Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid - AP

All I remember from this dream is that I was talking to two guys about shared dreaming, or something about dream interpretation. I was asking them some questions. I felt like they had some sort of authority on the subject.

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I made some weird apple drink. It looked just like apple juice. I made it in one of the tall, clear glasses we use at work for our cold drinks. I put it in a bag to take with me wherever I was going. I thought the drink was going to taste amazing. I remember one of the ingredients being apple cider vinegar. When I got to where I was going (can't recall where that was), I took the drink out of my bag. I looked at it, and thought that there was ice in it, when really, there wasn't. There were, however, croutons floating at the top of the glass.

I took a sip and immediately spit it out. It wasn't near as delicious as I thought it was going to be. It almost tasted like warm, sweet pickle juice. I tried it again, and spit it out. Another girl was next to me, and said something about the drink.

Then, I was outside somewhere. I was with my friend from work, Nate. We went down this path that went down a hill, and came across this bicycle. It was purple and flowery. Nate said he was going to take it. He took it, then went home.

Then, my boss found me at the bottom of the hill. She asked me something about Nate stealing a bike. I said I was there for it, but I wasn't going to go get it from him or turn him in. She got really upset with me; I think she suspended me from work. I didn't care though; I didn't want Nate to get in trouble.

Then, I remember trying to find Nate. I found his house. There was a pick-up truck parked outside in a gravel driveway. I remember being very happy to see Nate. I told him about my boss.

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I was with my family, and we were going on a vacation. I think we were in the Bahamas. At any rate, I know we were on an island. We were staying in a little vacation home at the edge of the island. We were standing on the beach outside the home. There was a man with us, showing us around and showing us the vacation home. He told us to be careful at night if we were going out, because the wolves came out at night. I remember pondering how people even went out at night there because of that.

Then, I remember being inside the vacation home, close to the front door. It was nighttime, and my mom opened the door from outside. She was trying to get me to help her fight off this wolf that had followed her to the door. At that moment, the wolf bounded through the door, and jumped on me. He had me pinned against the wall. I was pretty scared. I remember feeling his gray fur against my hands, as I tried to push him off. I remember feeling his weight against me, and how heavy and bulky he felt. I don't remember who got the wolf off of me, but someone did.

Then, I remember my old friend/an ex, Jake, being there. I told him about the wolves. A lot of the time he was there, I remember him acting childish and pouty. I don't remember much else about him being there though.

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I was outside, in what looked like my old high school's courtyard. It was very cloudy and windy outside. Kacey was with me. I had a binder in my hands, and was holding it above my head. This was causing me to float through the air when the wind blew under it. Kacey had a balloon, and was using that to do the same thing. She told me to try it. I got a balloon, and floated around with Kacey as the wind blew us. We were laughing and having a great time, as the wind would take us high into the air, and then back down.

Then, I had to go back inside to take a Data Analysis test (this class is on my mind a lot, apparently). I entered the classroom, and it was HUGE, way bigger than my actual Data Analysis classroom. There were also many, many more people, and two professors were teaching it, as opposed to one. I remember one of them being an older man with gray hair. He was going bald. All of the tables and seats in the classroom were white.

I sat down in the back of the classroom to take the test. I thought I had been very prepared, but as I took the test, I didn't feel near as confident as I thought (this actually happened a few days ago in waking life, though not to this extreme of an extent). I was one of the first ones done, so I got up and left. I went into the hallway to find my balloon, but it was gone. I tried to get another one from someone. They gave it to me, but I went back into the classroom and left it, hoping that it would still be there when I returned.

Everyone was still sitting down, even though many were done with the test. I figured I probably needed to stay as well. I went back to my seat. There was a black woman sitting next to me. She was still working on her test. My test was still sitting in front of me. There was a stack of tests in the middle of the table we were sitting at. I started to compare my answers to some of the answers on the test on the top of the stack. Hmm...mine seemed way off. I also didn't remember doing the last extra credit problems that everyone else had filled out. I looked, and I had done them. Whew. I then saw other people had the plus/minus sign next to a lot of their answers. Shit, I meant to do that, but forgot. I then was trying to remember if there was a question about confidence intervals, because I thought that was supposed to be on the test. I put my test on the top of the stack, turning it over first so no one could see the answers. Well, that didn't work, because apparently, I had done my test in red pen, and it had bled through to the other side. The black lady sitting next to me asked me if the last problem was way off. She drew a half of a box around my bottom answer in red pen to indicate what she was talking about. I shrugged.

Then, the tests were taken up. We all had to stand up and listen to the old man professor talk. There were boxes of cinnamon rolls in some of the seats around us (and yet again, work creeps into my non-work related dream). The boxes were a clear turquoise/teal-ish color. A girl next to me opened one of the boxes, and broke a piece off of a cinnamon roll, and snuck it in her purse. I thought about doing the same; I started to open a box, but decided not to at the last minute. I then thought that since she had done it, others that saw her would follow suit, as that is only human nature. I then saw a few other people doing the same thing.

We were filing out of the classroom, and there were balloons people were taking. I wanted one, but by the time I got up to where they were, they had all been taken. My other one was also gone. Bummer.