Dream Recall: Five dreams recalled, awoke early in the night but can't remember that dream.
Improvement?: Yes.
Lucid Dream(s): No.
Improvement?: No.
Dreams:
Dream One - 2/10/2010
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Translated dream: The dream began in some expensive looking home. The premise was that I was getting married, to an overly large person who in hindsight I can't recall whether they were a girl or a boy. I was marrying them for their money. (Apparently in my dreams, I am a gold digger.) They were extremely obese, and the dream progressed to the point where we were 'married.' The ceremony never actually took place in the dream, but I remember the partner unbuttoning their shirt (looked like the buttons were fit to burst anyway) and revealing their plenty of fat rolls. The dream ended here. Luckily for my innocence.
Dream Two - 2/10/2010
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Translated dream: I think this dream was linked to the last one somehow. I remember ending up in a bathtub with someone else, who seemed obese enough to be the person in the last dream. They insisted to let them 'take care of' me. I was completely naked. The rest of the dream was extremely creepy. >.<
Dream Three - 2/10/2010
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Translated dream: This dream was a really sexual dream that I don't really feel like posting all over the internet. It involved another girl o_o
Dream Four - 2/10/2010
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Translated dream: This dream I remember being in a desert/beach-like area, then trekking across it and ending up with a few other people. I was talking to my dad, and told him I was going to go take a bath. Once inside the bathroom, which had only a door and a few walls separating it from the rest of the world and wasn't inside an actual house, I turned on the bathwater and tried to flush the toilet for no reason at all. The toilet flushed, and when I went to get in the bath it was about to overflow. Instead of getting in, I just turned off the water and let the bath drain, then left. It was rather weird.
Dream Five - 2/10/2010
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Translated dream: I was in my biology room, listening to a teacher instruct us as to how the tryouts for the school floor hockey team would be arranged. I don't quite remember what he said, but he explained that the changing rooms were on the right (which is where the closet is in the actual room). There was a piece of tape dividing half of the room, and the left half was team red and the right was team blue. We would be scrimmaging to decide who made the real team. To my dismay, I noticed that my ex (S) was there. Recently, he spoke to me and we got in a huge fight, so it's not a real surprise he was there. We were dismissed to the changing rooms, where we put on full-body suits that were red or blue and prepared to start the game. Each team would divide into offense and defense, and we'd have one person trying to score goals. The plan changed so that we would not be scrimmaging against each other per se but rather competing to get the best score without opposition. I did my best to pretend that my ex didn't exist, and started to play the game. We were playing with a small rubber ball, and I used my stick to pass it up to our goal-scorer. This continued for the rest of the game (for the sake of boredom, I won't go into details). My biology teacher called a halt and switched up our teams. I was put on the red team with the rest of the relatively good players, but I didn't notice when he put me on the team. I was wondering which team I was on, and he went into the hallway so I followed him to ask. He told me "I put you on the red team, you must have missed it when I made the hand gesture pointing you that way." So I went to the changing room and struggled to switch into a red suit, only to go out and find my team wearing orange and already playing. I quickly realized that the suit was reversible and it was orange on the other side. Then, that portion ended, and my ex approached me and started to argue with me to tell me we should stay friends and keep talking to each other. I can't remember the exact conversation, but he wasn't acting like himself at all. He was pleading with me. We were dismissed from the tryouts and told to leave, so I did. At the end of the hallway was the staircase and two door-like portals. I went onto the staircase and watched people go into the portals (girls in the left portal boys in the right) riding motorcycles which were small and quite quiet, but sounding like they needed a good tune-up. I followed into one, and found myself on an escalator that went down into a store in a mall. The dream ended.
Additional information:
I feel like my subconscious is trying to convince me that I'm a lesbian or bisexual. Which I'm not. How odd.
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