alixboblix
Lurker

Went to sleep at 12:30am

Dreams between 12:30am-2:35am:
I was with 2 children and they were not mine but became mine. We were playing at a park. I saw zombies coming out of no where I tried to yell to the others that there was a breach. I grabbed the children’s hands and started to run. I was not getting far and zombies became enclosing. It half occurred to me that the kids will be alright if I leave them. But I still ran for my own sake. The herd was enclosing and one reached and grabbed my hair as I ran past. The enclosing herd now became less threating and I realized I could make them disappear. I did not think “this is a dream”. I started melting pieces of the environment away just as fast as the thought formed. Like whipping off food from a plate when you are cleaning it. The canvas was blank and I started to fill it with sky. I took off in it but not extremely aware I was in control. I tried to forced scenery onto the canvas and for some reason it was not working. I drew a large scene with futuristic building and dome like buildings like something out of star wars. I didn’t want to play in it, the notion was “Oh come on! I have been here 1000 times!”. I fly away, or backed away, or I erased it, I can’t remember, I got frustrated and went into the sky (daylight sky). I just went higher and higher, not knowing what to do with myself. I went so high that I found large empty plastics. Large plastic bottles and containers with lids attached. They were in big batches, sticking together. These batches were just floating in the sky. I knew I went to high, or didn’t want to get to high in the sky for fear I would get stuck. I stopped ascending and started to swim down. Literally swim down. It was difficult and I started losing my sense of direction of up and down.
The dream ended, I think. I do not remember feeling the wind on my face or exhilaration from flying. But I was able to get away from and OUT of a zombie dream. I a pattern of zombie dreams and this was the first time I did not have an entire dream of zombies.
I do not know if I was in full control of my dream because I got lost in the sky and did not recognize that these plastic bottle clouds were odd.

I was disappointed upon waking up that I either did not know how to create my own dreams, so I defaulted to letting my dream just happen, after going into the sky.


In another dream I was a rapper. A white male rapper. My crew was signing a deal with our manager. The paper had a signature process of putting a MultiFinder ring on your hand and holding it to the paper. It was my turn and everyone had signed it but me. I noticed the paper was full of signatures, no actual text. I demanded to see the actual contract before signing. When out manager was being difficult about seeing the contract, I refused to sign it. There was 7 million of our money we earned involved. After rallying up my crew about the contract they signed, but was not complete with out my signature, we got the contract. In the contract, our manager (a woman) had the money being funneled to her and another woman! Who we had never heard of. My manager was furious that were now knew. My crew was yelling at her and also cheering for me. I took the liberty of ripping up our contract into pieces. I started yelling as a past anyone by, YOUR WELCOME, YOUR WELCOME.

In another dream Some place in a corner store, or bar, Jaleesa OR Zakari had slept on a couch in the back. They slept there in need and loved that the location had a dog. A black dog. The dog stayed with them or slept with them. Or maybe it was her dog. It was not clear if this was Jaleesa (high school jaleesa) or the now 2-yr old Zakari.
This dream is very fuzzy, it was a sliver of a dream I believe.

In another dream I was meeting up with powerful, possibly scary woman if you got in her way. We were going somewhere important, like an adventure. Frist we got a couple of things from this very historic site, which she lived close by. A large Train that was backed into the wall and all I saw was the face of the train. A cartoonish train. The train had a coo-coo clock-type of extension, that I took off. I was in disbelief that I was at that site and needed to touch it. I walked with the extension, following the woman into a room, where her ‘henych men’ was. He was very helpful and offered to return the extension after I showed it to him. He was seriously, Mario. Mario. A life size, perfectly dimensioned, Mario.
Either I am remembering a different dream or the powerful woman, who I was weary of, became Brittnie (my oldest sister). I was made to clean and start trying to peel off stickers on the legs of different furniture and tables. The woman, Brittnie now, and Mario, was also cleaning. There was an endless supply of cleaning solutions, I was using them wastefully. Splashing on my pants as I washed because I would use too much.
I thought: Damn my jeans will be soaked by the time we are done. Why didn’t I bring a change of pants!

An in and out dream came, where I could hear Cinnamon ask: Well how to do I know I am dreaming? She disappeared. I wanted to answer that question or maybe ask it again. I felt a sharp hot burning on my upper thigh, below my crotch on my right thigh. For some reason I made ‘someone’ touch me. I tried scaring myself and it worked. I believed someone was touching me and I became to get really scared. They same feeling I know very well within my dreams. I started to get myself awake. So I must have known I was asleep. I was suffering from sleep paralysis BAD. I started feeling the blankets on me and that I was in my bed. But my head was still in a dream and the feeling on my leg still there. I knew Tim (my boyfriend) must be by me, I started to say his name, I wanted him to rustle around in order to wake me up. I know I was able to mumble something because I felt him move in bed. That allowed me to get nearly out of sleep paralysis. At this stage I know this feeling I have to shake my head back and forth, I pant and I still have my eyes closed. I have to shake myself awake. Once I do that I jerk awake, still panting. I feel for Tim and he felt the commotion, and knows the deal. He says to me without moving: It’s ok.
I am now awake and I ask myself if I am awake. I think: yes. I ask myself, why am I awake and not sleeping? I think: because It is dark in my room. I never have dreams that are in the dark. (They may be fucked or scary, but never in the dark). I say I am awake because I can feel Tim sleeping, I see the flickering of the pilot light flame in the hallway and the faint red color, coming from the alarm clock. It was 2:35 am, at this point.
I wanted to remember all the dreams so I recorded them before returning to sleep.

After going back to bed I had a nightmare. I don’t recall having any other dream than this one. I was in a scary movie type of dream. My mother (she looked like Carl’s mom, from the walking dead) died. All I had was pictures of her and videos. When I would view the pictures, she would be further back in the photo or a branch would be in more in the way than did was before in the picture. I saw who was doing this. He was terrifying. His face was fire. I watched a video of her and again she was further back in the pond water she was in. Making it harder to make out her face. I felt something right behind me and at that same moment my mother in the video, she’s looking past me now and yells ‘Oh my god!” And then I see it was him behind me.
I jerked awake again but not unlike the process the other dream was where I have to shake me head and be half in half out.