Thread: cold's dream journal =]

that was a long time to be grounded for....

March 1, 2009

One melatonin.

Dreamt I had a huge white truck and I tried to park it in the driveway but smashed it into our other car. There was a huge dent in it. Mom was pissed. Somehow I went back in time and crashed the car again, but this time I had a vampire boyfriend who took the dent out of the car and bashed in the trash can so I wouldn't get in as much trouble. Then I was in my house, but it was the school or a party or something, and we crushed up some pills. One girl knew how to roll joints (I was shocked, she's a straight A good person), and so we ran into my room.

Alarm woke me up.

That thing about the drugs was completely random. I don't even do drugs. And that part with the vampire was like Twilight, but I didn't really think about it yesterday. Oh well.

March 2, 2009

One melatonin, but tried to dry swallow and it got stuck on my tounge.

I was at this giant movie theater with Laura, and we were (obviously) going to see a movie. After a bit it changed into my house. I talked to my mom and asked her a question about Revalations, so she took me to this office building to talk to Mrs. Dobson. The room was very bright and was white. There was a darker colored desk covered in papers and these weird plants in clear jars. (Little bushy thing in water with some marbles at the bottom, roots floated.) She started talking about all these questions I had, and I interrupted, saying "Actually, I only had one question. Apparently these are all of hers."
Mom got annoyed.

Switch to: Medieval times. A guy that looked similar to Heath Ledger wore this funny looking frame because he was training to become a knight. Think the basic shell of a car, with just the poles and in a box type shape. His instructor said to passerbys, "It's so it keeps him off-balance. Teaches him to fight well." The guy in the frame looked sort of mad that his teacher was bragging, and chopped off the arm pieces of the suit with his sword. (The poles had fallen off, now he just wore armor.) People took the pieces.

Randomly I felt like I had split my upper lip, and so I woke up.

One thing I've noticed about melatonin is that my dreams don't have a clear border anymore. While I used to be able to seperate my dreams completely, now it's a jumbled blur. Kind of annoying, but at least I'm remembering more. No idea what the dream came from.

March 3, 2009

One melatonin (5mg)

I went outside and was pleased to find a pool in our backyard. Then I went back inside, and saw my dad. He looked upset, and said he had been layed off. I went up to my room and started making a leather belt looking thing. I heard this freaky buzzing noise and found that I had stepped on this nasty looking jet black wasp, and had almost crunched it in half. Its stinger was stuck in my big toe, and it itched, but didn't hurt. (Odd, I usually feel things accurately...) Somehow or another I ended up at school, and for whatever reason brought up the story with Maggie and Katie on the stairs. They laughed at me.

Somehow Elijah fits into this, but I forgot.

Obviously stress of the economy, my fear of rejection, and my want to go swimming are apparent. Prehaps the reason I didn't feel the wasp was because I've never been stung by one. Of course, I've never been shot either, but I can feel that just fine. I wonder what it represents.

March 4, 2009

5mg melatonin

I woke up early on a school morning. As I walked downstairs, my mom said "Remember to pack. We're moving today."
"WHAT?!? We're MOVING??"
"I thought that's what you wanted. It's too late now, so stop complaining and pack."
I went back to my room and started unpluging things and packing. I decided to leave the power strip, telling myself that others could use it better than I did. My baby brother came into the living room and started playing with his toys. He looked up at me and grinned, then went back to his alphabet blocks. I went to school, and started telling my friends that I was moving.
"Where?"
"Ohio I think."
"Dang that sucks. I'm going to miss you dude." I went through my classes, and spent some extra time in photography, because my new school wouldn't have a darkroom. In one class there was a new girl who looked exactly like Adesuwa, and it freaked me out how she was talking to me like she didn't know me and how shy she was. Eventually she changed into some white girl, who was in the library being pissed because every time she tried to turn on this electric compass for the school, someone got on the internet thing that she was on and booted her off. I skipped gym, and instead went to Mr.G's class. He had really greasy long black hair, and they were going over TAKS. The girl sitting behind me was also skipping. I asked if she thought anyone would notice, and she said no. When the bell rang I headed down to my locker (except that it was in the locker room, and connected to the hall- no door.) Megan was at the locker next to me. I turned to say goodbye, but she had left. I walked through the hall and one of my teachers tried to give me a file because they had messed something up badly. I refused. After I got home, my big brother was making fun of me. He even got a shirt that had some mean comment on it. I divided up the rest of my stuff, and my little brother was upset because I didn't want to take some of his toys. I remembered that I had forgotten to tell Michelle, and was so startled and scared and sad that I woke myself up.

No offense to you Ohians. Ugh, I never want to move. Darker shades of color in this dream, and light didn't reach as far as it usually does. What I thought was interesting was that as I was leaving, someone new was coming to take my place, like a cycle or something. Oh yeah, I don't have a little brother.

March 5, 2009

5mg melatonin

Lots of random crap.
I'll just list it.

Teeth, Hannah, Katie, eggs, school, church, sky

Other completely random stuff too.

WTH is this? Just stuff I was thinking of?

March 6, 2009

5mg melatonin, didn't set alarm

I was in my english class taking a test, except I was sitting on the side near the door. I was reading through the story (Which became the rest of my dream), when I noticed the answer document and questions were all screwed up. The questions started with 9, then 5, then 1, 2, and 3. On the booklet, half of a question was cut off. I raised my hand. "Oh, don't worry about it, just fill it in to the best of your ability." I thought, Dang, that sure is helpful. So I started to read the story again.

I had to go with my family to this dumb place to meet some rich people. The room/resuraunt was dark and brown, but not in a pretty way, like a steakhouse. In the corner little kids were playing with toys from a pirate treasure chest. There weren't any booths, just circular tables with old fashioned chairs. We sat down, and these wicker baskets went around, each filled with something different- crackers, fruit, boxed desserts, and gum. Only my parents and the other people got gum. When I reached in to get a box of crackers, the lady gave me a sharp look and said, "Put that back. You should know better." Then reached in and gave me a different box. The waiters came by with our food, and I started to eat. The man snorted, and his wife scolded my parents, saying "Didn't you teach your children to eat properly? Everyone knows that the right side of your body must be the closest to the table, and the other side tilted away." I looked around, and sure enough everyone's chair was slanted. I excused myself and left.

Later in the day, my mom told me that we were going to see my sisters play. I said that I didn't want to, and even though she was hurt, stood by my decision. My mom told me how much it meant to her, but I said that we saw it every year, and I wasn't going. As night fell she came home with her hair curled all pretty, and told me it was a pain to get that way. When I asked how, she said it wasn't worth it. Then I remembered exactly what play she was in, the one with Haloween in winter with a horse drawn carriage, and was sad that I didn't go.

The scene changed, and for whatever reason I was a guy, like the Phantom of the Opera. It was now nightime. There was a huge glass building that started slanting as it went up, easily 5 stories. It was owned by the rich man, and I knew he wanted me dead. On the floor was a bunch of white fluffy stuff, but at the same time it felt like sytrofoam. It looked like the ground was covered in snow. Combined with the sharp, blue tinted angles of the architecture and the dark night sky filled with stars, it was beautiful, but lonely. A girl came in, told me I had to do something, and left. I found a wooden book with a stained glass picture on the cover, and knew I had to hide it from her, but open it without getting it too close to something else in that room, or disaster would happen. I had just started to find the lock when I felt her about to come in. I covered it up, and as soon as I finished, she burst through the door. "I don't know what you're talking about." I said.
"Oh yes you do. And I'm going to find it, whether you help me or not."
"I'm not going to help."
"Then you're gonna die."
When she said this, the white stuff turned into shards of glass, and more glass rained down on me. I fell, and dozens of peices got stuck in my hand. It didn't hurt until I tried to pull it out. She said nothing, just watched. I looked at her, pained, then woke up.

I love sleeping. 12 hours, nice. I need to go to bed earlier. Anyways, no clue on how all this got here. There was no talking of etiquette, no Phantom of the Opera, no resturaunt, no play, and no english test (or anything else, for that matter). I wonder what it means.

March 7, 2009

5mg melatonin

Something or another about this cave and a big hole in it that led to this cavern filled with Egyptian relics. I didn't want to go down there, but my partners accidentally bumped me in and woudn't save me, even though they had ropes. For whatever reason, when I was going down the tunnel, I said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please put on your 3D glasses now. Thank you."

More, but I forgot.

March 8, 2009

5mg melatonin

My brother was in it a lot, and I remember this grey place and him grabbing my wrist so I wouldn't fall, but I don't remember anything else.

I need to write down my dreams in the morning. For the first one, maybe I see people who can help me and have the responsibility to help me cause my pain, though the second dream kind of contradicts that analysis.

March 9, 2009

5mg Melatonin
Two Dreams!

First

I was going on a photography field trip. We went to the mall to meet up. It was huge and was mostly made of glass, so it was really pretty. To my left was this giant elevator that looked kind of like an abstract triangular skyscraper. I remembered wanting to look for this band that I had found while going through my music folder, so I went to the music store. On the way there, I saw a bunch of cute guys excersizing on the tile. For whatever reason, I army crawled through them, and this hot dude smiled at me. When I got to the store, I was disappointed to find a dingy old looking place with hardly anything up. There were 2 cute guys and one punk looking girl, except the less hot of the two guys was busy chewing on an orange cardboard display thing. He looked hungry. The other guy told me the crazy dude was named Ian, and asked me what I wanted, and I told him the name of the band. (It started with a "V" or something.) He said it was really old, and they didn't have any of it in stock.

Second

(Some weird stuff, don't comment.)

I got out of school and went to the van. My brother was picking me up so our whole family could go on a picnic/ fishing trip. As I was getting in the car, I heard a girl say "Oh no! Where is it? I parked it right here!" I turned to look and saw it was Mindy. I asked if she needed a ride, and she said yes, and called her mom. "I can't believe she took my car without asking! That really freaked me out." We went into the city and eventually she disappeared. My brother and I headed to the lake (but now everyone was in the car, including Justin.) He and my brother said they had made awesome sandwiches so we wouldn't get hungry. The lake was called Cranberry Lake for the obvious reason that the lake was almost entirely covered in floating cranberries. It was really pretty. In another part of town (but at night), a guy who looked like Ben Stiller had a really bloody pad. He and another guy were fighting over it and a clean pad. He jizzed on it, and they got in a hot tub.
"It's so clear!" he said. "Really makes it interesting."
The other guy nodded. The blood slowly spiraled around underwater. After a while the Ben guy got out and got arrested because the other guy drowned.
"I didn't notice, really. I was busy. How was I supposed to know he got stuck?" The cop took him and us to a jail cell type thing in F hall of my school. I was extremely annoyed. "What the hell was I arrested for? I didn't do anything." I growled angrily. "And, I'm hungry. I'm going to eat something."
"No. Sit down. Do you feel worthless and depressed, and do you always act this agressively towards athourity?"
"Only when I've been arested for no reason and I'm not allowed food when I'm friggin starving!" I yelled at her, and got up to go to the sandwich table. When I was there she gave me permission to make a sandwich. I rolled my eyes and growled under my breath.
"Save the zucchini!" My brother yelled to me. I had no idea why he said that, he didn't even like zucchini, and there wasn't even any on the table. I looked for a peice of bread, but all I saw were tortillas. I finally found the toast and made a sandwich.

Obviously I was thinking about boys. Beyond that, I am going through my music, there is a photo trip, and I guess Mindy was in it because she was staring at me yesterday when I was waiting for Chelsea. And I was hungry.

March 10, 2009

All I remember is Coach D telling us to throw the football either to a person on the ferris wheel, or over the ferris wheel. The person on the ride had to catch it to score.

How short and dull. No melatonin, so I didn't sleep very well.

June 29, 2009

100% Natural sleep! Yay! This is what I get for it.

My mom and I were sitting in an older jeep (think nineties style) outside this large concrete building (it looked like the movie theatre from the back). It was nighttime, and the whole area was pretty dark except for a few splotches of light here and there. A guy opened up one of the large metal doors and looked around briefly before going out. He didn't seem to see us. He had a rifle. Somehow I knew that his name was Jason (or Steven?) Kighter (pronounced Key-ter), and he was in jail for murder.
"How the hell did he escape with a rifle and just walk out?!" I asked.
"I don't know." My mom said, and called the police. "They say they'll be here in a minute."
The guy started a light jog down the stairs and onto the street.
"The police aren't going to get here in time. We have to do something." My mom said and started the car. I was kind of freaked out and told her that that wasn't the best idea, but she said it was our duty as good citizens. The car didn't make a lot of noise starting, and the killer didn't seem to hear us. We drove towards him. The headlights didn't go very far and when he was about eight feet away from the beam, he turned around. I don't remember what he was wearing, but his eyes weren't human. He looked completely normal besides his demon eyes and expressionless face. No expression whatsoever. No apathy, no contempt, no sadistic pleasure. Nothing. His black eyes reflected the beams of light and at the same time seemed to swallow them. I saw us driving past him and him looking at me through the passenger's window, not two feet away from me, his hollow eyes staring into the blackness in my heart. He didn't raise his rifle, but for me, he didn't have to. His expressionless gaze was enough.
"MOM! Please, please, let him go. Let someone else handle it. Let the police come. Don't do this to us."
"The police aren't coming. We're outside of a jail, and they couldn't send anyone? It's been a few minutes, do you see any sirens?"
Then somehow he was far away, walking quickly into the neighborhood area of the city. We drove after him dispite all of my protests. It was lighter, but still night, and not close to morning. He was walking on the sidewalk next to a tall new wooden fence. He turned, and raised to rifle. I ducked down in my seat and a bullet exploded into the glass.
"DRIVE! RUN HIM THE FUCK OVER!!!" I screamed. She hit the gas and popped up onto the curb, the side of the car hitting the fence and knocking boards off. We slammed into him, and felt the sickening jar of the car as it rolled over his body.
"I think we got him." My mom said, just as I watched him in my side view mirror get up, pick up the gun, and point it at us, with the same unfeeling lack of expression on his face as before. "We should turn around and hit him again." My mom said.
"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!? HE'LL SHOOT US!" I yelled, while thinking that if he survived a hit like that, there's no way a second would kill him. He was complerely unharmed.
Somehow I got home. (except it wasn't my home- the stairs were in the middle of the whole area, with the back door at the end of a hallway to the left of the stairs, the dining room to my immediate left, and the living room off to the right.) I heard someone (I think it was my brother) watching TV. My dog limped by, and I briefly wondered if she was alright. Then I heard the backdoor open. I started to hyperventillate, and heard his boots stepping on the wood floor. He was getting closer. My breathing sped up even more, terror racing through my veins.

I woke up gasping for air.

Well, this was pleasant. I seem to be having more nightmares recently. Ugh, that guy was scary. It wasn't so much anything about him physically, just his void of expression. Whenever I have a challenge I tend to fight. I guess I don't when I know I'd be beat.

It's funny how you think everything dark and scary will go away when you turn on the light... but it's still dark inside of you.

A few days ago...

This was odd so I decided to post it... hey, maybe something will happen.

I worked for some kind of magazine or newspaper, and my boss told me that at 8:30 the next day (September 13), a treaty or proclamation or something would be issued and it would be televised live, so I should be there to write the article.

Eventually this new law or whatnot led to the persecution of Christians.

So that's it: September 13, 2009. Nothing will come of it most likely, but who knows.

Dreamt that school had started and I got Mrs. D for spanish, but even though I didn't know spanish I spoke it fairly well. For some warmup, she asked us to draw a bear that was eating berries. Mine looked AWESOME, no lie. Then I got pissed off because while I was checking attendance to see if I was really supposed to be in that class and not another spanish one, I saw that my last name had been mutilated and had three C's and one D instead of what it should be. I told the teacher and she told me to go to the yearbook people, so I did. There I was even more distressed to find that they had put someone else's picture over my messed up name, my real name was no where to be seen, and my picture was over the name Catherine Campbell. I talked to one of my friends about it but she was acting really weird and kept being called Catherine (which is her real name, but it was different in the dream). We came to the conclusion that she was possessed, and I looked like her.

Somehow we got into a videogame like thing in the gym, where these spirits followed you and gave you powers. Mine was to turn into animals. I was with a group of four other people, one of them a guy who joked around a lot. When we went outside, I smelled a tree (I was in some smaller animal form), and was disgusted to find that it didn't smell "alive", like it should. The guy said, "Well, maybe it's just dead." I said "No, not like this. This has the smell that would make others of it's kind push it away so it wouldn't ruin the society." My partner said "It's a tree. Not a living creature. And besides, as much as you love breathing, you're wrong." I was shocked when he said this, because my species did not like breathing at all, and only did so when nessecary. Which wasn't ever, unless smelling something. I left the group and found a similar tree, and felt something calling me, so I searched until I found a burrow, and climbed in. There were green bunny looking things inside, and they tried to get me to join them. I was going to, until my teammates saved me.

No idea. School is going to start soon though, and my brother told me I had Mrs. D instead of Mrs. E, who is on my schedule.