Thread: Dream Journal

The first thing I remember is us talking...I think we are at a library, but then he tells me that he knows I've been around because he sees me "at the library." He acts really friendly and sweet, tells me he knows that I've been seeing this guy....but in my head I'm thinking "No, you have no idea, I would much rather be with you." So, he tells me that he comes to class with his brother sometimes, or goes to the library.

I was in the middle of a class, and we had a test, but I had left the class for some reason. All the clocks are wrong, so I have no idea when I should go back, how long I've been gone, or anything like that. It seems the dream consisted of a lot of running back and forth. I kept going down the same hallways, and then back again. There was a lot of music playing during my dream. As I was walking back and forth, I kept walking by him and we would comment on the song. At one point, I leaned over to where he was sitting and said "Oh my God, I love this song." The only song I remember hearing is Simple Mind's "Alive and Kicking." But I know there were other songs.

I'm excited to see him and I feel really happy. I decide to skip the rest of my class and my test and find him so that I can try to get him to hang out and talk to me for a while. I think for a second about where he would be coming from with his brother, and then I run that way. As I'm heading down the hallway, I see some of my friends, Jenn was one of them. I hear her talking shit, and then I know that he must be close by. I spot him and try to run up to him, but he turns into a GIRL. The girl is hanging on this HUGE guy, named Zack. I don't know who the Zack guy is, but the girl now seems to look like my friend Jackie. I feel a wave of confusion, but continue and ask him,now her, if he/she wants to come talk for a bit and I offer him/her a ride home. He/she says "No" and seems to be having a great time with this HUGE guy.

I'm not too upset about this, since it's not even him anymore saying this to me. So, I decide to just leave. I walk out a door, and then I'm totally confused about where I am or where my car is, relative to where I am. I then decide that, even though there is snow all over and it's cold, I'm just going to go in the direction I know my car is in, instead of going inside and going out another exit. I started running to my car, getting covered in snow along the way, I realized that I was outside of my old elementary school. Nothing seems weird about any of this, I just feel sad and want to get to my car. Even the cold and the snow doesn't bother me...it seems appropriate even. I never made it to my car, but I was close, and then I woke up.

You turn me on, you lift me up
And like the sweetest cup Id share with you
You lift me up, dont you ever stop, Im here with you
Now its all or nothing
cause you say youll follow through
You follow me, and i, i, I follow you

What you gonna do when things go wrong?
What you gonna do when it all cracks up?
What you gonna do when the love burns down?
What you gonna do when the flames go up?
Who is gonna come and turn the tide?
Whats it gonna take to make a dream survive?
Whos got the touch to calm the storm inside?
Whos gonna save you?
Alive and kicking
Stay until your love is, alive and kicking
Stay until your love is, until your love is, alive

Oh you lift me up to the crucial top, so I can see
Oh you lead me on, till the feelings come
And the lights that shine on
But if that dont mean nothing
Like if someday it should fall through
Youll take me home where the magics from
And Ill be with you

What you gonna do when things go wrong?
What you gonna do when it all cracks up?
What you gonna do when the love burns down?
What you gonna do when the flames go up?
Who is gonna come and turn the tide?
Whats it gonna take to make a dream survive?
Whos got the touch to calm the storm inside?
Dont say goodbye
Dont say goodbye
In the final seconds whos gonna save you?

Oh, alive and kicking
Stay until your love is, love is, alive and kicking
Oh, alive and kicking
Stay until your love is, love is, alive and kicking

Geez. Talk about continuing themes. I had a dream that my exboyfriend was accusing me of cheating on him...with a few different people. Specifically, I remember him saying "that drummer." It was a funny conversation where he acted more pouty and jealous than angry. In my dream, I knew what he was talking about, and the people that he brought up I actually knew....but in real life, I don't know who the people he was referring to are at all. His bitch sister was there, too. She just sat on the couch and periodically bitched at him. I just remember sitting there thinking "God, I hate her." But I'm not sure if I spoke to her or not. While we were arguing-ish, she sat there and seemed amused, but didn't talk. That's really about all that happened...it dragged on, but that about sums it up. I don't know why he keeps popping up in my dreams, I hardly have any contact with him at all.

I had a dream that a psychic told me that I have cancer. Nettie was there and I asked her what test I needed to have done to find out very quickly. That was scary since I thought I might have cancer a few months ago. It turned out to just be a hormonal growth-thing.

In another dream, I was in school...again....I guess graduate school...and apparently I was an artist in my dream. It was late at night and we were supposed to be seeing a movie. I decided to go to the bathroom and check my hair. I got to the mirror and I looked amazing. I was wearing a head scarf and more makeup than I usually wear. Liz was there and she said "Purple eyeshadow?" I said "Yep," as I put more on. Then I went to return to the movie, but my friends and my boyfriend were running up to the very top of the theater/auditorium. I just sat down where we had originally been seated. I felt tired and sad that I was all alone, so I just left and went back toward my "room," stopping in the "art gallery" first. I looked at a lot of works, they were very detailed, and a section of them was my stuff. I wished that some of them would bet sold, and then looked to the side of the room where there were a few things that had been sold, just not mine, I don't think. Then I left and returned to where I live. A few minutes later, after I had walked around and sat down, trying to figure out what to do, my "boyfriend" walks in. He looks mysteriously like my ex-boyfriend, who has been frequenting my dreams...in fact, it's him. He says "Geez!" in an exhausted way and then says "I saw you leave and tried to follow you. You weren't here, so then I went to the gallery and you weren't there either, but guess who was!" I looked at him as if I didn't know, rolled my eyes a little, shook my head and grinned. "The president!" he said. "She wanted to know if I knew who you were, she was looking at your art work." I said something like "Shut up! What happened?!" And he playfully told me that he pretended not to know me and stuff like that. I got up and started tickling him and said something like "Liar! What did you really say?!" He was laughing and enjoying torturing me with this story. Finally he started to tell me what really happened and how she was interested in my work and wanted to meet me....but I woke up somewhere around here.

The night before last I had a dream which now seems pretty insignificant. I can't remember who was there, but we weren't alone. Even still, for some reason I had my mind made up of what I wanted to do....which was not working out and the only dialog I remember is "I want to do something else [together]" or something like that. That seemed fair enough, even though I was surprised and a little hurt.

Last night's dream was completely different. We lived in this really cool apartment...I remember leaving, but not what happened before we came back. There were two separate entrances, both of which we left unlocked because we had a door at the top of the stairs that we could lock. So we come in the two doors, which both lead to the same hallway/staircase. We go up and inside. Everything is very comfortable and homey, I'm very happy and playful, as I seem to often be in my dreams. But then, again, as this seems to be a theme that keeps repeating itself in my dreams, I feel ignored and hurt...he has his back turned to me...so I say something and he turns around, smiling, and I feel better. I'm smiling, too, and then jump up on the bed, which is sitting on the floor, not a bed frame or anything. I jump a little on and across the bed to where he is. We're talking, but I don't know what we are saying. Something happens and it's as if the dream is interrupted by a commercial or something.....suddenly he's worried about losing a ring that should be on the dresser. We look for it, I find it, and I don't recognize it at all....and he tells me a story about how he got it from Al Gore (lmao) at some charity event and blah blah blah. I'm amused, but I don't particularly care or understand what the big deal is....it's an ugly ring and it's sort of girly...and it doesn't even seem like it would fit him. After this is over, the ring is put back on the dresser and all of a sudden he is back on the floor. I move to the floor, too, and he's smiling again and looking incredible. Then we start kissing, which last about 2 seconds before I wake up.

***And now, today, 2 days later, Al Gore wins the Nobel. I had no idea that this was even a possibility. I have to believe that my dream might have been related to this, as it has many times been the case that I dream news. I think it is especially funny that the "Al Gore" part of my dream came into the dream like an interruption or "commercial," as I said. Completely useless information, of course. I guess I could have used it to place a bet of money on Al Gore's winning....had I known he was nominated. LOL. Unless, of course, someone amazing that I have yet to meet was/will be (?) in attendance at an Al Gore "charity event." I think the best part is that there was a 2 day lag. Usually it is only a 1 day lag, or even less.***

The first thing I remember is shopping. I was looking at clothes, wanting to buy a skirt. The "store" was quite dark. I remember thinking that it was too dark. After a bunch of little, silly details, I remember noticing that a skirt I wanted was very cheap, but then, after looking closely, it was also damaged. I put it down. I then wandered off. I went down a toy aisle. Someone said something to me, but I can't remember what. It made me uncomfortable, but I don't think it was anything of importance, just a comment, or perhaps a customer service person offering their help. Either way, I didn't like the attention. At some point not long after, I left.

I'm not sure if this happened after or before the store, but I remember driving. I got to a place that seemed as if it was supposed to be my grandmother's house. I parked in the driveway, looking at my tires to see that the two on the driver's side were flat and damaged. I thought "Oh, crap, she won't be able to get her car out now that I've blocked her in." Well, my grandmother is dead, and has been for several years, so she won't be driving anywhere anytime soon.

After the store (for sure), I arrived at a place I identified as "home," at least once I was inside. Mike shows up not long after, I'm not sure if he was already there or not. Next thing I know, we are laying on the bed playing some sort of "game" where I am screwing some metal thing over his mouth with two screws. Odd and creepy. He doesn't seem to mind at all, he's even helping me with directions and I keep teasing him to stop making it harder. We are actually laughing at this little "game." For some reason we have to stop and start all over or something, and at this point Mike points out to me that part of one of the screws has broken off and is stuck in his tooth. I'm only a bit alarmed, and he seems quite calm about it. I jump up and say "I'll fix it!" He gets up to go to the restroom for a moment. I grab a nail file and some tweezers, prepared to get that pesky screw out of Mike's teeth. LOL. I fall on the bed on my stomach. Mike comes back shortly after that and wastes no time wrapping himself around be, burying his face in my neck, hair and chest. He's kissing me, and his hands start to roam and I begin to turn around to return the affection. Then I woke up.

Some Russian (or maybe French? She has an accent that I find unpleasant.) woman somehow coerced me into stealing these documents from a medical clinic-type-place that I worked at. I think she black-mailed me or something like that because I knew from the start that I didn't want to do it. I had to go to some park, which looked like one I know of in real life, and I was supposed to meet someone and make some kind of exchange. I'm expecting a male friend to meet me and he is not there. I'm expecting a package or a note or something and I don't see one, but there are a couple of packages that have been dropped off and addressed to someone whose first name starts with a K. Then this really skinny, not very tall, creepy guy pulls up in a blue escort (the newer model, ZX2 or whatever) and comes at me with a hammer. He is wearing glasses and has his shirt tucked in (one of my pet peeves! I hate tucked-in shirts). I woke up before I could plan my escape or get killed.

I don't have TOO much to say...

But I noticed that friends/relationships seem to be a big recurring theme in your dreams.

Do you find they reflect how you feel in real life, or any issues (good or bad) you might be experiencing?

Yes, I actually find it odd that it has been such a recurring theme. I suppose it must have something to do with real life, probably a combination of things. Like the fact that, traditionally, at my age I should be at least thinking about "settling down," and that is nowhere in sight. And, even when it does occur to me, I always have more pressing concerns/goals. I don't really believe in biological clocks, but I guess mine could be ticking.

As far as the people that appear in my dreams, the ones I actually know in real life, I don't quite understand it some of the time. I suppose it could be simply that they are/were my most likely "prospects" and so my brain fixates on them. However, in real life I don't think about them nearly as much.

Anyway, thank you. I've definetly been noticing that and it has been starting to freak me out. Hehe.

Ok, so last night I had a dream that I ran into Mike somewhere...it was like a hill or a field or something. I had been with someone else, but when I saw Mike I ran up to him and jumped, putting my arms around his neck. He swung me around a little, then put me down and we started walking off together. Then he starts telling me about how he just found out that he is expecting a daughter, to be born some time in the next few days. For some reason, this doesn't bother me at all, in fact, I think it's wonderful and I congratulate him. Meanwhile, we are basically all over each other, which leads us indoors to a bed. In no time at all, we are heavily messing around and I'm not wearing any clothes. But then it gets really weird and I can't tell anymore what we are saying outloud and what we are talking about that seems to be happening telepathically. Things take a drastic turn, the gist of which is that he is about to go down on me and I stop him, having been kind of turned off by the "conversation" we are having where I am basically finding out that he is cheating on someone else with me and, thus, I am starting to feel like he doesn't even want to actually be with me. So I say "No, don't, you don't have to do that." To which he replies "Yes, I do, I want to - you want me to be into this, don't you?" So then I get mad and say "Well, if you're not turned on, if you're not attracted to me and don't want me, then we don't need to be doing anything at all!" And then he responds by saying "Yeah, and if you're going to feel all messed up about it....yeah, ok, then I guess it's not a good idea." I'm totally shocked and I just want to freak out and scream at him or something. Then he acts all frustrated and falls to lay down on me and hold me. I'm still pissed and I'm thinking "Why is he still touching me?!" I want him to just go away....and then I woke up.

I had intended on remembering one of my dreams, though, in a sleepy stupor, I fell back to sleep and forgot the plot. I do, however, remember some of the images. Mostly just this house. It was a little house positioned in the back of a bigger house. An elderly woman lived there. Her porch had been very cute, with curvy, gray wrought iron railing. The porch had steps on either side, one leading up to the landing, to the right of which was the big porch, with an awning, and the front door. The other side of the landing had steps leading down to her stone-paved walkway that led to a back area that I did not see. At the end of the dream, her porch had been basically demolished. I saw a flash of what it looked like before in my mind, and then I woke up. Something had been going on in the dream and this old lady was a part of it....I just can't remember what. I remember waking up, feeling it had been important, and that I had been important to the story....I failed to recall it later on in the morning, when I actually got up from bed.

In another dream, I was working for some sort of company that dealt with music. Again there was an old house, but this time the house was where we met to work on whatever it was we were doing. We all sat at a big table. I remember it felt like fun, everyone was friendly, and we had a bunch of recording and listening equipment.

In what may have been the same dream, I went to some sort of mental hospital or something. It was late at night. I was going to visit a significant other. I was very uneasy walking through the hallways of the place, which was an underground level - the basement. The floors and the walls were carpeted. There was a large man laying on a hospital bed in the middle of the hallway. In front of me, two women, one older, one younger, were walking. They needed to turn left down the hallway that the large man was blocking. They hesitated, then gently pushed his bed, which was on wheels, toward the edge of the hallway so that they could walk through. This made me uneasy, too. I thought to myself that he might be pretending to sleep and that he would jump up and do something violent any second now. That didn't happen. The large man was not far from the door I needed to go into, in order to see my significant other. I use the term "significant other" because I do not recall knowing his name, and when I got to the room, closing the door behind me, I did not recognize him. He looked like someone I would date - dark brown, curly hair, thin, with masculine features - but I did not really recognize him as being anyone I knew. Usually, people I know are very clear in my dreams, I know that it is them, I don't have to wonder. The significant other was sleeping. Next to his bed was some Thai food that I somehow knew was for me, I guess because I knew he was expecting me to come. I was touched and excited that he had somehow gotten it. Now I think that it's funny for me to assume it was my Thai food...what if it had been his? Ha...anyway. So, my significant other is dreaming and it seems that he might even be in distress of some kind. I'm not particularly alarmed by this in my dream, even though the recollection of his face and his seeming distress is upsetting to me now. All I was really concerned about in my dream was happily eating my Thai food and waiting until he woke up, which is what I began to do, and then I woke up.

Hmm. Well, I should probably have entered in at least a few other dreams before this one, but they've been very easily forgotten, though vivid....I know they've been vivid.

Anyway, so I have been having a lot of dreams about a particular friend of mine and her family...and they all seem to take place in her old house, where she does not live anymore. She was hanging around last night, too, but I don't think she played a very large part. The setting of the dream I had right before I woke up, though, was right outside of her old house. I was playing basketball....or, rather, shooting the basketball by myself. The net was attached to a tree, which was inconveniently positioned only a foot or two from the curb. There's a car parked right there, too. It was white, or perhaps silver, and it had a Chrysler emblem. It appeared to be a Le Baron, however, it kind of looked like a hearse-version of the Le Baron, if you ask me. So anyway, once again, my exboyfriend makes an appearance. He comes walking out of my friend's old house with a little girl who looks to be about 9 years old. They are then followed by about 5 other little girls the same age. I'm grossed out because it seems like the one little girl is actually his girlfriend. They all pile into the car.

He has grown some facial hair and there is this weird sequence that I can't really explain that plays in my head.....like a flash of images and information.

So, I'm really disgusted and feel like I can't just stand there and let this go on. He tries to justify it somehow....but only comes off sounding like a pedophile even more. This is all very interesting considering that in real life he has a newfound penchant for dating minors and girls otherwise WAY too young for him (but maybe not when it comes to emotional maturity). The rest of the dream is me essentially kidnapping all of these little girls from him and taking them back to their parents, one by one, to inform them that their child has just been "socializing" with a man old enough to be their father.