Thread: Flying Mandarine's Terrors of the Unknown Girl I Love

First of all, here are the few dreams I have written down these last weeks. I hope there will be no problem with me adding a dozen entries all of a sudden with one dream in each!

By the way, here is a color code:
Purple for normal dreams.
Green for comments.
Blue for lucid dreams.
Red for dreams linked with the title of my dream journal.

December 13

The Funeral-Concert
Importance: 5/5



Yesterday, shortly before going to bed I had a conversation on the Internet regarding animals in general and pets in particular. I remembered the two hamsters and the rabbit I had when I was younger. I tend to forget about them and I feel guilty because they have lived in the basement of our house for most of their lives. I sometimes feel bad because I regret not having taken care of them and not having loved them as much as I should have.

I am in a large dark room with red seats and a stage. There is a coffin somewhere in the room, and Marilyn Manson is on stage, singing / screaming. I am at a funeral-concert. I do not remember anyone else in particular in the concert room besides him and me, but I do remember the presence of other people. I know I am the most affected by the funeral as I am carrying the coffin and am looking at it. Then I realize the funeral is my mother's.
I think I can deal with it but then it occurs to me that no, I can not deal with it, because I think that this is real life and not some kind of dream. I think that I have never told her how much I love her. I hope I will wake up or it will turn out to be a mistake and my mother will be alive, but no, she will not come back. More than the simple fact of having lost her, it is the fact of not having said goodbye to her the proper way that makes me have regrets. I put my head in my hands as I begin to cry.

I woke up in tears, my eyes lost in the darkness of my room. After a few seconds, I realized my mother had only been dead in my dream and was certainly alive, sleeping in the room next to mine. I sat up on my bed, looked up the ceiling and thanked God.

I rarely thank God as I am an agnostic. My dream was rather vivid, at least enough to make me think when I woke up that maybe my mother had been dead for real but he decided to give me another chance for showing her that I care for her.

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Also, nice dream journal introduction.

December 14

The Tall Man
Importance: 5/5



Maybe you noticed these sudden enlightenments that are rather common, or at least they are in my dreams: I realize something all of a sudden, but not because I have just learned or thought about it. I do not know it first, and then I just do.

I am in my secondary house, upstairs. There is a worried kid looking out the window just near the stairs. I put my hand on his shoulder to show him I sympathize with him even though at first I do not know why he is scared. I quickly remove my hand though, for I feel this gesture might be misinterpreted. I enter my bedroom which is near the kid, but then I realize by myself the boy is horrified because something is chasing him. I turn around but the kid is not here anymore and I am now the prey. I know it is coming. I know it has a name. I know it is the Tall Man. If he sees me, I am as good as dead, although I do not feel too worried about the idea that I might die.
I look at the stairs and I see him walking them up slowly. He is wearing a black robe and his head is covered by a hood. His footsteps make a surrealistically clear noise, perhaps because he seems large.
The atmosphere becomes heavy and an uncanny sound can be heard coming from everywhere: it is like the sound made by a microwave oven but with a lower pitch (I tried to recreate this sound, you can listen to it here). He will look in my direction in a second, so I hurry into the other bedroom, then into the toilets. I close the door and lock it. The sound is haunting me.

There is no sound anymore. I am in my bedroom, but there are two beds. A friend is lying on one bed, I am lying on the other, and we talk about Lost. He feels bad and comes into my bed, and we continue to talk about the series.

I do not know where the name "Tall Man" comes from, I have read about that name (maybe in the synopsis of a movie?) recently, and I know it is also the name of one of the villains in the video game series Chzo Mythos. This morning I remembered more precisely what I had been talking about with my friend, I should write my dreams whenever I wake up.
This dream seemed like a nightmare but I scarcely have any nightmares anymore. It was like a horror-action movie but I did not feel bad about anything, just a little stressed.

December 15

Black Screen
Importance: 1/5



I turn on my Japanese cellular phone, hoping it has enough power to at least be able to retrieve some e-mail addresses of Japanese acquaintances. It does not work, and the screen stays black. I think about asking my parents if they have an adapter for Japanese cellular phones.

This morning, when I woke up, I definitely had at least two other fragments of dreams but I thought it could wait before writing them down since it was rather clear in my mind. I tend to overestimate my dream recall skills!

December 16

Class, Car, Computer, Cards
Importance: 1/5

I am in my car with a person who is supposed to be in class with me and with one of my teachers of English. She is giving us a class about English phonetics, although it is quite late already. We arrive at a traffic circle and I wonder why we drive on the wrong side of the road. I think it is not logical, but before I can realize it might be a dream my teacher tells me it is completely normal.

Then I am at home with my friend Mike and a girl who seems to be his girlfriend. I just want to go to bed because I have class on the next day and I have to wake up at 7:45 am. I take a look at the alarm clock and it is already past 5 am. I miscalculate and think I will sleep a bit less than two hours. From my room, I hear my mother in the living room singing with a microphone as she often does, although once again I think it is curious she sings at such an early hour of the day. I decide to bring Mike and his girlfriend back to their place, and I do so with my car. Once arrived, Mike wants me to show him a game, which I do, although we are at his home and I use my computer which I did not bring along. It often seems that I think something is wrong but I am never focused enough to think I am in a dream. The game is a first-person shooter and I tell Mike it has an atmosphere similar to Starship Troopers. I tell him it sells very well because it is part of a game pack in which you can find other games such as Portal and Team Fortress 2.

I finally leave but when I am back home there is another girl in my car. It is Morgane, whom I only know by the Internet. I would not mind showing her that the laws of attraction seem to work pretty well between her and me, but somehow I do not do it and I end up in my house, thinking that I will sleep for nearly three hours instead of two, so I sigh in an ironic relief and go to bed.

I wake up, think I should better remember this dream because it is really not that interesting and so it could be a challenge to remember all the little details, then I fall asleep again.

I just wake up (false awakening) in my room, and Takeshi is here. I tell him that before doing anything else, I need to write an entry in my dream journal. I turn on my computer and while it boots Takeshi gives me a list of grades I just obtained. My final result is 11/20, which is not bad, and Takeshi seems to have grades similar to mine. When the computer is turned on, the first thing that pop up on the screen is a card game, which I close to open my dream journal.

I have not really been to class for more than a month now because of my university being blocked, so I ended up going to bed later than usual. I am often a bit concerned by the fact I would not sleep well, especially since I have to wake up at 5:45 AM this semester. This little worry seems to show up every now and then in a dream.

December 17

An Adventure at the Hotel
Importance: 2/5



I am staying at a hotel, maybe with my parents. I brought my laptop along with me. The hotel seems to be composed of several buildings, and I end up alone in a sort of living room, and the building is completely deserted.

I am in my bed and I learn (maybe from the radio?) that there were victims (maybe of a storm? I have no idea). An audio CD has thus been released so that the benefits could be given away to associations for these victims. I know this CD is some kind of new version of the original soundtrack of Lost, and so I buy it, but when I listen to it, it seems to be new songs from Marilyn Manson. The composer of the score is called Peck, so that in a really strange English, the title stands out as Peck Pack Pick.

All of a sudden I look like someone else. It seems I am Dr. Lawrence Gordon from the movie Saw. I am not at the hotel anymore but in a psychiatric hospital. I need a penny, maybe to get myself a drink, maybe not. I ask a man if he has one and he gives one to me. Surprised he gave it away that easily (I seem to have been surprised because in adventure games people scarcely give you objects without wanting something in return), I take out a picture of my daughter and wife and give it to him. He thanks me, but before I am able to leave, he asks me for my family in exchange and not for the picture. I say I will not exchange my family for a penny, and he tells me that then he cannot let me have the coin then.

I am back at the hotel, doing something on my laptop, maybe playing this adventure game in an asylum. I try to adjust the screen to my eyes but in doing so, I break the screen. I feel bad about it.

I saw Saw IV yesterday and read The Cusp's dream journal in which Lost was mentioned. My laptop's screen is really broken and it is on the verge of being unrepairable.

December 18

Fathers Keep Secret
Importance: 2/5



I am in an abandoned house with other people. It seems I know them but do not have any close relationships with them except for one who is a short nice guy, maybe a punk. There is also my friend Olivier. He is obsessed in finding a secret passage at the basement of the house. Nobody thinks there is a secret passage so they all go to the floor above and have fun, maybe drinking. It seems several hours pass by. I go down to see where Olivier is, and he is smiling. Next to him, the wall is opened, revealing a dark passage. Everyone is on the stairs leading to the basement, surprised by the discovery.

Once again I wrote that just before going to bed, so I have forgotten all the little details which made the dream quite interesting. I wrote the title of the dream this morning because I remembered there was something linked with a father (mine? Olivier's?) dying and it is his death that allows the secret passage to be opened, but I do not remember any more details.

Fragment:
I am walking in the street and I see Monica. I tell her I have to go home and take a shower, and she says she might very well join me. By the way she looks at me, it seems it would not be just for playing with rubber ducks. I tell her that her boyfriend would not like that, and she just smiles at me as if to say “yeah I know, it's a bad thing but come on, let's just do it”, and I feel incredibly happy. I take her in my arms.

December 20

Lack of Times
Importance: 2/5



I just woke up. There is my digital alarm clock in front of me, on a television. I turn my head around to look behind my bed, and I can see a second alarm clock on another television. On this second alarm clock, it says it is midnight and I am glad since I thought it would be later than that. I nevertheless put my glasses on to look at the hour displayed on the first alarm clock (for it is too far away for my poor eyes), and I am surprised to see it is actually 3 am, so I am not that glad because I will have to wake up soon to go to class. I trust this alarm clock more than the other one, so instead of going back to sleep right away, I get up and adjust the hour on the second alarm clock. Then I go back to bed.

Still my subconscious reminding me I still worry about not sleeping enough. That is curious—it seems my only worry is the quality of my sleep. I made a more important dream I wrote down in the darkness of the night but I discovered in the morning that my pen did not work...

The Tall Man sounds like he would be a character from Bleach because of his effects on the area around him. High reiatsu/spirit force > heavy feeling > deep buzzing sound.

And your English is better than most people who speak it natively = ]

I have never watched any episodes of Bleach actually! Maybe I will try it out just to see how close it is to my dream monster.
However, what was the most striking / shocking was that I instinctively knew he was called the Tall Man. But yes, the sound was also really haunting. I wonder if it was influenced by a sound I heard in my sleep.
Thank you for the compliment Cut, I appreciate it really much!

I have not written down my dreams for a week then, until the 27th of December. Here is the next I wrote down:

December 27

onEscapee
Importance: 4/5



I am in a rather empty room with white walls and not very comfortable chairs, maybe school chairs. There are other people with me, and we are occupying the ten (give or take) chairs of the room. There is a guard with us, and we are actually prisoners, although we are free to roam around. The guard tells us somebody is going to arrive, and the door opens shortly afterwards. A large bald muscled man enters the room, closes the door and approaches us. He says one of us wants to escape and he will interrogate us (although he also is a prisoner). He is really intimidating.

First, he points at one guy and asks him if he wants to escape. The guy is sitting on a chair like all of us and is also bald. He simply answers something along the lines of “No, I don't want to escape, Sir” although he clearly looks like someone who would have never said “Sir” to anyone else, which makes the bald interrogator even more intimidating and dangerous-looking.

The guy sitting to my right tells me we should not mess up with the interrogator. As he says that, I hear terror in his voice. The interrogator then asks me if I am the one who wants to escape.

I tell him “No, I don't want to escape.” (it is the truth), hoping it would not be too brutal an answer. He stares at me, clearly showing me I lacked respect, so I tell him I am sorry. I then go on talking about various things, trying to show him I am willing to cooperate, and I end up saying something about the fact that Japanese people like hush money very much.

I feel like I spoke too much but I am relieved to see the interrogator moving on to the guy facing the one on my right. The man the interrogator is looking at has his head completely covered in bandages and he is clearly badly injured but on the way to recovery. The interrogator begins compressing his head and the poor guy is about to die when the one on my right (the one who spoke to me in a horrified voice) brings about enough courage to tell the interrogator in a very polite voice to stop because the guy with the bandages would never be able to escape because of his injuries, so it is unlikely that he planned it.
The interrogator then looks at him and says “Alright,” and in a split second, he draws his weapon and shoots in my forehead. Blood splashes on the wall and on the chair; I do not move anymore. I realize I am dead. The interrogator then leaves the room.

It is the first time I remember a dream of me dying. I did not find it gloomy or terrifying, but it was rather vivid (especially the end, it happened so quickly, I really did not expect I would be shot, and in this sense it was shocking) although the feeling of realizing that I am dead after I was dead was uncanny. But in the end, I woke up maybe five seconds after I had been shot, so I did not have time to further experience what it was like. Maybe people tend to wake up when they die in their dream world because of excitement or fear?

December 28

Lucid Dreams, False Awakenings and True Sleep
Importance: 4/5



I am back in Japan, at a welcome party taking place at the very same spot as the welcome party organized one week after my arriving in Japan in 2006. There are a lot of people, mostly foreigners but also some Japanese people. I try to search for a familiar face from 2006 and I have the impression I recognize one or two persons but I am either mistaken or disappointed that those people are not friends of mine. I stare at a girl and she stares back at me for a long time. I feel flattered and smile. The atmosphere is great and it seems there will be lots of people with me during this scholar year, so I am obviously enjoying the situation. Then there is this Japanese girl whose name I do not remember and who loves to socialize; she comes to me and says she is happy I am here. She asks me how much time I will stay. I think about it and I notice that I just went back to France a few months ago, so how in heaven could I already be back in Japan? This does not feel right, and I realize this is all but a dream.
Then I realize something else. I am in Japan, but Monica is not here with me like the first time. I could do so many things at this party but I just want to share some intimacy with her. Since there is nothing in this crowded place to lie on, I just sit on stairs and close my eyes; I want to fall asleep to dream about her. As she begins to appear, I feel it is not working that much and I will wake up soon. I tell myself that I should not get excited about the fact that I am lucid dreaming or about to share some time with Monica, but this seems too late.

At one point in my dream, I was also walking up a steep slope, pushing a car which belonged to a Japanese officer working on the university campus. I think Monica was also with me.

I dream a lot about Japan and people I met in Japan. I miss the lifestyle there and my whole stay in Japan was nostalgic: I knew from the beginning of my scholar year there that once this would all be over and I would be back to France I would miss these moments really much.
What was also curious was that instead of just materializing her in front of me once I realized I was in the dream world, I just tried to fall asleep in my dream to go and join her.


What Lies In My Street
Importance: 2/5



I am on the big bridge overlooking the city I live in, Martigues. I am walking on this bridge although it is only for cars, but a girl comes up from behind and gives me a picture. I think the picture is of her left shoulder blade. There is something written on this shoulder blade, some kind of invitation maybe. We walk the rest of the way back home together, and we enter the street I live in as darkness falls. She lives at the entrance of my street and when we come in front of her house she tells me to wait. I pet her dog while she talks for a little while with her parents, then she comes back to me and hands me another picture and closes the door of her house, leaving me alone outside. The picture is of her right shoulder blade. It is written something like “I love you,” which is curious since we do not know each other and we met by chance, but it is intriguing and thus a little exciting. I walk the few meters left to my house but on the last slope I notice that there are black lamps instead of normal light bulbs outside. I touch them, trying not to burn my fingers, I unscrew one and play with it. I wonder why those dark light bulbs have been installed there since it is dark outside and the lights just give a lighter dark shade in its immediate surroundings.

I really wonder why I dreamed about dark light bulbs...

December 29

Third Seduction
Importance: 2/5

I am in a gymnasium. The next thing I know is that I am naked except for a t-shirt. At first I feel embarrassed, especially because it seems there are only women in here, but they do not really look at me. At one point I find some pants that I put on, and there is a relatively good-looking girl staring at me. I lie down next to her, close to her body.

I should definitely stop writing my dreams on the evening, I cannot remember several details of this dream and I actually just forgot the other dream I made. The title is Third Seduction because in the week I spent not recording my dreams, I made two other dreams in which a girl was trying to seduce me. Each time I would not know the girl.

December 31

Rude Vegans
Importance: 3/5



It is raining and I am walking with a heavy suitcase in direction of a hotel. I think I am in Japan although there is no Japanese writing anywhere around me. There is a black man wearing some receptionist clothes who just wait outside of the hotel. He is expected to help me with my suitcase but he does not move an inch, and so I struggle with my suitcase towards the entrance of the hotel and it is only when I am about to arrive that this guy begins helping me. It clearly shows he despises me, but I do not really mind.

I open the door of the hotel. It looks good and colorful. There is a receptionist near the entrance who seems nice, and I ask him if I can have a room. I then proceed to pay with my card. I realize I already came here once, and this is a hotel for vegans only. I also realize my time here before had been really good and I was with a friend (maybe Monica), so that I do not want to rent a room for the night anymore because I feel it would be somehow bad, as if it would erase the memories of my first time there. But that is too late and the room is booked, and the receptionist tells me to take back my credit card. It is curious because he seems really, really rude and does not really care if I am satisfied or not, whereas when I came the first time around, he was a nice fellow.

Once again I lost tons of details. However, it seems to have a link with my leaving Japan: I spent two nights at a hotel, the first one being really good and with this same friend, and the second night I was all alone, and so I felt rather lonely. Also, my dream was in English which is not my native tongue; this happens more and more often. I like it, but it feels strange, especially because I can make mistakes and then notice them and correct them, as I would do in real life.

Alright, that was it for 2007 and for those dreams I wrote down long before posting them. From now on, I will post any dream I can recall on the very day I had it. It will teach me the importance of being constant I hope!

January 1, 2008

Monica
Importance: 4/5

I am lying on a bed next to Monica. She is looking at my lips. I sense forbidden desire in her eyes, but the desire is stronger than the forbidding. She approaches her face and as we kiss, as I feel her lips and her tongue, I feel like this is wrong but our feelings for each other are such as this is not important anymore.

This is not the first time I have this dream, always with the same person in it. But when I wake up, I do not necessarily feel bad as one can feel after having dreamed of something really good which happens to be only a dream.

January 2

Fragment:
I am in bed with Sylvia, my ex-girlfriend. I get up and leave the room.

That is what I call an excellent and very detailed dream recall!
I also dreamed at one point about something that had a link with this forum, but I do not remember very well...

January 3

The Blue Butterfly
Importance: 2/5



I am in my room, in front of my computer, messing up with Linux that I just set up. The window of my room is opened and I see something getting in my room. I turn my head and see a pretty blue butterfly. It flies towards me and lands on my arm. As soon as it lands, I feel pain, like something stinging or eating me.
I move my arm violently for the butterfly to go away, and it lands on my desk. I can see the butterfly holds a strange bug, like a cockroach. I realize that the butterfly can fly quickly towards its prey so that the cockroach can kill it and in the end both of the bugs can eat their prey together.
I am scared at the idea that this strange hybrid sees me as its meal and the butterroach lands on my arm once again. Once again I move my arm violently and I flee. I arrive in the kitchen where my mother is cooking something. She sees the butterfly and says "Oh, look! A butterfly, it's beautiful!" and I scream to her more or less that for Christ's sake, this is not a butterfly but a killer without mercy. The butterfly lands on the kitchen table and I try to force my mother into the living room to close the door behind us.

I scarcely make dreams like this one in which I am terrified. However, this is not a nightmare because it still feels too distant for me to really care about the fact that I could die. But it was stressful still.

I did not remember a single dream yesterday, which is curious. I always have some remote memories or some fragments, but yesterday, just nothing. Today I had other dreams but once again I cannot remember them. Maybe I am not getting enough sleep since my sleep scheduled is messed up.

January 5

Think Fast or Die Hard
Importance: 1/5



I am Bruce Willis, or rather John McLane. I am in the Nakatomi Plaza, trying to get to the last floor. I am on a terrace and there are five or six stairs leading to a door. As I begin ascending the stairs, the door bursts open and a guy comes out of it. His feet are not touching the ground, as if in an unbalanced, slight levitation, and he has a bomb on his back. This flying bomberman wants to explode the hell out of me.
I (John McLane) take a step back and fall off the few stairs on the ground. As I see the bomber flying and approaching me, I think of what to do, not really feeling in danger because I am the kick-ass, unkillable hero.

I saw that animation yesterday:



Flying cat with butter = flying man with bomb?

January 6

The Three Thieves
Importance: 3/5



I am in the center of the town and I want to withdraw some money. The ATM I go to does not work, and so I go to the other one not so far. The other cash machine is in some sort of back-alley. Since the first ATM is out of order, there are a few people waiting at this one. Among those people are three Arabs. Some guy comes and asks if they are waiting to use the machine. One of the three Arabs tells him in an aggressive voice that of course they are and that the guy should better mind his own business. I step in and tell them that he did not intend of being rude, but the Arab just asks me what is it I want, and the three of them get dangerously close to me. One of them tries to steal my wallet but all he manages to steal is a paper clip. I get angry, take the thief by the nose and crush his head several times in the wall. The two others attack me but one of them soon ends on the ground and the last one is taken down by the guy I helped.

The guy thanks me and tells me his name (I do not remember it, I just remember it was four letters long, so let us call him Adam). I want to get them to the police station but Adam tells me it is OK that way and we just leave.

We are back at my house and the three thieves are there, trying to break inside. I chase them down and once again they are on the ground and they cannot move anymore. I want to call the police, but once again Adam tells me not to, so I do not. There is now a girl in my house which looks exactly like a female version of my friend Stéfan (at one point in the dream, Stéfan and the girl will even meet briefly).

The thieves have regained consciousness and are now in my basement where they still lots of valuable objects. In my garden, I see a kitty no more than 15 centimeters long. It is so cute and I want to take it inside quickly so that nothing will happen to him. I call out the girl to show her the kitty but by the time she arrives, he is gone God knows where. I hurry in the basement and try to stop the thieves, but I seem to be in a Zelda-like video game now because they keep on escaping and it restarts over and over.

After a few times, I manage to stop two of them but the last one escapes, and I am now outside of my house (I got out of the basement by the garage) and the three thieves are getting out by the main door of the house with a fourth Arab with a gun holding a grand-mother hostage. I think I have lost the game, but as they are leaving, lots of people from a private company (the purpose of which is to assure nothing is stolen in my house) appear from behind bushes, with guns. They shoot the life out of the thieves, each of them pierced by dozens of bullets.

Adam and the girl (both of them were actually quite useless) are here, the guys from the private company too, and I enter my garden and we all jump everywhere with big smiles while the thieves are dead in my garden with no blood and I find back the five sheets of paper I was somehow supposed to have lost previously in the dream.

I am happy because I finished the game and it was good, and I want to download another one.

January 8

Fragment:
I am in the corridor of my English department, at university. I am with Stéfan and we meet Olivier. We wish him a happy new year and I ask Olivier how he is doing. He answers me he is not doing good because his girlfriend left him. To try to make him feel better, I ask if he would like to do a role-playing game. He always accepts normally, but today he says no because he will spend the evening with his friend Yoan to try to forget about his misadventure.

I did not remember a single dream from yesterday, and just that fragment from last night. I did not read any dream journal in the last two days (I read The Cusp's Surrealistic Pillow for ten minutes before going to bed each day normally) and I am quite tired because I have to wake up early everyday, so both of these things must influence my dream recall... It should improve as my classes will progressively end in the next days / weeks.

January 9

An Inconvenient Meal
Importance: 2/5

My family and I are in a giant room, sitting on chairs, apparently waiting for the beginning of some kind of convention. The room is filled with people. Lights dim and seven or eight persons come on stage, wearing masks. They jump everywhere, even in the room, and imitate animals, most notably an ape. I see maybe 90% of the persons in the room are also imitating them, so I understand this is some kind of new age performance. Not really willing to do so, I also imitate an ape and screams like an ape should be supposed to scream. A few seconds after, it is over.

I am back home. A lot of relatives are eating the dessert outside, in the garden. I do not want to eat dessert with them, so I go in the kitchen where I see my brother. He looks pissed, maybe because I do not eat with everyone, maybe for another reason. I open the fridge and find some Yule log. I put a piece in my mouth and as I swallow it, I just taste there is milk inside (I do not drink milk). I feel bad about it but that is already too late, so I just finish swallowing.

I also dreamed I was in front of my computer, and I had another dream I remembered this morning in my car but I have forgotten it. I am pretty sure it was about driving since I recalled it in my car. Hopefully I will not have any more tiring weeks where I have to wake up early everyday, so my dream recall should definitely improve soon.

Love the DJ, fm.

Lots of good dream characters and symbols if you're into finding meanings!

I liked your ButterRoach dream. Just squish the damn thing!

And that antigravity animation is the funniest thing I've seen in a long time!

Burned up: Thanks! Although I do not analyze symbols because I am not sure if I believe in them or not, I often wonder about why I made this or that dream. It seems obvious most of the time, though.

The Cusp: The butterfly was as nearly as big as the picture above! I do not kill bugs anyway (at least willingly), that is why I felt the need to flee. The curious thing is, my mother hates bugs but she found it so beautiful and harmless.

January 10

There Is a Cat in the Car.
Importance: 3/5



I am in a car, on one of the back seats. My brother is driving and there is a dog and a cat with me. The dog is lying on the back seat and I pet him. He is old but it seems like I got him not so long ago. The cat, however, has been a companion of mine for quite some time now, but he is presently jumping everywhere in the car.
He jumps on my brother's shoulder. My brother laughs and tells him to get down because we will have an accident if he continues like that. The car window near the driver's seat is open, maybe because my brothers is smoking, and I tell him to close it because I am afraid the cat would jump out of the window. My brother tells me that the cat would never do that and that I worry too much. I continue to pet the dog.

I have the impression I can trace back every detail of the dream to something that has been on my mind for quite some time: I played with a stray cat yesterday and I am often afraid one of them (I have four wandering constantly around the house) might get killed. I also wanted to get an old dog from the shelter for Christmas (my parents did not want to and I felt bad because of that), But, more importantly maybe, there was not my real dog in the car, and although in the dream it felt alright, it felt like something was missing when I woke up. I think I worry much about my dog who is getting old now...

As I searched for a picture illustrating my dream, I found the one I put above. The page the picture was on is, I feel, absolutely heartbreaking. I did not know the word bittersweet before, but I will not forget it.

January 11

A Kill- on the Ride
Importance: 2/5



I am visiting a big place with other people. We are invited to some sort of amusement park which has been opened especially for us on this day. There are roller coasters but also various other ways to be entertained. At one point, me and the people with me are in front of a good-looking Indian woman. There are chairs arranged in a circle and we are in the middle of this circle. The woman comes because she believes we are interested in the little show she has prepared, as she works for the amusement park. Either she or another girl with me says something very important. I remember she said two sentences, the first of which was composed of two words, the beginning of which was "kill-" for both. The girl then asks me if I want to go and try a roller coaster. Among those we can try, there is the one I already tried in another dream and in which I nearly fell off dozens of metres high. I am scared at the idea of trying this one again, so I ask the girl that she can try it out on her own or that we can go and try another one.

I woke up, very tired after a week without enough sleep, but I still had the two sentences in mind, especially those two words beginning in kill-. I tried to remember it, kind of succeeded, and it took me two minutes to decide if I would record those two sentences or just fall asleep again. I thought I would remember them and I was afraid that recording them would wake me up too much, so I just fell asleep again.

I am now in a plane. It has landed and so everyone is leaving. I search for my luggage inside the plane, tons of people had a blanket with them and they search for it. As I search for my luggage, I see an acquaintance, Rémi. Surprised to see him, I go and chat a little while with him.
We are now in the big slope in front of my house. Rémi is still here, but he is evil. Maybe he has just killed someone I liked. I do not want to talk with him, so I leave.

Damn it! I really wanted to remember these two sentences!