Chelita's Dreams (and Thoughts)

[Chelita]

I'm going to record my dreams here to help my recall. But this dream journal will be a little different: I'm also going to write about my day, something I just thought of, how I'm feeling--whatever. Consequently it probably won't be of much interest to anyone but me. But if you happen to find anything here interesting, you're more than welcome to comment.

[Chelita]

At this point, my dream recall is very bad, and my goal is to just remember SOMETHING. From last night, I remember I had a long and very intricate dream toward the morning, but all I remember is that a big group of us was acting in this dramatic movie, and we were invisible and had to walk in a line and avoid anyone discovering us. People kept almost brushing into us and finding us because we were having to wind through this sort of "concrete jungle," heh heh--there was a whole story line that went with it but I totally forget it. Too bad, it seemed really interesting. I also remember getting a new pair of glasses and looking through them, and it felt so good and looked so clear. That's all!

[Chelita]

Last night, I dreamed that I was going to a hospital because my best friend was sick. I was actually going with her to get admitted, and all of the members of her family were going, too (6 people) plus my family, so it was this huge group wandering around the hospital. She showed me that some of her teeth were black, and I asked if that was going to be permanent: she said yes. Her little sister also had a tiny tooth growing in the middle of her two front teeth, and their mother said that it was genetic and that she had hers removed. But strangely, I think the actual "ailment" was that my friend was going to have a baby. We walked around the hospital and I observed all the parents with their children patients. I remember they seemed to be pushing their children in shopping carts, some handling their children rather roughly as they sent them through conveyor belts like at the airport. The next thing I remember, I was getting my lifeguard recertification, and the two girls leading it were like slavedrivers! They said that it was time to dive down into the pool and back up (kind of like a real save where you have to dive to the bottom of a 12 foot pool and use save a person at the bottom)... but in the dream, there was no saving; all we had to do was spend a full 30 seconds underwater spent diving down and back up. I protested, but they insisted. It kind of reminded me of freediving, something I'd just been reading about (but obviously in real life they spend more like 3 and half minutes). So I tried the diving and even though to me it seemed way less than 30, they told me it was fine. That's all I can remember!

[Chelita]

I remember a little bit more about a dream from last night. I had just been reading the beginning of Kurt Vonnegut's Sirens of Titan before bed, and in it, this man is told that in the future he will be taken to Mars where he will be bred like a farm animal. He's also told he'll go to several more planets, one of which is an absolutely beautiful place. In my dream, it was as though I were him, and I was going to be taken to a planet that was fantastically beautiful, yet also a place where I would be indentured to someone else and my life would be controlled. There was a group of us at a house, a few girls, preparing for ambush by those who would take us away. I was handed a pistol, but I protested that I didn't know how to use it. The friend told me I just had to pull the trigger, and I asked about the safety. I had this weird feeling that might be a precursor to lucidity because it was as if I knew the gun was a production of my imagination; it was almost as if I knew that in real life guns have safeties, that my mind had done a bad job of making this gun very unsafe without a safety, but that by asking her, a safety might be able to materalize. And just like that, she did show me a safety that clearly hadn't been there before. Still didn't actually catch on that it was a dream, though. I put the gun down at some point though. Some scary men came to get everyone, and I had this strange feeling that it was a game, and that I wanted to be on the men's side, since it seemed a lot more likely to be the winning side. Everyone left, but then there was one man in charge of me. I asked him--and this is so ridiculous--if I could go back into the house and look for my allergy medicine, since I would need it in my new destination. Shockingly, he said yes. But now the house was not safe. There were bad people in it who couldn't know we were going back in. So this man started serving as my body guard and guide. We entered the house silently and he told me when to proceed. He used all sorts of complicated misdirection techniques to get me upstairs. I think he also shot some people. God, not sure -- it was weird; I wasn't scared or upset AT ALL. We spent a long time looking for the medicine in a messy room. I think we talked some, too. I was sort of attracted to him. At one point I told him honestly that I was confused about how nice he was being to me, and I was afraid that after it was all done he would just kill me. He said he could understand why I felt that way, but that killing me was definitely not part of his directions. He explained about how I was very needed... can't remember the details. Basically, it was safe to be on friendly terms. I finally found the medicine myself. People were approaching the room and were going to find us. He left ahead of me, and I tried to imitate his sneaking out. But as I almost stepped into the hallway, two women across the hall said they heard something and looked into the room I was in. They were looking almost THROUGH me; I was standing still, but why didn't they see me? I suddenly realized I was invisible, and I instinctively knew that the man had done it for me. I ran downstairs and outside and saw him there by his car, limping and completely exhausted. Another possible precursor to lucidity that I get a lot: I think I am in a movie instead of real life: As I saw him incapacitated there, I thought to myself that this movie was copycatting Ghost, where the ghosts get exhausted by temporarily filling other bodies, and also Harry Potter, where people get exhausted by producing Patronuses (I think?). The man was exhausted by using some sort of power to make me invisible. I hopped into his car and he drove away, but we were going so slow, and shots were coming at the car. He was shooting back. I bent down but felt completely protected. Then I got woken up! Looks like I'm not used to remembering so much detail; I'll have to learn how to make my descriptions more concise!