ItsMEE
Failing in epic style.

1st dream

I'm going hill walking with my dad. It's raining quite a bit, and I remember that last time we went walking on these mountains while it was raining, we got stuck. But apparently we're going a different way this time. We're in the car, and I'm putting my walking boots and raincoat on. We get there and begin to walk up a small rocky path. Next to the path is grass and mud, which I accidently put my foot in. I pull it out with a squelch. We walk under some trees, and when we come out, it's no longer raining. The path twists and turns, and we're already pretty high up. We come to a piece of path that banks so steeply, it's almost vertical.
"Better take it pretty fast." my dad says and he runs over it. "Or you can step down here and go across."
I step down and walk across in the long grass.

2nd dream

It's the first day back at school and I'm late, and I don't know where to go. There are small pyramids dotted all over a hill, which is covered in bushes. This is suppoed to be part of the school. I wonder around for a while wondering where to go. There's an assistant teacher person sitting on one of the pyramids, so I decide to ask her where to go.
"Hello. I don't know where to go..."
"What class are you in?" she asks. I'm about to reply, when I realise that I have no clue. So I just shake my head and walk off. I go over to the pyramid at the end because I have the feeling that this is the right one. I lift the top up and there's teacher and his class. The teacher turns around and snaps at me "What do you want?" so I slam the lid shut. I hope he isn't my form teacher this year.... I open the lid again and peek in to see if the people in there are from my form, but I don't think they are. I shut the lid and walk away. A couple of pyramids down, I open another one. This is where the dream goes REALLY strange. I only open it a crack, just enough to hear inside. There is one teacher and one pupil, at least I think it's a teacher. I can't remember what she says, but it means I know that she is doing something to this kid that means they'll do exactly what she says. I slowly shut the lid and walk away. I sit on the hill side, not knowing what else to do. I'm going to wait until morning break when my friends come out and go with them to my next lessdon. But that's two hours away. A boy walks down behind me.
"Alright? What are you doing?" he asks.
"Nothing much. Being lost." I say. "Did you hear what that lady was doing in the pyramid back there?" we have a short conversation about it, and then decide to run away from her, because I can hear her coming out of the pyramid.

Memory lapse....

I'm with the first boy at the bottom of the hill and another one is at the top looking down. I have the feeling that he is the one in the pyramid who the lady is controlling. The first boy sort of hides me behind his back. The one on the hill says something to me I don't believe (I can't remember what), but I think he says he isn't the one I'm running away from. I shake my head, but when I look back at the first boy, it's like there's a pink/blue stain over him.
"You!" I shout, pointing at him.. "It's you." I push him in the stream, and the pink/blue stain seems to fade...

My dream starts in some random house that isn't mine. There's a fat guy with a big beard with his wife sitting at a table. I'm not sure whether I'm in the actual house or just watching it on television, but a second later one of the tripods from war of the worlds has shot them, the man first and then his wife, and then, apparently, me. Even though I had no time to jump out the the way, I still seem to be here. I look at all the photos. Framed pictures of the couple, happy and smiling, but somehow I know they have a son and a daughter. I race up the stairs (definitely not watching it on tv now!) and find the boy's room. He's sitting on his bed.

Memory lapse/second dream...

I'm at home, looking out the window in the living room. Then another tripod from war of the worlds turns up and fires a few shots over the house, and I realise there are two of them. A few minutes later, and they're gone, but I can tell they'll be back. The rest of my family know that too, and although we don't say much to each other, soon I have drawn up plans for a place for us to hide. I'm nervous and constantly look out of the window, not entirely convinced that the tripods are gone. The plan is of a cellar four rooms deep. The boy from before is randomly here, and is making the ceiling. He is painting it black and blue.
"Can I bring Muffin with me?" I ask my mum.
"I don't know, he'll take up room and he's 28-" (28?!) "-anyway."
Muffin is my hamster, who is actually three... anyway, I go downstairs and ask my dad.
"Sure," he says "Muffin can come. And all the other pets." I go upstairs to the art room, where my older sister has made a model of what the room at the bottom will be like. She is cutting out a section of the 'wall' where the sofa will go, and I see the wall is painted purple. I picked up a sponge on my way upstairs from my room, and I dip it in purple paint.

Eventually, it's finished and we are about to move into our secret underground house thing. The ceilings are made of paper and foil. I sit in the dark and wish we had something stronger as a roof.

I'm in a big, expensive house. There is a large grand piano at which a sad looking girl is sitting. She's about the same age as me. Somehow I know that she's lonely and sad because even though she lives in a really huge expensive house, she has no friends and her parents are really horrible to her. I'm leaning against a large window, when a car horn sounds.
"What's that?" I ask. The girl apparently doesn't hear me and says the same thing. We run down the drive an there's a car there, full of people. I'm not sure if I know I'm dreaming. We both get into the car, which is full of other kids. None of them seem to notice me. I'm squished in the corner, next to a girl with a large overbite. She smiles at me and says
"Hi, I'm the godess of the water." I'm confused at this. She laughs and says "We're going round and picking up dreamers. You can be whatever you want."
I'm thinking about this, as well as other things. I think I know I'm dreaming, but I also wonder if I'm supposed to be dead in this dream, because nobody except for this girl can see me. Whatever, I think. Then I begin to wonder if I'm actually dreaming, but I don't reality check. I decide that if I'm not dreaming, then this must be very crazy. We get to a place reminiscent of the Arts Centre and go and crouch at the windows.
"What's going on?" I whisper to the 'goddess of the water'.
"We're under attack. Dream invaders"
"Oh." I get up and start to silently dash about the place (which is a lot bigger than it is in real life). There are maze-like corridors that twist and turn and instead of stairs, the floor just slopes upward. I see some people I feel are these Dream Invaders, and take my knife out of my belt. They can't see me, so I'm sure I must be dead in this dream.

Big fat lapse in memory...

Then I find I'm in the left side of the building, a darker version of the right side. My jeans are torn, so I guess I must have had a fight with the Invaders. I creep round the back and come back to the right side. I crouch by the windows again.
"Where have you been? They're inside and you've been running about doing..." and then the dream ends.

We pay to go into a museum (me, my mum and my sister) and go down the first dark corridor and out into the first room, which is full of sculptures and pictures. There are some other more interesting things, but they only keep my attention for a short while and my mum and sister are fascinated by these weird drawings.
"I like this style but not too much." my mum says. My sister gets a pencil out of nowhere and starts trying to add to the pictures.
"Hannah! No! Stop it! Can me move on yet? Look everyone else is gone. Even Mrs Mackie is going." Mrs mackie was one of my old school teachers and is really slow at doing stuff. Eventually we get out into the next room, which is all white and has shells and pearls and stuff. We don't even stop in here and carry on. The next room is no longer a museum. It's full of racks of clothes, and as we continue, we find ourselves in a large shopping centre.

Later, I have another dream where I'm rushing about a station frantically trying to buy tickets. After that, I have some blue and white tickets and am trying to board a train, which apparently doesn't exist; it's just an empty station.

Dream fragments about a wet cat.

I find a small kitten somewhere, and I seem to be running away from someone. The problem is I can't hold cats. I remember a field and then my mum turns up.
"That's not how you hold a cat. Have you been holding her like that all day?" I say yes, and my mum teaches me how to hold a cat and somehow, I end up climbing out a building on a rope.