema complex loomed against the horizon (they haven't really finished it yet). It looked like the opera house in Cardiff Bay, with all the reflective tiles. But it was much bigger.

This seemed to kick off a theme of reflectors (like bicycle reflectors). WE drove around a corner and all along the side were big reflective tiles. A good idea, you could see the corner at night, but as I stated in the dream "reflective tiles are so year 2000".

We saw some things before we had to pay to go in (I'm surprised my memory of it is as wrong as it was, I've been there and it looked nothing like it looked in my dream). Mum paied at the till. It only cost 4.50 for Mrsh and Spo because they can pass for children, and £7 for me and mum.

We entered into a cafe, which had a stream running through it. Floating in the stream was the birthday card I drew for Mark to give to his mother a few weeks ago. I was a bit insulted to see it lying in a stream.

Mrsh had another drawing I had made for her. She had espied a guy she thought was hot on the other end of the stream, and decided to write a message on the back and float the picture to him on the stream.

We stood and debated for a whiel about this. They didn't seem to realise that dropping the picture into the water would ruin it, and I was insulted that they would think of doing that with something I'd spent time making for them. Also, the stream wasn't flowing very fast. Mark's picture had hardly moved since we had been standing there. I managed to stop them from doing it, anyway.

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My mind doesn't generally go in for that kid of symbolism in dreams, but I think the idea of my artwork being dropped into a stream speaks for itself. Feeling a bit inadaquet in that area at the moment.

My recall is definatley improving!

Thursday 1st December 2005

I only remember the end of the dream, although I think I did have a little false awakening back there, because I woke up in the morning distinctly remembering having woken up before and the clock saying it was 11:00. When I really woke up is was only 9:20, so that couldn’t have been real.

Waiting for a train with mum, dad and Dave. It was late, there had been disruptions on the line outside of Cheltenham. The one carriage Cardiff train showed up and got filled pretty quickly. We thought we would have to wait for the next one but someone said they would let some more people on. So we ran across the swing bridge that made a path across the tracks ,despite the safety warning coming over the intercom. We then had to climb a ladder up to another level to run across that platform, and then down again onto another bridge (because the train had stopped on one of the middle tracks). I looked back and saw that Dave was catching us up. I began to wonder…why am I getting on a train to Cardiff? I’m supposed to be going to Birmingham today! Come to think of it, why are my parents even here?? Woke up.

I woke up a few times last night, thanks to my housemates... (¬_¬)'

I remembered a dream each time I woke up, but now they are gone! I was too tired at the time to think of jotting something down.

I was painting a picture of someone with black hair this morning, and it triggered a dream memory from last night!

I had dreamed about complaining about people who dye their hair black to be cool, then realised the person I was talking to had dyed their hair black. I remember looking at her hair and seeing all the shine and detail.

Probably sometning will trigger more of those memories from last night at a later date.

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EDIT: I was right! I was reading over my old dreams and I remembered that I had another dream about cooking sausages. This time I absent mindedly decided to boil them, and it was a long time and a conversation with my mother before I realised I was doing something silly. My mother picked the sausages out of the pot and put them on the grill.

No remembered dreams from last night. I went to a deviantmeet and stayed up till 4am sticking my pictures to gether and writing a journal on it because I was determind to be the first. Heh heh.

http://kafine.deviantart.com/journal/7208456/

I found that I dream better when I go to bed tired, but 4am after a busy day? NOT GOOD.

Okay.. Two things.

I was woken up by my housemates AGAIN at about 4am (who needs an alarm, when you live with those guys?).

I dreamed that my housemate Mark was a fashion designer, and he was involved in this show of really bad themed dresses. There was a set of dresses themed around landmarks in London... it was really quite bad.

I remember the big Ben one, she was wearing a floor length straight up and down dress, with the outside of the clock tower printed on it, and then she had a roof-shaped hat on, and a tudor style ruff around her neck which was apparently supposed to be the clock part... *shrug*

Anyway, I had a drink and went back to bed.

When I woke up at 7:30 from my alarm, I had a weird disjointed and VERY STRANGE dream about Strong Bad dressed as a woman. There was quite a lot of the Strong Bad bit, bit I only remember the end after he put the dress on. He was talking in a mock lady voice. He apparently didn't know he was doing it, and his brother Strong Sad was trying to convince him that he was indeed wearing a dress. Then Strong Bad went off to use the toilet and thankfully I woke up at that point.

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Thoughts: both of these dreams involve dresses.
For both of these dreams I was an observer, and was not doing anything or noticing my body, although for the Strong Bad dream, I was definatley inside their basement.

I was pleased with the detail in both of these dreams. The dress designs were intricate, and my memory of Free Country Usa seemed pretty close. Apart from the fact that Strong Sad was a bit thinner than he should be, and was wearing a white shirt with something written on it in red.

Right...

I think I just had my third lucid dream!!

It's hard to remember, the memory is nearly gone. It's entirely possible that it was a normal dream and I just thought I was lucid dreaming. Nevertheless...

I got up out of bed and went to the computer. I remember looking at the things arrranged on the desk. I pushed the button on the computer. I turned around to go to the bathroomWhat I can only describe as being a feeling somewhere between suspicious and dizzy. As I watched the room came into focus, although it was still slightly hazy. It felt like my eyes were tired. The whole room felt like it does when you sleep on your hand. Tingly.

I felt the cheap university carpet on my feet and I was there.

I stepped forward and looked around in disbelief.

I got my head together and started to think of what to do. I tried to conjure somebody up, but it didn't work. So I decided to go out side and see if I could fly (I didn't feel ready to just get up on the desk and jump through the closed window!). [/color]

As I headed for the door I wondered if I should go to the loo before I left but I decided not to (see, I have bladder control).

Then I saw there was a mirror on the back of the bathroom door.... "Dare I?" I thought.

I was scared to look, but I bent down and peered into it. I was really worried there would be something wrong with my eyes that would freak me out.

But it was okay. My eyes were a bit lighter than they should be, and my pupils were a bit small, but apart from that I looked perfeclty normal.

Then I tried to leave the room.

As I reached for the door handle I began to feel funny, my vision started to blur over. I tried rubbing my hands together, and I tried spinning, but no luck.

Oh well.

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I think it was the arrangement of stuff on the desk that tipped me off somehow. Something must have been out of place, which started to make me feel suspicious, which made me notice I was feeling something.

It's really small and tiny dream, but it's definatley the most real one out of the three. Probably because I remembered the bit of the dream before becoming lucid.

Thoughts; Touch is something I experienced in my first lucid dream. It certainly helped bring the world into focus. I've touched things in dreams before, but it feels very different somehow.

Also, I remembered about someone saying it helps them to rub their hands together. And about the dream spinning again.

And I remembered the looking into mirrors topic too.

But I didn't remember any of the things I really wanted to try and do!

I think this dream was destined to be cut short. I was just too tired (housemates again).

Heh heh!

I met Edna!

She was teaching something, and she had a very big long studio with mirrors at the end. Most of the inside of the builing seemed to be a big shiny stairwell, with bridges and balconies, all in glass and polished metal. On three walls were the doors to studios and classrooms, on the other there were open arches into the multistorey car park. The outside of the building was mostly glass, and the studios all had glass sides so you could see in.

Anyway. The fisrt half of the dream had Edna helping me out with something.

I caught sight of a magazine article which had a photo of Edna standing on the stairs talking to Bob. The article was written by someone who thought Edna was a man, apparently. And they spelt darling "daliing!"

It was the end of the day snd people were leaving so I decided it was time to go. I went over to one of the water fountains which were very 10ft or so along the opposite wall. I was near one of the car park entrances. I brushed my teeth at the water fountain. I then remembered I had to go and ask Edna when she was free to help me with the thing again.

I got really worried because I wasn't sure whether or not I should leave my teeth brushing things at the sink. People would think it was weird if they saw it, but I didn't have a bag to put the stuff in, and people would think it was weird if they saw me carrying it about.

I then realised I didn't know how to get back across to Edna's room. I wondered if I should cut through the car park, but I decided not to on the grounds that it was not the place to be seen with your toothbrush....

I wandered around the big stairwell for a while, untill a woman came out of a nearby door. I told her I was looking for Edna's room. She said it always seemed harder to find than it was. She told me how when she had been new here Edna had teased her and lead her all over the place when showing her where it was.

So I thought... It's going to be behind me now, isn't it. I turned around. Yup, there was Edna's room. And she was visible walking around on a table in there. She was pulling things down that had been hanging from the ceiling and giving orders to her assistant.

I watched for a moment and then saw Edna come out of the door and go over to the shelves by the window near the door.

I went over. "hello", I said.
She looked at me sucpiciously. "...hello?"

She didn't seem to remember who I was. And I never got around to asking her when she was free because something her assistant was doing inside the room distracted me.

Woke up.

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Well, I was watching the Incredibles last night, so this is fair enough really.

It was great to meet Edna!

I remembered that the lucid dream from the other night was follwed by a vague memory of being one of a team of animators working on Homestar Runner.

I clearly watch too much Homestar Runner.

Not so good the past couple of nights.

Yesterday was something to do with Maxwell, I think.

From last night I have a breif memory of a vaguely disturbing dream, which I'd very much like to forget please. Thankyou.

No dreams to report from last night. I think it's because I'm winding down for the christmas holiday, as well as being stressed out about getting my essay in on wednesday.

I did have a dream, but I was too lazy to write it down and I forgot it.

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I have added illlustrations for my third lucid dream and the Strong Bad in a dress dream. I'm going to try and start illustrating more dreams, as hopefully this will help me remember the visuals better. As well as being a good drawing excerisise! Heh heh.

Okaay...


The local churchyar back in my home town had merged with my university campus.

Me and my classmate Jenna were taking a walk through it.

A really creepy man (looked a bit like Faerie-princess-ami, but older and... creepier) came walking up the path behind us. Jenna spotted him and started to lead me down another path. She gestured over her shoulder to point him out to me, and I saw that he was starting to follow us! He was clearly.... interested.

So Jenna said we had better pretend to be lesbians so that he would leave us alone. So we pretended we hadn't seen him, walked a little further down the path, and started making out.

He stopped and watched for a bit, then he started calling out to us. He said he knew what we were trying to do, but he felt privileged to have seen it anyway.

He also said he had thought we were lesbians anyway. But I think he was just rtying to insult us.

He wandered off, and we ran back down the path and away along the street.


Later, we were back in my kitchen. I looked at the living room door and thought; that door leads into the graveyard. We should have just made a run for here and bolted the door.

My housemate Mark came through the door with some of his freinds. The creepy man was among them! He grinned at me.

Ew.

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Notes; I had pizza last night. Pizza includes cheese. This may have been why I didn't have the essay-induced stress dream I was due.

Hmm.... interesting dream.

Lets see if I can remember more of it as I go along...


The first and clearest thing I remember is being on a bus with Mrshy. I think I was on my way home. We went past some building site, or roadworks, or someting. In one of their muddy trenches I saw one of my kitchen knives. There's my knife!! I thought. But no... it wasn't the knife I had been looking for, it was the fork. I still hadn't found the fork.


The next thing I remember is being somewhere like a park, a nature reserve type park. Which had merged with the graveyard from the last dream.

And I was with some of the cast of Neigbours. WHY?? I don't even watch that show, but they keep popping up.

I remember taking photographs of one of them... She was posing in front of some bird hides, which rather amusingly, were on the side of the graveyard which overlooks the street and the houses.

There was some stuff before that, and from what I can feel, I think it was quite bizzarre. I'm just going to have to wait for something to trigger it though

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Notes- I tried out the cheese last night.

My essay is due in today, so I wasn't expecting to remember much of the dream...

If anything I was expecting to dream about Cosmopolitan supposrting the female stereotype! *dies*

Two dreams.

First dream was Awesome! I wish I could remember what was going on!

Random memory, something to do with shopping.

The first thing I remember is wanting to jump through this massive stained glass window because it would give me special powers, or take me somewhere, or just do something magical. I can't remember..
We were on some kind of quest, and they were in a big hurry. We were in a long gallery of a big castle or cathedral. It was dark but outside was sunny. We were a few floors up. I think Dave, Maxwell, Mrsh, Joode and Animebabeca were there... One of them had jumped thorugh the window previously.

Random memory; Something to do with cake.

There were three of these windows. They were really pretty. I eventually managed to leap through one, but it happened in a sort of slow motion. I remained suspended and there were blue sparkles in the air. As I drifted slowly past, I noticed the third window. It must have been in a different room, because I could only see it now I was outside.

I jumped through it back inside.

Then I was in a bedroom, styled like the rest of the building, and there were some of those religious icon drawings in little frames around the walls. They looked vaguely Indian. One of then had a pattern of background objects that made a spiral. I traced my finger around it. Another I feeled off, and it had the lord's prayer in very tiny gothic print underneath.



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Second dream, I dreamed that somebody (who exactly was not specified) from Koko's Goldfish lived next door to us. Although their house looked oddly like ours inside.

It was the job of me and my mother to go in and clean out his fishtank while he was away.

He had two fish, their names were Widget and Steve, they were small bug eyed goldfish. Widget was mottled black with an orange belly, and Steve was white with orange spots.

Their fishtank was huge, it was on the floor. It drained through a saucer-sized plughole in the centre.

One side of the tank was lined with small animal cages. Widget and Steve had access to two of them. This was bad because Widget had learned to wriggle out between the bars. I had to pick her up off the floor and put her back in several times.

We fed the fishies, and then I realised that there were several different kinds of food lying around (his house was full of fish and pet related stuff), so I wondered if we had given them the right food.

Then, when we were emptying the tank, I noticed that Steve had a little lump. I wondered if he was on any medication for it. My mother located the guy's diary.

It had a drawn chart with the names of pets, and a list of things they each needed. It started "Soy Sauce", which started a frantic search for the soy sauce. Next was orange juice, and then several other really bizzarre things.

I got suspicious, so I checked the chart. Mum had been reading it wrong. Those ingredients were supposed to be for the ferrets!

The ferrets names were listed as Findegras and Lady Twatterby.

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Notes; Animebabeca and Lady-twatterby are members of deviantart.

I really like goldfishsh. Two of my goldfish died of having little lumps. This dream may be about my worries for the one who still lives.

I can't explain the first dream at all. I wish I could remember what was going on....

Three!

Another one with some of the cast of Neighbours, amongst othre people. They were tripping. This was paticularly funny to watch because they were on a glass floor.

It was a big glass surface suspended from the ceiling of a big stone hall and lit from below.

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Dream two.

In the kitchen at home. My mother was cooking eggs for my Dad and Strong Sad. She was adamant that Strong Sad liked "razzles" and despite his protestations, made him one. He actually hated them.

A "razzle" was made by putting yolks of a few egss into half of a mold, and putting the whites into another half, boiling them and then putting the molds together. The result looked like a Togepi, with a two color effect. You then lightly fried it.



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Dream three.

A discworld dream! THat doesn't happen often enough.

Anyway, I was where my grandmother used to live, a few streets away from my high school. The police were involved. There had been a troll thing found, and naturally they were concerned.

I'm not sure what the troll things were, they were big stone spheres with holes in.

It rolled away, and stopped in the gateway of the school.

It was dark and someone came looking for it. They pointed out a round shape by the gate, but as my eyes got used to the light, I saw it was a bin.

I wasn't paticularly worried about them getting the troll, for some reason.

Later, I was in school and I noticed the troll thing was on the other side of the playground. The troll came, looking for it, and some kids tipped him into the bin and shut the lid


Then somebody asked me if they sold comic books in the school library. I said they sometimes did. I went in with them, and they did. Only a couple of series though, they must have been made by local people and students. I wondered why there weren't more, and someone said they were just stocking up. Some comic books flew past through the air.[/img]

A few random images.

Deciding whether or not to pack my frozen peas.



We shall have to see if sleeping in my own bed tonight helps at all. Yay for going home!