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    1. A Misplaced Word and Being Inside a Video Game

      by , 09-08-2012 at 04:42 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was reading a poem which was about three other poems, one of my poems being one of them. I was very honored that someone would pick one of my poems to write a poem about. The only thing I saw that was weird was a misplaced word, "yay", being in there.

      I then remember reading it from a different angle, like it was all in 3D. All the letters looked like they were encased in glass. Inside one of them was a reflection of the word "yay" in a light reddish-purple color. I supposed that the author of the poem-about-poems saw that and thought it was part of my poem, when really, it was only a reflection of a word from another poem.

      Then, there were all these shoes on this stage, and something happened depending on how you had them laid out. I kept moving some and knocking some over to see what would happen. There were black high heels, grey high heels, black knee-high boots, and probably more that I can't remember.

      Throughout this dream, my mouth was terribly dried out. I would try to drink water to wet it, but it was like the water wasn't even touching my bone-dry tongue. I couldn't even feel it enter my mouth.


      I woke up with my mouth being extremely dry from breathing through it, my nose being too stuffy to breathe out of. I cleared it out, had some water, and went back to sleep, finally able to breathe through my nose again.

      ~

      I was inside of some video game, one that I had beaten before, apparently. Jake was with me.

      We came up to Cinderella, who was somewhere outside, just standing in some grass by the road (which looked like a road close to where I live), and talked to her. She was dressed in her ball gown. She had this mission that she was on, saving people who were less than fortunate; they were tiny and deformed, not even really people, I guess. It was so weird. But anyway, she asked us to get this kitten in the room the tiny people were in, which was actually the bonus room at my house. She called the tiny people "middle class" something or others, I can't quite remember.

      So we got the kitten, a black and white kitten with these small black balls on the tips of its whiskers. It looked like my brother's girlfriend's kitten, save for the whisker balls. Well that room was where my cat, Belle, likes to stay, and she doesn't like other cats. The kitten just wanted to play, but my cat wanted no part in it. I then saw the tiny people come out from behind the couch. They were basically just heads and legs, reminding me of Mr. Saturn from Super Smash Bros.

      Then, Cinderella said something about how one of the tiny people had gone missing.

      Jake and I were then going through this glass tunnel. We went into this room, one that we were supposed to get for either Belle or the black and white kitten, and there was a boss to beat in there, this small, green monster that kind of looked like the Cheshire Cat. It had black stripes on its back. I wasn't ready to activate it yet (we had to talk to it or hit it or something to activate the battle), but Jake went ahead and did it anyway. I said
      "Alright, you can beat him then," and gave him a lightsaber that glowed red when drawn.
      He said something like "This is easy" in response.
      I watched him hit the creature over and over. When he was about to deal the final blow, the boss looked at me with the exact look my cat gives me when she's pissed, with ears back and eyes wide. I shut the door to the room that Jake and the boss were in and walked back down the glass tunnel.

      Then, I was in a kitchen, sitting in a chair at the table, and these two people, a mother and father, were talking to their little girl. Her parents were telling her that her grandparents and I were leaving the next day in the morning. The girl looked very sad. Then, her parents said they would leave after breakfast, and she perked up a little and said
      "Well at least I still get breakfast!"
      I was wondering how in the world I was related to this girl, because apparently I was. I looked at her, and that's when I noticed how much she resembled Honey Boo Boo from the reality show "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo" (in my defense, a show I've never watched, and never plan to IWL). I was then trying to get out of the chair I was sitting in, but for some reason, one of my legs was kind of stuck between the table and the chair. I kept saying "ow" trying to get it out, even though it didn't hurt. I finally freed it.

      Updated 09-08-2012 at 07:09 PM by 32059

      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. Jane Kills Her Mother, and Being Jumped by Giant Dogs

      by , 09-07-2012 at 04:44 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was in my house in the kitchen with someone, I want to say kind of a butch-looking girl. I went to the fridge and opened it to find some wine. I pulled out the bottle, and there was only about a glass left. I said something to the girl about there barely being any left, so I was just going to drink it from the bottle. I pulled the cork and put it to my lips.

      Dream skip. Things get interesting here.

      Someone, I think this girl I know in waking life named Jane, had lost her parents (not so in waking life) when she was younger. I was watching the scenario of how how she lost her mom. Apparently, she had lost her parents at different points, first her dad, then her mom.

      The story was that they were at a beach when she was very young, probably about 6 or 7, and her version of the story was that her mother was killed by being swept out in powerful currents or something. I watched the beach come into view from above. I saw it was a sunny day. The beach was secluded and rocky, and lots of areas formed huge, strong currents between the rocks.

      Then, it was like I was playing some weird version of Sim Earth, and I started trying to get rid of the currents by placing waves between the grey rocks where the current got strong. This just pushed the current outwards. I kept trying, and it kept doing the same thing, so I just deleted my wave placements to make it go back to normal.

      Then, I was watching the young Jane and her mother, both very beautiful. Her mother seemed like a very, very kind woman. They were standing in very shallow water close to the shore by a huge rock formation at the very left side of the beach. Something happened to where Jane killed her mother, though it was not on purpose, but an accident. She was stabbed through the middle. I saw the wound, and it was bloody, but not too bloody. The present Jane then had this horrible realization that she had killed her mother, after thinking for years it had been the currents.

      Then, I was getting out of my parked car on a sunny day at this Catholic church in my town. I was going to meet either Jane or Jake, I'm not quite sure anymore. I think it was Jake. I had to walk somewhere though, so I got out of the car, and started to walk away from the church. I got to the corner of the sidewalk, and to my right, I saw a little ways from me, two HUGE grey dogs. No collars, no leashes. They looked like Great Danes. As bad as I want a Great Dane (I do want one in waking life), I did not want a run-in with these dogs. I turned to my left, and again, a ways away from me were two more gigantic grey dogs.

      I started back towards the church, trying to step cautiously as to not startle the dogs. Well, apparently, I wasn't taking enough care in my steps, because first two, then the other two, started to bound towards me. Not out of aggression, but they wanted to greet me. I am very small, even in waking life, compared to Great Danes, but these were even more massive and muscular than their waking life counterparts. I was walking by the parked cars in the parking lot as they started to jump on me excitedly. One bit me on the arm he was so excited, but not hard enough to make me bleed, though I did still feel the pain of the bite.
      "Down! Sit! Stay" I started to say forcefully over and over.
      They backed off a little, but not much. Then, right as I feel like I was getting to my car (I don't think I was going to leave, but I needed shelter), a Golden Retriever started to join in on the fun.

      At some point during all this, I remember calling Jake. He asked if I wanted to meet him somewhere else or something, and I said yes.

      I also remember seeing a photograph of Jake as a child, I think it was Jake anyway, in front of a building with some other children. Jake was not smiling. He looked angry and sad. He had lost his parents (it was bleeding in with the Jane story at that point).


      I know I'm leaving some things out of here, especially in the part where Jane's mother is killed. But the most vivid part of the dream was the dog part, seeing them and being jumped all over by them. Odd.

      Updated 09-07-2012 at 04:59 PM by 32059

      Categories
      memorable , dream fragment , non-lucid
    3. Cutting Belly Buttons, and Flooding the Bathroom

      by , 09-06-2012 at 02:18 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was outside, I want to say I had been on some kind of mission. I was at the end of it, and the last thing I had to do was make a cut on some thin film of skin that was supposedly covering the bottom of my belly button...? I saw an example play out in front of me, and of course, there was blood. There were two ways you could do this, I don't remember the first, but the second was just simply using the scalpel to make the cut. They were illustrated by these icons in my vision, kind of like a video game screen. I didn't want to do it. I was too much of a chicken for the pain and the blood. I had gotten all the way there, and now, I was too afraid of a little cut.

      ~

      This one is kind of jumbled...let's see if I can make sense out of it.

      I feel like I was living in an apartment. I remember it being nighttime outside. I was supposed to be meeting with my friend Samira (whom in waking life I only know via the internet) for some reason. Apparently, we hung out a lot.

      Then, I was going to get in the shower. I turned it on, and the shower head was messed up, so if the curtain wasn't all the way closed, water would get all over the floor. Well, water got all over the floor, semi-flooding the bathroom and soaking the small, white Mickey Mouse towel placed by the tub for one's feet when they got out of the shower. I think the towel was supposed to be Samira's. I started trying to clean it up with another towel. I picked up Samira's Mickey Mouse towel, and it was absolutely sopping wet. I remember talking to Samira about the towel, but she wasn't there. I guess it was kind of telepathically? I'm not sure. She laughed and said not to worry about it. We talked about other things as I got in the shower, but I can't remember what.

      One of my neighbors was someone I know from the internet as well, but it was someone I don't talk to at all anymore, someone I'm not particularly fond of. Let's call him Sam.

      I remember all the talks and stuff with Samira, who in the dream I called something else, something that started with a K, like Kera or or something like that, being very pleasant.
    4. Spiders in The Blinds

      by , 09-05-2012 at 04:21 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was in the bonus room at my house, and noticed that all the blinds were swarming with spiders. I couldn't believe I had actually ever touched or messed with those blinds. Something about a little girl and the blinds, I think someone was filming her for a movie or something.

      I also remember being in the shower, and seeing the water being stained red with blood, and I was falling in and out of sleep as some guy told me he was worried about me because of how much blood was in the water. I felt very tired and out of it, and didn't really care too much about the blood.


      Did not get much sleep last night, feeling pretty rough this morning. Bleh. -_-
    5. GRE Fail, Inside a Video Game, Searching For Liquor, and Star Trek Weirdness

      by , 09-04-2012 at 04:42 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was sitting at a desk in a classroom with many other people, lots of them I knew from high school. The desks were all set up in this huge square. We were taking the GRE.

      It was very quiet in the room, of course, as we all bubbled in answers on our papers. There was a test proctor walking around keeping time (it's a timed test). During this time, I remember looking across the room and seeing Rob, this guy I went to high school with. I knew he had taken the test quite a few times because he kept doing poorly.

      We then had a break to all get up and go use the bathroom and such.

      I then remember sitting back down, this time I feel like I was sitting around the area that Rob had been sitting. I remember my high school friend Sara being there as well, though her hair was shorter than I remember. We were about to take the writing portion of the test. I went through the opinion/argumentative writing part, and felt just fine about it. Time was called, and then we started the next writing portion, analyzing an argument, a part of the test where you have to be able to read a simple argument, and pick out its fallacies. The short argument was on the paper in quotations, bigger print and italics. I don't remember what it said exactly, but I spent a lot of time thinking about what to write. I had been nervous about this part of the test to begin with. During this time, I actually remembered that this was supposed to be a computer-based test now, not paper-based, but I just didn't worry too much about it.

      I wrote a couple of sentences on my notebook paper, but then erased them. Someone close by to me warned me they were about to call time. Not two seconds later, the test proctor called time. Fuck! I didn't have anything written! I was going to have to take it again. The score was going to be completely unacceptable to any of the graduate programs I wanted to attend.

      I then was in the same room again, retaking the test. The same group of people was in there. I don't remember details of this part.

      Then, the tests were taken up when we were done. They were put in colored folders, I seem to remember purple being one, on this bin/shelf that looked like it was in my closet, but it wasn't my closet? Weird. Well, I wanted to see mine and maaaybe correct some things on it if I could, but I knew that was cheating, and I'm sure they kept a close eye on them. I kind of thumbed through them, but didn't make any corrections. I was afraid I'd get in trouble just for touching the tests. I remember seeing the bin/shelf of results throughout the rest of the dream.


      ~

      I was with my friend Mike and some other people. We were in some video game. I don't know what our mission was, but it involved getting some items to someone behind a big door at the back of the bar. The door was inaccessible unless we had these items.

      We were in an old, dark, dilapidated bar sometime in the distant future. There was all this swamp area inside of it that would kill us if we touched it. I don't remember who touched it first, if it was me or someone I was with, but we all ended up just jumping in the swamp. I remember thinking it would hurt to die, but it didn't. I remember floating down into the swamp, feeling a little weird, and then, we were alive again inside the bar.

      We then saw the bar as it had been thousands of years prior. It had a few people in it, and looked brighter and, of course, it wasn't worn out and dilapidated. There was also no swamp area. We went up to the bar and the bar tenders, I remember for sure one was a woman, said something to us.

      Then, it started to age in fast motion. I watched out a window as the trees outside withered and died (apparently this was the end of the world or something), and the light looked more and more orange, like a sunset. The bar was then the same swampy bar we had originally walked into. There were still people tending bar, but they were, of course, not the same people as when the bar was young. One of the girls that was with us reached behind the bar for these orange drinks.

      I remember us falling into the swamp again, and this time, I was more prepared for the feeling. I again saw the swamp around me, and the people I was with falling inside the swamp as I was. We were then alive again in the bar shortly after falling into the swamp.

      I remember something about us having to collect hairpins for some reason? I don't know if we ever did, but I remember it having something to do with our mission.


      ~

      I was with Mike again, but this time, it was just us. We were 15 years old again for some reason, but we knew we had been older before. It was weird.

      We were outside on a sunny day, and Mike wanted to find some booze. I asked him if he wanted beer, liquor, or wine, and proceeded to explain where we could find each of them. I don't remember what he said, but we went to go look.

      We approached this extremely windy tunnel, and Mike had the idea to get out this black umbrella so we could block the wind with it (it was kind of video-gamey here). We opened the umbrella, put it out in front of us to block the wind, and slowly walked through the tunnel. You could see the white wisps of wind around us, again, like you probably would in a video game. We finally made it out to the other side, and the umbrella was tattered and torn. But we made it out!

      Then, we were in some bar, and asked for a bottle of some kind of booze, I can't quite remember which, though I think it was liquor.
      "How old are you?" the bartender asked.
      I had my ID out just in case.
      "15" replied Mike.
      Lolwut. He isn't going to sell it to us now, idiot!
      He then went back to get us our liquor. HUH?!? That should NOT have worked!

      We then saw him getting our liquor, and another male bartender, who was apparently pissed at for some reason, spit inside the bottle before giving it to the original bartender to give to us. Ewww. He then gave us the bottle of liquor. I tried to take a swig of the amber liquor, but it was mostly slimy, like spit. I spit some of it out, and took another. The same thing happened. It rested in my mouth for a second before I decided to swallow it. Just the idea that I had drank someone else's saliva was gross, but I didn't puke or spit it out this time. I guess when you're 15 and you find liquor, you just take what you can get.


      ~

      Weird half-asleep dream this morning.

      I was inside some volcano that was going to erupt the next day; it was inevitable. Spock from Star Trek was building this very small (and when I say small, think a child's playhouse) building out of small, square, crumpled white pieces of paper. I saw many were not squared off, so with my mind, I squared them off. It was all then white wicker instead? Other Star Trek characters were there as well.

      The building was supposed to be sacred, a shrine of some sort. I remember the floor of it being completely wicker, and I remember building a lot of it with my mind, though Spock was supposed to be building it. I then saw Spock with long, straight black hair, and he was sad. He said it was no use, it would be destroyed by the lava from the volcano. The tiny building was complete, save for a roof. He then rolled this white rack over to an opening in the wall of the building
      "These are hangers" he said. I then saw some hangers on top of the rack. I supposed they were for coats or something for people visiting the building. I guess no matter how doomed the building was, he was kind of in denial about it, in a way. He wanted to believe it would be ok, even though he knew it was going to be destroyed.

      Updated 09-04-2012 at 08:08 PM by 32059

      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. Lucid-Meeting My Guide, Seeing a Past Life, and A Window to The Future

      by , 09-03-2012 at 06:10 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was at Jake's apartment. We were in his bedroom playing video games. It was pretty vivid, and I had a feeling I was dreaming. I did a finger count RC. I had been holding up only 4 fingers, but I was counting 5. It's a dream!

      I went over to Jake and said
      "Jake! Guess what?"
      He smiled and replied, equating my enthusiasm,
      "What?"
      "This is a lucid dream!"
      I floated up to the ceiling. How exciting! A very vivid LD!

      I was then in a big room with lots of windows and a couch. The room was bright. I feel like many people were milling about. It sort of reminded me of a building from my old college. With me was an older man. His hair was greying. His presence didn't seem odd. He was just...there with me. I turned to him and asked if he was my guide. He didn't say yes outright, but I listened to his words, and yes was in there, though I can't remember the exact wording. I had never gotten that answer before from any regular DCs.

      He was then sitting on the couch, and I was standing in front of him. I then remembered something I've wanted to know for a long time.
      "Who is that dream character that appears so often in my dreams? The one with the brown hair?"
      There was a person then seated next to him. I don't remember what they looked like before, but they started to morph. They were then an overweight, middle-aged woman with dark, greasy hair pulled back into a ponytail. She couldn't make eye contact with me at all, and was muttering to herself and swaying. I asked my guide if that was my dream character in a past life. He told me yes.

      As I looked at my supposed guide, I noticed he kept looking older and older, hair whitening and more wrinkles carving his face.

      I then went up to a mirror on the wall, and asked to see what Chris, an ex and old friend, was up to. I don't know what made me want to do this. I was going to create a portal, but I ended up creating a "window" on the mirror instead by tracing a circle with my fingers. The area inside the traced circle ended up turning black at first, and then, I could see this area inside a building. It was by a staircase; the floor and the stairs was a dark, finished wood. I thought I saw Chris walking around amongst the people there. I'm not really sure exactly what I was seeing, but I know Chris was there somewhere. For some reason, I felt like I was looking into the future.


      Wow...just wow. This. This was amazing. I have a feeling that the old man was actually my repeating dream character, but I'm not positive. Some of the details have since been lost, but I feel like that was implied, though I'm not positive.

      Still...wow. I'm simply amazed.

      Updated 09-03-2012 at 06:12 PM by 32059

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    7. Odd Fragments

      by , 09-02-2012 at 04:16 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was with my mom and brother outside a weird, cartoony house somewhere, though I'm not sure where. For some reason, I was really mad at both of them. It had something to do with the job I had in the dream, though I can't remember what the job was. I was crying and screaming at them irrationally with my mouth full of beans and mashed potatoes. I remember spewing some little crumbs out as I did so.

      ~

      Something about watching these sex acts between guys and girls and also girls and girls. It was like it was happening to someone else as I watched, but it was indirectly happening to me? Like someone else and I were "getting away" with it. I remember we getting in my car in the parking lot at this outdoor mall we have, and getting stopped by cops. They talked to us through my open windows as we sat in the parking lot. We somehow were doing something illegal, though I'm not sure what. We talked our way out of it, and apparently had many times before, but I knew they were probably on to us.

      ~

      I was with Jake (maybe?) at my house. We were collecting items...some of the sex dream from before somehow had something to do with this dream. Collecting the items had something to do with the sex acts. I remember running and jumping to get this brown paper three-pointed hat from atop a very tall shelf. Apparently, no one else could get this.
      "Did you get it?" Jake asked.
      I uncurled my fingers, and the hat was all crumbled in my hand, but would be just fine if I uncrumpled it. It wasn't ruined or anything.
      "Yup!" I responded.


      Not a very restful night of sleep last night, sadly. -_-
      Tags: anger, cop, hat, sex
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. Band Sleepover Frag, and The Murderer

      by , 09-01-2012 at 04:10 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was in marching band again. We were having some sort of sleepover. It was nighttime, and we were in a house. Next to me was this girl that looked like someone who was in band with me in waking life, Nancy. She was a freshman and I was an upperclassman. For whatever reason, I had taken her under my wing, so to speak.

      She asked me to pull a wedgie for her? I said ok, and she leaned forward, exposing the top of her panties. I noticed she was wearing two pairs of underwear, one peachy/skin-toned, and the other a bluish-green.
      "This one?" I asked as I tugged the peachy one.
      "Yes."
      I pulled on it.

      More happened in this dream, but I can't recall what right now.


      ~

      I was in bed with JP. It was nighttime. We were in what looked like a hotel, but it was supposed to be at a school. We were both students. I'm not sure why we were in the same bed, there was another bed in the room but it was occupied I believe. I suppose it was like a dorm or something. The bed was next to a big window, with J being on the window side and I on the other. The window showed that we were on a higher floor, I think, and you could see trees and lights from buildings.

      As we were laying in bed, he was saying something about my birthday being the next night, and how he was going to give me "birthday sex". I don't remember what I said. I wasn't really thrilled at the prospect, but this guy was scary (and is in waking life as well).

      The next night, on my birthday apparently, I stayed in another part of the dorm/hotel. I was worried that JP would get upset because of this, but I didn't want to stay there with him. I then had this huge "flashback" of the college years ago, when a dead woman was found in an indoor pool, stabbed to death. They had to remove the body before they had a funeral service. I then made the terrible connection: JP was the killer from years ago. He was assuming a fake name at the college, the name James Holmes (the Batman movie killer from Colorado).

      I knew I couldn't stay. I was in him and I's room, and the light was dim; nighttime again, but there was a lamp that was on on the nightstand. Someone called him and angered him. When he got off the phone, we were then in the living area, and a man appeared from a doorway, looking panicked and concerned. JP went and stabbed a man in the chest. I was sitting on the couch, watching in horror. He came to me then, and carefully chose a short, fat knife from the many knives that he had, all the while talking to me in a cool, calculated, heartless manner. I tried to back away, but he had me. He stabbed me in the lower left chest, but not too deeply, since I was resisting. I felt the pain as he cut me.

      Then, it was like the scene was being replayed, only differently. We were in the room again, and his phone started to ring. I spotted a brown spider crawling on the floor with spindly, long legs. I got up to leave the room, and JP said
      "You better not leave, this phone call may make me angry." I left anyway as he got on the phone.

      I went to the living area and across the room to another door. I barged in and my parents were asleep in the bed there. My mom's head was facing the head of the bed, but my dad was sleeping opposite of her, with his head at the foot of the bed. I shook my dad first saying "Wake up! Wake up!" as I moved on to shake my mother. My mom woke up, and I frantically explained the situation. In the back of my mind, though, I knew we were doomed. She got out of bed, I'm not sure if she said anything. My dad was the only one of us there with the means to defend, and I could not wake him up. I kept trying, but to no avail. I then left the room and ran out the front door as fast as I could. I could run to the lights of the city, or the sparse, dim lights of some homes to my left. I went towards the homes, figuring he wouldn't be able to see me with the dim light. I tried to frantically think of what to do. Should I head to a house and try to knock until someone answered? Or should I run out to the woods? Either way, I felt doomed.


      I awoke this morning being quite afraid still, the feelings carrying over from the dream to my waking self. I'm still calming down, and it's been over an hour since I woke up.

      Updated 09-01-2012 at 07:04 PM by 32059

      Categories
      dream fragment , non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    9. How I Met Your Mother In My House, and Being Asked Out

      by , 08-31-2012 at 04:59 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was in my kitchen, and an episode of "How I Met Your Mother" was going on in my house, though the only two characters involved were Barney and Lily. I was somehow involved too.

      The plot was weird, it was like Barney thought Lily was going to sleep with him or something, and something about him thinking I was going to sleep with him, I don't know, I can't quite recall. We were in my room, and Barney and Lily were arguing about something, probably Lily sleeping with him.

      Then, we were in the kitchen, and around the same thing was going on. I was somehow involved, but I'm not sure how anymore.

      I was then upstairs, on the couch in the bonus room, cleaning my pipe. So much resin was coming out, it was disgusting. There was tons of it, way more than any pipe or really any kind of smoking apparatus could hold, and it was all formed into these big, stinky, sticky balls. I then started pulling it out of my mouth; there was so much of it, it was really just nasty. There ended up being so much of it, I had a giant trash bag full of it, PLUS a mostly clear tupperwear container with some in it.

      I was trying to get all this done without my mom noticing. I went downstairs, and noticed there was resin all over my fuzzy black and white socks, like in big sticky rings around them. I was trying to get it all off, but it was like bubblegum and stretching and sticking to me. I finally got it off of me somehow, before anyone really noticed. I could smell its nasty smell on myself.

      I then remember my mom yelling for me from my room. She seemed angry. We were moving, and I guess she found or noticed something.
      "Hold on!" I yelled back, exasperatedly.

      I was then hauling the trash bag and the tupperwear container downstairs and to the garage. I was going to throw it out; I don't need this nasty mess.

      I set it down in the garage, which is where Lily and Barney were now located. My dresser was down there too. Lily pulled my pipe out of the dresser. I don't remember really what she said about it. I think the "episode" of How I Met Your Mother that was going on in my house was concluding. I still had a part in it, and I think it had to do with me sleeping with Barney, but I cannot remember.

      I then remember walking past my room and seeing it being very empty. The window looked bigger for some reason. I think my mom was over by the window. She didn't say anything.

      Then, I was in another room, a cluttered bedroom, in another house. A guy I went to high school and college with, David, was there. He was always kind of a quiet, quirky kid. Anyway, I was cleaning some things up off the floor with my back turned to David, and he asked me
      "Krista? Would you like to go on a date to Chuck-E-Bitch's, I mean Chuck-E-Cheese's, on Saturday?"
      He was a little flustered from the mistake he made, but I giggled a little because I thought it was adorable. I then remembered seeing one of his Facebook updates that said "I'm going to ask a girl out", or something of that nature.
      I don't remember what I said immediately, but I was debating it in my head. I didn't see a reason not to go, simply because he's a very nice guy and deserved a chance, but I kept thinking I had something to do on Saturday, though I couldn't remember what.

      I then had to leave the room for a minute, I don't know why, but I said to David,
      "I'll be right back, David."
      I was smiling, and still trying to think of what I had to do on Saturday.

      I don't think I ever actually saw David's face, just his legs and his torso.


      I didn't even watch How I Met Your Mother last night before bed, and I dreamed about it. Sigh. I watch too much Netflix.

      Updated 08-31-2012 at 05:04 PM by 32059

      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. Possible Lymphoma, A Beautiful House, and Beheading Knives

      by , 08-30-2012 at 04:06 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was at the doctor's with Jake. We were getting tests done. The room was white, and I was sitting on the white table, and a female doctor came in. She told me she had reason to think I had lymphoma. She then gave me this sample cup with some transparent red liquid in it. It was a home test for lymphoma that I was supposed to mix with urine to get the results.

      I was then at home, and debating on whether or not I should tell my mom, or anyone for that matter. In the dream, it wasn't as much of a death sentence as it is in waking life, but still wasn't good news to hear. I didn't want to tell anyone yet, not till I knew for sure, anyway.

      I went into the bathroom, and pulled down my pants to pee in the cup. In my panties was this note saying something along the lines of since my er...vaginal discharge was still wet after a certain amount of time, I had lymphoma. Gross, I know. I was then holding some magenta, heart-shaped pad. I wasn't sure what to do with it, so I think I threw it out and peed in the cup.

      I then sat the cup with the pee and red liquid on the bathroom counter. It was still red; nothing had changed. Hmm...that must be a good thing, right?

      I then saw a clear plastic bag on the counter that the cup had come in. It had a dropper in it, and instructions saying how to exactly conduct the test. If the test was positive, the red solution in the cup would turn green. Apparently, I had screwed that one up by peeing directly in the cup. It also said something about putting that magenta, heart-shaped pad in my underwear and wearing it for a certain amount of time. Oops.

      I then took a big swig of pure urine, where I got it, I'm not sure, since I had peed only in the red liquid. It was warm and disgusting. I spit it out.

      I was then freaking out to someone about lymphoma.
      "Am I going to lose my hair?!" I panicked.
      I don't remember the response, I think it was something like "not necessarily."

      I then was posting a question about it on some forum, I think it was DV but I'm not sure, but instead of referring to it as lymphoma, I referred to it as "schuza". Lolwut.


      ~

      My family and I were house shopping (IWL we are selling our house here and moving to another state). We were looking at a beautiful, huge house. It was so big, it was like a maze. My mom and I were walking around, going in at out of beautiful rooms. We walked into this one room with a very nice bathroom.
      "I want this room!" I said. I was so excited!
      Then we went into another room, and the bathroom had a HUGE, beautiful shower. The shower was white, and glassed-in, with different "stations" in it for washing.
      "No, I want this one!" I said. I've always had a thing for nice showers (true IWL).
      The room also had a little "nook" where a twin bed sat. On the other side of the nook sat another twin bed. I thought that was the coolest thing! I wanted it so bad, but I have a queen-sized bed, and there was only enough room for a twin. Oh well, if I had this room, I could use the nook for other things.
      I really hoped my parents bought this house. It was so wonderful.

      We continued to explore the house and its endless rooms. There were big and small rooms, so many to choose from for bedrooms!


      ~

      I was outside in the driveway with my mom. There were other people there as well, people that my mom didn't like. One was a little boy with dark hair and a bowl cut. My mom was saying how much I didn't like him and how annoying he was. She said I should behead all of the people there because they were annoying. I then had a sword in my hand. I didn't want to kill, I never want to kill, no matter how much I'm "annoyed".

      Then, the child laid on the ground. His head was then a knife blade, with a very small space between the blade and the body that was supposed to be the neck. I knew I needed to do it for some reason, as much as I abhored the idea, and the fact that I have a strange phobia of blood. In one swipe, I cleanly severed the "head", and blood oozed out. The driveway was then carpet, and I was afraid the blood would stain.

      I then had to do it again to five or so other people. Their heads were knives also, and in one swipe, I cleanly severed them. Blood oozed out. I told my mom I did it, and she was proud of me. She didn't think I could do it. The only thing she said I was supposed to do that I didn't was slowly stab the first person in the head with a steak knife so they would suffer. I said no, I would not do that. If I had to kill these people, I would make it quick and painless.

      The blood stains and the bodies were then gone, and we were in the house. We started to hear what sounded like the tornado siren. We went outside, and the sky was clear and blue. We stood in the driveway and looked over the house in the opposite direction, and saw this big, strange cloud moving quickly towards us. It was sparkling. It was really weird.

      I then heard my mom say something to her friend Lisa, who wasn't there with us, but maybe on the phone? She said
      "I said to paint i's, not eyes!"
      The sparkles on the clouds then appeared to be eyes.
      "Oh! I guess I'll have to redo it then!" said Lisa's disembodied voice.


      ~

      I was laying on the couch in the living room with Jake, watching TV. It was dark in the room save for the TV, and nighttime outside. Jake was cuddling with me. He was spending the night, and we were sleeping on the couch. I then heard someone come in the back door, and thought he probably wouldn't be able to stay now since someone else was home. Oh well. I was so tired, I was gonna just fall asleep despite the fact that Jake was probably about to be told to go home. Maybe they wouldn't notice us in here.

      So yeah...the first dream and the second to last were kind of fucked up. O_O

      Also, I wonder why I keep dreaming about Jake? We dated for awhile, and though we aren't anymore, we are still friends. But he has been in so many dreams lately. Odd.

      Updated 08-30-2012 at 04:10 PM by 32059

      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. An Odd Assignment, An Old-School Game, and a Crazy Elevator Ride

      by , 08-29-2012 at 03:22 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was at what looked exactly like Jake's apartment with a bunch of other people, including my friend Rachel, and one of my old teachers from college, Mr. H. Apparently, it was some sort of class.

      Mr. H told us all to go around the apartment and memorize as many items that were there as we could "in order", whatever that meant. We all then started, and I stuck by Rachel. We named off all these items as we all scattered across the apartment. I remember seeing a lot of vegetables in the kitchen area. The one I specifically remember is cucumbers for some reason. I named off other items in my head, talking to Rachel about them. Everyone seemed excited.

      We only had a short amount of time to do this. Mr. H soon called us back, and we all sat on the couch in the living room (even the couch was the exact same as in Jake's apartment). He gave us worksheets, and we had to name off the items we remembered "in order", and answer some other questions about them. I had been trying to remember all the items I encountered, beginning with the first one, but I started to get confused, and just wrote down each of the individual vegetables and some other random things. That question was actually closer to the bottom of the worksheet.

      I noticed that others were having little to no trouble remembering the items; one girl even had over 500 items listed, I think the exact number was 534. Many were already turning in their assignments, which Mr. H was grading right away, and they were getting good grades. I know at least one person got a 100.

      I think I was the last to finish the assignment. I felt like I wasn't going to do very well. I turned it in to Mr. H, who was sitting on a kitchen chair in the living room, close to the door. I sat down in another kitchen chair close to him and waited. He gave my paper back shortly, and it said 54 on the top. Great. I got a 54. And everyone else is musing about their awesome 100s and such. Ugh, I feel like a complete idiot.

      But then, Mr. H pointed something out to me. There was some weird, small white sign between us with a red number on it. There was the number 119 written over the 54. I guess I got a 119. Um...yeah, I can live with that, that's awesome as fuck, but wtf?


      ~

      I was sitting outside my front door on the red brick stairs that lead up to it. It was sunny and nice outside; a great day. I want to say it was morning, actually. A small calico cat came up to me, and I started to pet her. She was so sweet! I was talking to her, saying she was adorable and such, and then I looked to my right, and there was a cop just sitting there, in his uniform, drinking a mug of coffee (I'm pretty sure it was coffee). He looked fairly young and had short dark brown hair and a mustache. Internally, I freaked out at first, then realized I had absolutely nothing to hide, nothing to freak out about. He looked at me. He looked content and relaxed with a happy look about his face, though not overly so. He said something about the cat's owner, whom I think was actually him.

      Then, I was playing this PC game that I used to play when I was a kid.
      I'm going to break from the dream for a second to explain the actual game. It was one of the first online games I ever played. It had come with this other game I had, some game from the "Jump-Start" series of PC games. I want to say the game was called Knowledge Land. You "walk" (slide) around a coarse 3-D world with other players with an avatar, the most common avatar being a mouse. You earned other avatars, such as tigers and even humans, by collecting different types of cards, some of which you earned by going into this cave thing and answering questions that this computer asked you, and some of which you could just pick up off the ground.

      Anyway, I was playing that for some reason, and I felt like I was a little old for it, and the game was waaay outdated, so I would more than likely be the only person playing it. But I was wrong, there were others playing. I was friends on there with some guy with a Japanese-type robot avatar. The game in the dream had the same idea as the real Knowledge Land, but it was very different graphic-wise; there was a more extensive 3-D world, and you could move about it more freely. I was helping the robot guy with something, though I can't remember what.

      Then, I was in an elevator with Andy, I think Jase, and some other guys. They were holding up these Star Wars t-shirts to their bodies, showing them off since they had just bought them. They were excited about them. I commented on Andy's, saying it was really cool.

      Then, the elevator started to move down very quickly, and I started to freak out a little because I was floating up towards the ceiling from the speed we were traveling. Everyone else seemed to be grounded but me. They were holding onto some railing I think. I was commenting on it to them. I then thought about curling into a fetal position as I usually do in these dreams with the elevator (a fairly common theme for me), but I started trying to get a handle on the handrail so I could stay put, even though I actually started to really enjoy the floating.

      The elevator then started moving in other directions, like forward and down hills and stuff.
      "Wooo!" I said, "It's like a roller coaster!"
      I was having fun. I could even see out these windows that were now in the elevator. We were being carried on this rail that was above us. There was water around I believe, and we were traveling through a building. I remember seeing lots of metal bars.

      We finally stopped and got off the elevator. I think we were in some sort of parking garage.


      ~

      I had another dream this morning, but I can't remember it right now.

      Updated 08-29-2012 at 04:10 PM by 32059

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    12. Lots of FAs and (Some Explicit) Lucidity!

      by , 08-28-2012 at 03:20 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was with my friend Leigh, though I don't remember where, it was somewhere weird. We were looking at these colorful patterns on the wall. We had to choose from them for something. I kept thinking they reminded me of spirographs, but they weren't spirally at all; most were, in fact, star patterns. I told Leigh the ones I liked, which included some light blue shooting stars, some circle with a rainbow on the top, and I can't remember the last one. She didn't like the first one I picked, and so she told me the ones she liked. We both liked the one with the rainbow, and I think she said she liked the last one I picked as well.

      ~

      I was in my room, and MK was there. She went into my closet to look for something, I'm not sure what, but she sounded upset about it; she said something in a whiny, sad voice. She knelt down at this old wooden toy box I have in there where I used to keep my pipe. I didn't want her to smell it, though it didn't really matter because she knows I occasionally smoke, but I rushed over and sat on the toy box anyway, and said something to her about whatever she was upset about.

      I guess I must have left the closet at some point, because the next thing I knew, I was standing in my room again, and I figured out I was dreaming. I wondered if MK was still there. I went over to the closet, and before I opened it, I said I wanted Ray to be in there. I concentrated on that for a minute, then opened the closet door.
      "Ray?", I said. Nothing. He wasn't there. Neither was MK.
      But my closet had all these pretty dresses that weren't there before. I remember a poofy, prom-ish looking, sparkly light blue dress, and a small white halter dress with a big sparkly black belt around the waist. I really liked that one!


      False awakening. I couldn't sleep, so I just decided to get up. I went to the computer, and my friend from Ireland, Ray, had messaged me on Skype.

      Or had he? I thought I could see I had a couple of messages from him when I had been laying in bed, like maybe "Good morning" or something, but there wasn't really a message there. Maybe I should just go back to bed.

      Laying in bed again, and I hear what sounds like a phone ringing (from the caller's end), and I rushed over to the computer. When I had went to lay down again, I had accidentally hit something to video chat with Ray. His face popped up in a thumbnail by his messages.
      "Oh shit!" I said as I covered my mouth, "I accidentally video called you! I look awful!"
      He didn't say anything, and I was trying to avoid looking right at the camera or his face.
      "I'll be right back, I'm going to go make a cup of coffee."
      I catch a glimpse of his face. The camera showed a side view of him at the computer. He was smiling. He looked kinda like another guy I know in waking life named Levi. I thought that as I walked off to go downstairs and make coffee.

      When I got downstairs, I went to the Keurig carousel for some coffee. It was full; I guess my mom had gone to the store before she left for Wisconsin. I looked at all the different coffees, and noticed she had accidentally gotten decaf. It was some kind of decaf vanilla coffee I had never seen before. I looked at the other coffees. I picked one and put it in the machine.

      I then looked at the refrigerator, and had a feeling I was dreaming again. I looked at some advertisement that was magnetted to the fridge, looked away, and looked back again, and the words had changed. I can't remember what they said. I kept doing that and the words kept changing. I was so amused, I was reading the new phrases aloud as they changed, kind of narrating what was going on.

      I then went back upstairs and decided I needed to go fly. I walked into the bonus room and to the two big windows at the far end. The couch was still there (we got rid of it recently in waking life), so I climbed it and started to try to break the window by ramming my body into it. I was met with very realistic resistance. So I tried it again and again. I had a vague feeling of being trapped, and that it was my subconscious telling me something. I kept ramming the window until it finally gave. Parts of it broke, but the window itself tumbled to the concrete below. I watched it fall and shatter.

      I then stepped outside. It was a nice, sunny day. In the dream, there was some roof there for me to stand on (not so in waking life). I started to wonder if I was really dreaming, or if this was real and I was losing my mind. I thought about people who confuse dreams with reality. So I decided to try to hover a little before I flew. I kept jumping up and down with less-than-promising results. I did know that I was dreaming, though. I didn't worry too much about all that after the initial "Holy shit I'm going to have to pay for that window and get locked up in the loony bin" moment.

      I then had another false awakening. I was laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, but I knew I was dreaming immediately this time. I actually had a ton of FAs, a lot more than I can really remember other than me waking up and losing the dream again. This seems to happen to me quite often in LDs--if I have one FA, you can bet I'll probably have more.

      I then was at the bottom of the stairs, trying to think of how I could properly spend this LD. I wanted to have a deep, spiritual experience, but I didn't know how to induce it. I kept thinking I had to slow my breathing down and really calm my mind, but I felt my waking body breathing, and it didn't feel like I was able to take in enough oxygen, even though I was breathing through my mouth. I tried to concentrate on getting in touch with my inner self (or "higher self", whichever you prefer), which is one of my lucid goals, one that I think will be very beneficial if I can properly implement it.

      Then, I felt the buzzing of SP, and my vision turned to some hypnogogia. I then was having yet another FA in my bed.

      I didn't know what to do with all this lucid time. So I decided to get down and dirty and have sex with Ray. If you want to read the explicit details,
      Spoiler for explicit content:


      Then I finally woke up.

      And all I have to say now is hot damn. Probably the best sex dream I've ever had.

      Updated 08-28-2012 at 06:48 PM by 32059

      Tags: closet, sex, window
      Categories
      false awakening , memorable , dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid
    13. A Machete to The Thumb, And Various Odd Happenings In My Room

      by , 08-27-2012 at 04:08 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was somewhere with my mom. We were inside, and I remember the colors being bright tones of purple, blue, and there was some darker red in there. She was showing me how to cut things with a machete. I don't like knives or things like that, it's kind of an irrational fear I posses in waking life, and apparently in my dreams too. I wasn't really too scared though, more just worried that she would slip up and hurt me. I kept thinking that a machete blade was so sharp, it would slice at the slightest contact.

      My mom was showing me some way to cut where you threw it in the air and it would come back down. When she did that, it grazed my left thumb. It didn't hurt, and I looked at my thumb and didn't notice anything immediately weird, but then I saw a slight line that went all around the pad of my thumb. I told my mom I needed to go to the hospital right away. I touched the cut part of my thumb, and it was barely attached. It then started to ooze some blood out the sides of the cut. Then I noticed the pain. I held the piece of my thumb to the rest of it, worried it would fall off and I wouldn't be able to save it. I knew there was a time limit on reattaching digits and limbs, and I wasn't about to let that piece of my thumb go.

      We were then at the hospital, which had the same color scheme as wherever we were before, and we went up to the counter. I was holding my thumb, and telling the ER nurse that we needed to get in quick. I hoped she thought it was enough of an emergency to send us back right away.

      Thankfully, she did. We were sent back, and my mom told me that they would put this clear gel stuff around the cut that would "dissolve part of the nerve". I thought they were going to kill my thumb, but I think it was designed to seal the wound quickly, kinda like a heavy-duty liquid band-aid.

      I sat down, and a man with messy brown hair that was a bit shorter than mine and a mustache sat across from me and started to doctor my thumb. I couldn't watch as he lined the cut with the gel. My mom was sitting to my right getting the same thing done by a woman doctor I think. She didn't have a cut though, so I wasn't sure why she was doing it. Oh well.

      When the doctors were done, we got up. My mom showed me the veins in her wrist, and how the medicine was causing some of them to look a white-ish clear color. I then put my wrist out and noticed the same thing. Apparently, that was a normal reaction to the medicine.

      I looked at my thumb, and it looked like it was healing well enough. No blood, and I could barely see the cut anymore. Then, I saw my cat underneath a kitchen table and some chairs, and she was messing with something that apparently was supposed to be my thumb, but looked nothing like it. It was this small white thing, maybe it was the cat's paw or something. At any rate, part of it came off, and some string thing extended from it, like that's what was holding it together. I then saw that the pad of my thumb has fallen off, leaving an indention where it had been before. Well crap, that sucks. I accepted it, however, since there really wasn't anything else I could do about it. I examined the thumb, and it looked like someone had just scooped a bit from the middle. It still had the lines and creases of a fingerprint. I felt alright about it, I knew it was something I just had to get used to.


      ~

      I was in my room, and my mom came in and started to look through my stuff since the people painting our house had to do something in my room (IWL we are having the house painted). I went into my closet and watched her do it, hoping she wouldn't get into my top dresser drawer where my pipe was. She then headed over there and asked something about the dresser. My POV then switched to me being behind the dresser. She started to open the drawer, and I ran out and shut it, saying
      "You don't want to look in there. Please don't look in there."
      She didn't argue or anything, she just opened another drawer instead.

      Then, I remember walking out of Peck Hall, a building at my old college, and I was with some other people, my friend JT being one of them. He had his arm around me. In front of me, I saw the back of a girl in a cute black sun dress with grayish flowers on it. She was wearing a headband in her straight blonde hair. It looked just like my good friend Kacey, whom in waking life moved away to another town last year. I asked JT if it was Kacey, and he said no. I knew it couldn't have been anyway. We kept walking.


      ~

      I remember a brief fragment about Gabriel texting me saying he was busy or something.

      ~

      I was in my room again, looking at some painting that The Sandman apparently did, of an Indian girl getting fucked by a white dude on my bed by the closet...I could hear him explaining it to me. It wasn't his original plan to paint that, he had just started to paint a hand on the closet door, and he was inspired to paint two people fucking. Lolwut.

      Then, there was some weird black contraption in my room. It was a dolly that the painters were using to carry packages or heavy loads, but at first I thought it was a weird sex toy. I touched something that protruded from the center, which I assumed was used for, well, sexual purposes. Hmm...interesting. I then saw the wheels and realized what it really was.

      I then saw this guy laying on the floor next to this girl I had some classes with in waking life named Natalie. At least I think it was her. Anyway, she was giving this guy shot after shot in the leg, right where it bends, a little below the side of the knee. They were supposed to be steroid shots or something. Natalie was giving the shots like a professional nurse would. They were talking as she gave him the shots. I said something about my mom getting steroid shots in her shoulders for her pain. He would occasionally say it hurt, but they would keep talking.

      She finally finished giving him shots. I have no idea how many he gave her; it was quite a few. I saw the part of his leg that was getting the shots was slightly swollen in the spots the needles had gone in.


      I finally got to sleep last night after struggling for hours to do so. I take ambien to sleep now, and I guess I've built up a tolerance, or this batch just sucks. Either way, it's not helping me sleep right now. I had to take an allergy pill to even have any hope I would fall asleep, which I obviously finally did after sitting up half the night watching documentaries on Netflix. Hoping that a visit to the doctor will straighten out the sleeping meds problem. I do eventually need to get off the Ambien, and I will once my life slows down a bit.

      Updated 08-27-2012 at 04:37 PM by 32059

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    14. A Measly Frag Thanks to Insomnia

      by , 08-26-2012 at 10:14 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      All I can recall is walking through a parking lot outside of what reminded me of this Mexican restaurant I frequented in high school.

      I barely slept at all last night...damn you, insomnia! Screwing up my dreaming endeavors.
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    15. Random Jake Dreams, and Meeting My Pen Pal In Person

      by , 08-25-2012 at 02:51 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      Finally, some good recall again!

      I was with Jake. I can't quite remember where.

      Then, I was sitting at my desk putting a baggie with a tiny piece of a marijuana bud in it in an envelope for my friend, Grace (who doesn't smoke in waking life). I was going to mail it to her. I felt like I had mailed marijuana before and it wasn't a big problem (yeah, I'm not dumb enough to do this in waking life).

      I then was walking through what was supposed to be a high school or something. I was still with Jake. I then saw my reflection in something we walked past, not a mirror but a very reflective surface, and I looked quite a bit different. My hair was short and straight and styled in a bouffant fashion. I was wearing a short skirt, red I think, but I don't remember what kind of top I was wearing. I looked at it for a second as we walked by.

      I again saw my reflection, and it looked the same as before, bouffant hairdo and all.

      Then, we were walking through a garage, still at the school apparently, and I was smoking a cigarette. As we walked up the stairs to the door to exit the garage, I flicked the butt behind me, not watching where it landed. My dad was then walking with me, and commented on the stink of the cigarettes (apparently lots of people smoked here).


      ~

      I was going to Jake's. I went into his apartment, and immediately thought that the locks had been changed for the new roommates moving in, and I didn't have the new key. Oh well.

      I walked through the apartment, which looked much different than in waking life. I remember walking past a cabinet with these two new, gold locks on it. On the living room couch were his two new roommates, two college guys. I remember one having a very short black mohawk and being shirtless. I don't remember what they were doing, I think they were just drinking soda or something. They didn't even seem to notice as I walked in.

      I then went to Jake's room. It was super messy, and he was sleeping on what looked like a cot in the middle of the mess, kind of close to the door. I woke him up and said something about his new roommates.


      ~

      There are some fragments that I can't really place.

      One, I was watching something on TV in my room with my mom, when the bouffant girl that was supposed to be me in the last dream came on TV. I got excited and told her about the dream. She smiled and got excited too (lol she wouldn't get excited in waking life).

      Another was of me driving topless. I felt exposed. Why the hell was I driving topless?

      I then remember something about seeing my old cat, Pounce, or at least a cat that looked just like her. This triggered lucidity, and I looked at my hands to stabalize, but I immediately lost it and went into a non-lucid dream.


      ~

      I got a text from my pen pal, Gabriel, whom in waking life I've never met in person, and who lives in another state. It said
      "Wanna get a drink?"
      I hadn't realized he had texted me; it had been about 30-45 minutes since he had asked me. I got really excited and I told him yes, but he didn't answer right away. It was kinda late too, like 8:30pm or so.

      So I got online and ordered some ticket to some bar in Franklin, the town he lived in in the dream. I then somehow had the small white ticket. It looked like a ticket to a movie.

      I was then in the kitchen at my house, My mom was then telling me how she wanted me to help her with something. I told her I wasn't going to be coming home that night. She asked why, and I said I was going to go get a drink.

      I realized that he never answered my text. I then called him, and he picked up on the first ring. I was a little nervous about talking to him.
      "Hello?" he said.
      "Hey."
      "Hey."
      "I do want to get a drink."
      That's about all I remember of the conversation, though I'm sure there was more. I felt more at ease as we talked. His voice was soft and deep; comforting.
      I think he texted me his address.

      I then left. It was dark, obviously, since it was late. I only had about an hour and a half to drive (only 30 min. away in waking life).

      I was then at his place. We went into his room, and he was talking to me as he went through some stuff on his bed. He had already bought this six pack of hard lemonade-type drinks. So I guess we were drinking at his place. His apartment seemed a little messy, but it wasn't bad. He had short black hair, looked youthful, and was a little shorter than the average guy. He actually would later in the dream remind me of someone I'm acquainted with in waking life, Tony.

      I sat down at a desk chair, and we started on our hard lemonades. We were talking, having a good time, feeling each other out since we'd never actually met in person. I was a little skeptical just because I felt like I kinda rushed into getting drinks with him, but he seemed gentle, nice, and genuine.

      At one point we were talking about the lemonades. He was already on his second, and I was still on my first, though it was almost gone.

      I then fell asleep. I woke up, and didn't see Gabriel. I went to the bag the six pack was in, but all the lemonades were gone. I guess I had been out long enough for Gabriel to drink the rest.

      My mom then came in and did or said something, I can't remember, but I thought it was insane that she even knew where I was, that she even knew his address. Weird.

      Then, Gabriel came back in with a bunch more booze. He pulled out amber liquor and beer, which was the same color. I started to open one up, but realized it was liquor, so I started to open up another, smaller bottle instead. I actually wasn't sure if it was liquor or beer or something else altogether, but I poured it into a glass and started to drink it. The flavor wasn't bad, though it tasted muted for some reason. I could taste the slight bitterness, but it was fine.

      Then, we were talking again, I think I mentioned something about my mom coming over. I was a little tipsy, but mostly I think I was just tired. Gabriel started talking to some of his friends, whom I think were supposed to be his band. They were looking at instruments that were in what now seemed to be a mixture of Gabriel's place and a music store. This is the part where I really thought he looked like Tony. He made hand gesture to his mouth to tell the guys we were drinking. The next thing I remember, they were gone.

      At some point, I noticed his bed. It was a queen with old, dusty, worn-looking white bedding. I thought it would be perfect to share with him.

      I then took too big a sip of my alcohol. I let it sit in my mouth for a second, afraid to swallow cause I didn't want to puke, but sucked it up and did it anyway. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it was just fine.

      I feel like my mom was there again. Someone was, anyway, and I was laying on my stomach on a bed or something. Gabriel then put his hand on my back. A big smile painted my face. His touch was so gentle and soft. I trusted him a lot more then.

      Finally, Gabriel said he was going to go to bed. I asked him if he wanted me to stay or go.
      "Ummm..." He was thinking.


      I then was woken up to hearing my neighbor call their dog.
      "Sawyer!!!"

      Oddly, in the last dream, I think part of me knew it was a dream. I didn't want to wake up, and I remember looking at my hands trying to keep the dream, but I wasn't actively lucid. It was just "in the back of my head" or something. I dunno. Either way, I'm not going to classify it as lucid.

      Updated 08-25-2012 at 06:17 PM by 32059

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