dream fragment

I remembered that I also dreamed Dakota and I were playing Spyro: The Year of the Dragon. I wish there was something else I could recall, but there isn't anything.

Unfortunately my phone has decided to mess up, so I didn't have an alarm. I woke up too late in the day (which was actually just eight-something), the sun was too bright, and so I couldn't take a nap to have a lucid dream. :/

I don't remember much at all, except a bunch of cops were in front of the trailer. They weren't there as cops, though--or at least I don't think they were.

Later on, Dakota, Jon, and I were walking up a hill of a cemetery. It was at night.

(Continued.)

Dream 4: It's the end of the world again, but this time I'm Remus Lupin. I think I'm/he's a bit younger than what he is usually presented as--perhaps in the twenties. It was, once again, the apocalypse, but it was a planned one. Everyone had a choice as to how they would die or leave Earth. I remember that at one point when I went outside I looked up to see a huge floating restaurant, with bright lights and expensive food. A triple-decker bus then flew by and picked several of the people there up and then flew away, but a strong wind (or a tornado in the air, or a black hole, or something or another) then knocked the rest of the people off, and then I could see the bus following them not far behind.

I ran off and into the main part of town, where I could see several different shops and houses. Many of them were from Harry Potter, and others were from the real world. I think I was scouting around, but I can't be too sure.

The dream then changed positions for just a bit, and I was me again watching Dakota play Final Fantasy IX. I don't remember much about it, except he was in a grassy place and every time someone talked he would listen, unless it was from one of the "extra" characters, such as the knights and servants of the main characters.

I was then back to being Remus, except instead of my hometown I was on the streets of London. I felt like it was a game (how is this a game, really? <--- look, I was almost questioning things!) that allowed me a lot of freedom. I remember seeing one shop that had two others, including a lemonade stand and a Davrish and Banges.

This is continued from the previous entry!

Dream 3: My dog was a fluent speaker and he and I often had conversations, so long as he was sure that we were the only ones there. Now I can't remember what we would talk about, but I do remember that I never told anyone, even though I really wanted to. You see, my dog could talk because he was actually Kevin Bacon, a tulpamancer [I don't know.].

One time the two of us (my dog and I) went to a cathedral and spoke for a really long time, but then some church-goers that were somewhat older came in and seen us. They didn't hear him talking, but they did pull up something or another that was supposed to tell me how I really feel (or something; I really can't remember this point very well). One older man was confused, but a middle-aged woman, who I think was my old school's librarian, told him that I was "always like this" and not to worry about it.

I finished whatever they wanted me to do, went out--and then I think I went back in, because the things that happen next happened in a cathedral; no one was there, though.

Romeo and I were talking again, but this time Jon and Dakota came in the door. I suppose I could no longer hold the secret after years of doing so well, because I got Jon to the side and explained to him that I talked to my dog--frequently. He got this wide-eyed look about him and proceeded to tell me that "It's okay, everyone's insane about something." I tried to get him to believe that I wasn't crazy and that Romeo really could talk. Jon seemed to believe me, but I really couldn't be sure. Shortly thereafter Dakota came to join us so we could tell him. I explained to him further that Romeo was actually Kevin Bacon, and he seemed to accept that.

You guys, I'm really disappointed my dog can't talk. XD

Dream 1: I dreamed something about either the car crash I had the other day, or something to do with it.

Dream 2: It was the end of the world, and I was Harry Potter. The dream seemed to take place at my old school, and it was at night. We (students, teachers, Order of the Phoenix, etc.) had just defeated someone--presumably Voldemort and the Death Eaters. This was a much more wide-spread defeat, however, and there were quite a few Death Eaters that had gone to our side. At one point we were all running across the school, and some were hopping in their cars. We all had to meet up over there to "finish the job." I seen Lucius Malfoy, who had been one of the people to join us, running, yelling, "I can't believe he didn't believe me!" He said it joyfully.

Remus Lupin was a distance behind him in his car, and he was also happy. He slowed down as he came to me and said, "I've asked at least twenty-one people if they're really on our side." He then asked me if I wanted to catch a lift with him.

"Nah man, I'm just gonna run," I said (keep in mind that this is Harry Potter, also).

I did run. Fairly fast. Just under thirty miles-per-hour.

There was definitely more to this dream than I can remember.

I know that we (Dakota and I) were outside of the trailer park. The place seemed to be a bit more popular than what it actually is, and I think the vice principal of my old high school was in the trailer closest to the road. He was sitting out at the side, on his porch (which doesn't actually exist) when we walked by. I remember that the stars seemed to be doing something strange . . . I believe there was a very detailed constellation of a little girl in the general area that Orion is at these mornings.

I'm sure that we were causing some manner of mischief, but I don't know what.

After that, at some point I was on either this site or tulpa.info, and someone (a member called Fede, I believe) was talking about lucid dreaming.

Side note: I'm very glad that I dreamed about lucid dreaming! Even though I'm really only shooting for LDs during the weekends, I'll be more than happy to have them on the weekdays, too. I had four hours of sleep, so perhaps I should take note of that.

There is little I can remember about my dream, unfortunately, and it doesn't help that I decided to wait for a while before writing it down. That being said, I do remember Dakota in my dream, and my mother--she had just had another child. We talked to her for a short while before turning to another girl that I sorta-kinda (but not really) used to be friends with, and she had a child as well.

Later on I was taking a shower, but when I was finished and opened the curtain I realized that the door to the bathroom was wide open. A Japanese man named Nekomata was standing in the room across from the bathroom, staring. At first I didn't realize what his problem was, but then I remembered that I have boobs and quickly tried to cover them up with a towel.