Thread: morca's dream journal

16/02/05
Non-lucid
subject matter- Speech and debate team, in DC? (I live in oregon)
people- Jeff (coach) Couple of mexican kids not actually on the team, some people from team
Remember vaguely many politicl officials, all with same name
First part- we go into a rest stop food place, buying food. Food is gourmet pastry, Others buy, I am going to buy, but it seems that I have only 90 cents, in quarters. (WTF? apparantly my subconcious hates math) and it costs $2.99, and i think "Oh, I've only got $2.50.
Second part- In resturaunt, round wood tables, we spread out and sit down. Guy with shaved head walks in, coat opens, shows a white power patch, we get kinda irritated. He and one of the big mexican kids get in each other faces, jeff tries to intervene, everbody angry, nothing happens. He pulls out a poster and says "Werewolves" (meaning nazi's who fought after WW2), for some reason I think it is lenin on poster, i say to kid beside me "lenin, wtf?" and then I realize it's hitler on it. He and mexican kid sit down and debate.

Woke up at 4:20 and wrote this down, got almost no sleep afterwards.

Perhaps my first lucid dream?

I couldn't actually make anything happen. A pretty confusing dream. I was wandering around in a setting reminiscent of my middle school, but there was a skateboard competition out back. My friend August was there. And then the scene morphed into someones house, not a violent morphing, but It just was something different. Apparantly from my scribblings, at this point I used the Holding nose and breathing to figure that I was dreaming, but the finger through the Palm did not work, so I was slightly worried. I went outside the persons house, which was somewhat Japanese in style, and on the lawn, I tried hanging from a tree, and falling on the grass, trying to fly, but it did not work. I suppose this came from the hitchhikers guide, 'to fly, fall and miss the ground.' While in a crowd, I was frustrated by the fact that I couldn't make anything happen, and tried to make a girl, Heather, from my school, fellate me, but nothing happened. I did not ask her, as I was at this point a little uncertain if I was dreaming, as I couldn't make anything happen. So i just thought it really hard. I was embarassed that nothing happened. Later, I tried to fall asleep in a fridge.
Was I really lucid? Or was I dreaming that I was?

Perhaps started as Jedis? Some sort of enormous battle. Maybe I was killed in battle, or I was killed tallking on a cell phone on a street corner by a sniper in the snow.
Later, I and a female (jedi?) Who I think is Bastila, we walk into a funeral for another Jedi. Killed in that battle? Bastila and I are ghosts, and try to make our presence felt, we have arrived late. Only after a few minutes, some guy we know reveals our presence, and we can suddenly touch and be seen. We pay our respects.
+-~Unknown events~-+
Setting: very snowy, grey city. Everything feels soviet.
I am outside with Annetje, a brash girl, slightly younger than me. We venture (?)downstairs and I protect her from something, I am able to form my body into a type of sheild for her. Eventually we are outside, and she tells me she wants to go to the street corner and make a phone call. I become extremely fearful, and I tell her she can't, that I died by doing that, or that her father did, I am slightly confused. She goes anyway, and I go with her, huddleing her into a corner, using my ghost-body to protect her. Forcing her to cower slightly, as my body can only stretch SO much. No one shoots at us. She is more confidant, and starts walking down the sidewalk. I try to stop her, but to no avail. A kid in a thick snowsuit is there, and tossing a snowball up and down. I am alrmed by this, and tell Annetje not to go any further, but she does not listen. The kid throws the snowball at us. Fearing a more direct attack, I try and use some sort of mental powers to whip snow at him (a blind), and run with Annetje around the next corner. Apparantly, this was the plan to ghet us there, and a a machine gunner opens up on Annetje from a tall building, I scream for Annetje to run, and the gunner is missing her, as I run after her, a few bullets strike me, but since I am a bullet proof ghost thing, they spark and bounce off. Eventually we get to the start of a hill, and I dive on top of her, and use my body as a bullet sheild, and make her start sliding down the hill. We go several blocks like this, a if we were a champion bob-sledding team, zooming under trucks, and missing trains just barely, and we eventually end up on the sidewalk at a park, and I am thrown from her as we crash. I pull myself up and run to Annetje, and She is not moving, there is blood down her leg. I kneel and start screaming her name. I wake up.

throughout this dream, I was not entirely sure whether she was my girlfriend or my daughter. the clues, and the feelings from the dream all tell me now that in the dream, she was my daughter. My confusion as to whether I or her father had been killed, and the paternal instincts that tore through me the whole time. God, I got teary eyed writing this.