Dream journal for the night of August 18-19
Statements in [brackets] are my commentary for the dream.
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I'm at a toy store looking at soccer jerseys [I know soccer jerseys aren't sold at toy stores, but this didn't strike me as odd at the moment]. I pick up a jersey from my favorite team and begin examining it, thinking if I want to buy it or not. I turn it around and see that it has a number "47" on the back. This is not the number of my favorite player, he uses the number 8 [the number 8 is one of my suspected dream signs]. I decide to go to the counter and ask the person there if they have that jersey with an “8”.
When I approach the counter, I see it is being attended by a beautiful blonde girl about my age. I ask her about the jersey but now I am much more interested in her than the jersey. After asking her about the jersey [I can’t really remember what she said] I continue chatting with her about random stuff and she tells me it’s time for her break.
We walk outside of the store and sit on some benches [none of the scenery from inside or outside the store exists in real life, although the store does exist, only visually different]. We start talking and every moment I feel more and more mesmerized by this girl [I can’t remember her name, but she did tell it to me].
All of a sudden, several boys about our age as well, riding on bicycles, approach us and begin to insult and taunt us. I am not too prone to violence [nor am I in real life] so somehow I talk my way out of the conflict, and they leave. The girl tells me these boys like her but she won’t pay any attention to them, which causes them to harass her frequently. This upsets me, but we continue our talk. She tells me she’s going partying to a nightclub later and we agree to meet up again there.
The scene changes and I’m arriving to the club [I’m not sure if other things happened in between, I may have forgotten some parts]. I enter the club and before I can find the girl I see that the boys from earlier are at the club as well. So, [despite me being a non-violent person] I begin searching for my friends in order to round up enough people to approach and fight the boys.
While I’m searching, I run into the girl from the store. She’s dressed in a baby blue dress and she looks more beautiful than ever, but I’m on a mission now and I just greet her and leave her behind.
I find several of my friends and talk them into fighting with me. We all go together and approach the boys. After some arguments and pushing each other around we all decide that 1 vs 1 face-offs between us and them are the most convenient way to settle our dispute. It’s my turn first.
The people at the club clear a circle for us in the middle and I enter the circle to meet my opponent. He enters the circle as well, and he is dressed in a large foam suit shaped like a beer bottle [which didn’t strike me as odd at all]. I then fight him and I win the fight.
[The rest of this dream involves sexual content and may not be suitable for the younger members]
As I am leaving the fight, I run into M [a girl from real life with whom I’ve been intimate in several occasions, in real life; at this point I’ve completely forgotten about the girl from the store]. We greet each other and then sneak into the men’s room, into one of the stalls, and begin having sex.
Suddenly, I can see someone dressed in red [the color red is another suspected dream sign] is peaking through the slit between the walls of the bathroom stall. As I’m sitting on the toilet, I begin kicking the door of the stall and yelling for the intruder to GT*O, all the time continuing my “business” with M.
But instead of leaving, the intruder kicks open the stall. The intruder is a stunningly beautiful blonde, about 35 years old, dressed in a super-sexy red dress and holding a pistol. She aims the pistol at us and tells M to leave. M immediately gets up and runs away, leaving me pants down on the toilet. Then the lady in red pulls the trigger on her pistol, revealing it to be simply a cigarette lighter. I ask what is going on and she tells me she just wanted to get rid of M to be with me. She enters the stall and closes the door behind her while putting her “pistol” away into a small handbag. Her intentions become clear to me as she comes closer and mounts me. I have sex with her for what seems like a lengthy period of time.
[My alarm goes off and I hit snooze]
I’m in a room talking on the phone with a friend [this friend may or may not be one of the South Park characters, I’m not sure but I have that impression]. The room is large and the walls white. It’s empty except for a small wooden table in the middle and a rusty metal trapdoor leading to a trash duct.
[like this: ]
The trapdoor has a message on it that reads “eyes closed, go all the way” [or something along those lines]. I realize this door actually leads to the house of my friend who is on the phone with me. I hang up the call [I don’t really remember what we were saying]. I look over to the wooden table and there is a bottle of pills on it. I have to take these pills with me to my friend’s house. I grab the bottle and open the trapdoor. I’m not too sure about going in. I look inside the duct and it’s all dark and creepy. I feel afraid. I read the sign on the door and then think “OK, here goes”. I throw the bottle of pills into the duct and then jump into it myself. However, as I’m sliding down the duct I begin to freak out, thinking about what will happen if I get stuck in it. Does anyone know where I am? Will anyone come looking for me if I don’t come out? Does this place even exist? Then I think, screw this, this is a dream and I don’t need to be here if I don’t want to, and I vanish from the duct, although I can still see the empty duct I left behind.
[I wake up before the second alarm goes off.]
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This dream and the fragment coming after it is all I remember from the night.
Another relevant thing to mention about last night is that I have the habit of immediately writing in my DJ when I wake up from a dream in the middle of the night, so as to not forget it by morning. This habit allowed me to realize that I experienced a false awakening last night, because I have a clear memory of waking up from a dream, reaching for my DJ and writing notes about my dream. However, my DJ was empty in the morning.
In the dreams I described, I notice the following occurrences that I find relevant:
-The number “8” and the color red, two suspected dream signs, were both in the first dream. The suspicion grows larger every time!
-The first dream was full of very strong emotions. First off, there was immense sexual energy. Also, when I was at the club, I remember feeling truly angry at the boys I was about to fight. Also, when I was with the younger blonde, form the store, I felt like I had never wanted a girl like that before and I was very, very mesmerized by her beauty.
-The first dream had several odd things, including the guy in a foam beer costume and me starting a group fight, which is not something I would do in RL. I probably should have recognized this.
-In the second dream, I was clearly lucid or at least aware that I was dreaming. Then I was able to exercise some degree of control, i.e. vanishing myself from the scary trash duct. Too bad the event startled me enough to wake me.
-I also found it strange that, after I disappeared from the duct in the second dream, my “dream cam” stayed in the duct. That means I was viewing the dream from a third-person perspective, something I had never noticed before.
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