Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was looking into some room, it looked like a dressing room. In the corner of my vision, I saw a little picture of 2 cartoonified bears, one in a red box and one in a green, each with gauges in the boxes, again, one red and one green. The red one kept filling up and the bear kept getting angry, while the green one stayed calm. Then they switched places.

Then, I was looking in the mirror of the dressing room, shaving my face...I thought I was shaving my upper lip, but I looked again, and I was shaving my cheek (weird). I could see the detail of the stubble. Then, I dragged the razor over my upper lip and a clump of hairs came out.

Then, I was in my room, sitting on my bed. Two young women walked into the room. They were about my age, maybe a little older. Something clicked in my head, and I realized I was dreaming. Everything became vivid for a second, then started to darken again. I said to the women:

"Hey! This is a dream! I'm dreaming!"

They looked at me with these confused smiles on their faces. I stared to fly up through the ceiling, and everything went black. Then, I was back on my bed and the girls were still in the room. I told them I'd prove to them it was a dream, and took each one by the hand and tried to fly with them. I hovered, but they stayed put because I could not lift them. I let go of their hands and went up through the ceiling again. This time, the ceiling turned transparent, and there was a duplicate of my room above me. Then, it turned into a blue space, with water upside down on the ceiling. I splashed into the water, exited, and then repeated that a few times.

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I was at some geisha training thing with Kacey, who was apparently very skilled at the art. Though it wasn't typical geisha training...it was a mixture of ballet and gymnastics. I'm pretty sure we were outside. I was with a big group of girls, and there were two courses to take: the easy one, which I don't remember what the training for that was, and the hard one, which was a gymnastics beam, and we had to learn how to walk over it in different ways. We tried out, and I was picked for the beam training, the one that Kacey had taken. There was a very strict man teaching the course. He showed us what he wanted us to do on the beam, and it was some weird jump thing...I can't explain it. I told Kacey I couldn't do that because my legs were too short, so she told me to roll across the beam instead.

For some reason, during the 2nd lesson, I sat out with another girl who was on the other training course. I watched both training courses from the picnic table I was sitting at. My feet were aching from the training. I felt like I was going to be very behind when I went back to the training since I was sitting out on the lesson.

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I was looking at a black woman's Facebook page. She looked like a woman who frequents the coffee shop I work at. Her picture was of her standing up with a huge smile on her face. I read the posts on her wall, and they were all very inspirational. Apparently, she was very well-liked. After every wall post, the woman wrote back "Thank you!". I remember one wall post saying something like "Her house is at the end of the street!", but she meant it in a symbolic way, it's hard to explain. It's like her house was the be all end all, it was the end of sadness, something along those lines.

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I think we were in a hotel. I remember seeing all these Barney the Dinosaur stickers, all stuck together, that said "Don't do drugs!". I pulled the stickers apart as I watched a TV program, but I don't remember what I did with them.

Then, I had apparently stolen 3 car motors, and was driving away from the mall with them. I felt guilty about stealing them. I can't even remember why I needed them.

I also remember asking my brother about my 2 closets that I apparently had in the dream. Something about clean clothes being in one, and one of them was locked. I remember answering my own question.

Then, I saw a picture of my brother, taken by my dad. My brother was sitting on his knees on the dry, dirt ground, and he was looking up at the camera, neither smiling nor frowning. He looked like he was longing for something. You could see my dad's feet in the picture.

I really need to do something in my LDs other than fly through the ceiling. I always think of all these awesome things to do in them when I'm awake, but I rarely remember to do them in the dream. Grr.