Awesome. Please post the dream.Quote:
Originally Posted by Raspberry
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Awesome. Please post the dream.Quote:
Originally Posted by Raspberry
Both me and mikeac both just had dreams about reading waking nomads and others dream journals. I also wrote in mine in the dream and everyone has been wrighting in their DJs alot in their dreams. :P
I don't think I wrote in my DJ though. :/
Ya I know but Nomad and Andres have.
Oh XP. I also need to post a possibl shared dream with my friend Rachel.
Also, me, Andres, and MadMonkey have claimed a piece of the Triforce since we all have a common form of Link in our dreams.Quote:
Secret (Possible Shared Dream)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was in the bedroom with Rachel (Something seemed very real about her, as in not created by my mind. I don't know why), McKenna, and my brother. We were all starting to discuss family stuff, and Rachel seemed very quiet as this subject came up. (I have been trying to find out what the reason for her sadness for so long) I asked her what's up, and she said, "My mother had some alcohol when she woke up from her nap today and was a total bitch." I didn't know how to respond to that, and my brother seemed dumbfounded. I got a few texts from Jenny and a few others, and my phone was decked out with a strange theme. I started to question whether or not I am dreaming, but then I woke up.
I fell back asleep, and the dream continued from where it left off. I walked into the hallway, and McKenna and Rachel went outside. My mom told me they went home, but I knew they didn't. For some reason, most of my Filipino relatives were here. We all went outside and then into the guest house. Jenny was in there for some reason, and Rachel was in the guest bedroom, McKenna left. Jenny asked,
"What's wrong with Rachel?"
"I dunno, but she misspelled half the words in her texts to me."
"Why don't you talk to her?"
"I dunno, that just-"
"Michael!" my mom yelled.
"Coming! (to Jenny) I gotta go."
I go back inside and I'm informed that 90mph winds are starting to come and go. I see the palm tree in our backyard bend into a 90 degree angle as a burst of high speed wind comes. After a moment, it stops and Rachel and Jenny come running into the house. Strangely, Jenny's bra was on the outside of her shirt. Rachel walked in with a depressed expression and slouched onto the couch. Jenny motions me to talk to her. I sit Rachel down and she starts to cry on my shoulder.
I brush her hair away from her face and ask her, "What's wrong?" She falls back onto the coach and moans.
"You can tell me. There's something other than your mom, right?" She nods. "What?"
"Well-" and then I wake up. Fuck. I've been trying to get her to confess her problem for a while and she wont, whenever she comes close something prevents me from hearing it.