varrin
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The first dream started at a friends house (a house that does not exist in real life as far as I know). My friends and I were all watching movies in the basement. Suddenly there was a loud commotion from outside, and it turns out an army was marching through the streets. There were explosions sounding all around us. Then we saw a tank pull up in front of the house, and it turned it's barrel towards us and fired. The force of the shockwave sent us flying backwards, and the shell had blown a hole in the back wall. We climbed out through the hole and ran. Eventually we came upon a tree line, and we went through it.

On the other side was the cornfield behind my dad's house, but it looked like a beach, having sand all the way across it and water crashing on both ends. There were other people there, I want to say "natives" because they had straw huts. They were skimboarding, and I asked if I could try, but I kinda sucked at it.

The next dream I remember is kinda the same. We were all at my dad's house, and then we decided to go into the basement and watch movies. One of my friends complained about the carpet, and how there used to be a different one the last time they were there, so I went upstairs to fetch the other one.

And then I woke up.

In my first dream I had two dogs, which I do in real life, but they were both black labs, while I have two weimaraners. Oh and they could both talk. But no one else knew that, so when we went over to a friends house, I had to make sure they acted like "normal" dogs. We went around my hometown, basically just doing nothing.

The second dream I was at my Dad's house. There was a jungle in the back yard. We went out there with a bunch of other people. We were all carrying machetes, and I have no idea what we were looking for. Then I got bit by snake. I remember the pattern was red on the head and tail, one stripe of yellow about a 1/3 of the way down from its head, and the middle was solid black. It bit me, but just at that instant I cut its head off with my machete. My dad took me to his house, and I remember one of the people saying that i had minutes to live, while the nearest hospital was thirty minutes away. Then my alarm went off.

My normal dream signs (haze, altered perspective) were still there.

I can only remember traveling to some old man's house, and then he gave me something to eat that made me sick, and I went to his bathroom and threw up in his toilet.

Oh what a special dream

It started at my dad's house. For some reason we were moving, so I was outside as they rolled the house down the street. I wanted to go meet with friends to go shopping, so I climbed onto a school bus that would take me there. Just as we were leaving we hit a bump. I went outside to find we had run over my sister. She was "alright", in the sense that she was still conscious and alive. But she was covered in blood, her hand and ankles were snapped backwards, and one of her legs was broken. Horrified, I picked her up and carried her onto the bus.

The next thing I remember was being at the store shopping with friends. We were looking for costumes for a movie we were making (I believe it was our own version of Superman). At one point I got in an argument with Leah, then we checked out and left. We went to a house (I don't think it's real) and more of my friends were there as well as some teachers from school. We played Taboo and I was the first one to give clues, but all of the cards were too hard and I didn't know what the words meant. I settled on a card that had "John Johnson" on it, but while it definitely was a Taboo card, I played it like it was Pictionary and proceeded to try and draw the clue.

The last part was me entering American Idol, but it had the original three judges on it. For some reason my mom was also a judge, and she was pretty popular. The rest of my family was there too, but my mom didn't seem too happy about me entering (in the dream my singing was awful...I swear I have a good voice irl ). Before the show all the contestants were taken into an auditorium to practice projecting our voices. We were given a sheet to read off of. I read off of the sheet while someone was listening to rap music.

And then I woke up.

This dream had the typical dream signs...or I guess maybe a better term might be my "dream qualities"; the dream was hazy, and I viewed the whole thing from a somewhat zoomed-out first person perspective...like playing a video game in first person, it's never quite true to actual first person view.