Mydera

I can't remember very well today because I didn't have time to lay in bed and remember my dreams. There's a good chance I'll remember more later if something familiar hits me, that usually happens on days like this, lol. But I was soooo happy to nearly have a lucid in the middle of all of it!

Dream One: Can't remember much detail, but the gist of it was that one of my mom's dogs bit someone and we were freaking out worried about it. I'm pretty sure there were lots of I told you sos coming from me in this dream, lol.

Dream Two: I dreamed I was at a craft store and I told my husband I wanted to go ahead and get my tattoo now and stop waiting for my BFF. (We're supposed to have matching heart tattoos, she had hers done where she lives but wants me to wait until she comes down to get mine done so we're together for at least one of them) I decide I don't want to get the heart for my first, I want something that means something big for me, not just follow your heart. I decide I want some symbol and in the dream it means something, like that I am something or I have some power or belong to some club or religion or something. I find two stickers that I can combine to make the design I want. One is a star burst inside a diamond shape, the other is a man who looks kind of like Jesus, but not on a cross or anything... though the feet look funny like he's standing on his tippy toes with his knees bent or he's laying down. Looking back now that I am fully awake for the morning, I think it might have been my brains representation of a God (I'm not monotheistic, and while I believe in multiple gods and goddesses, I don't believe in them as all powerful beings either, I'm skipping the explanation and just saying it could have been any god, I don't know which and I don't think it's overly important here, lol) We leave the craft store with the stickers I've found, and walk next door to a Tattoo parlor. It seems like we're in a real mall, not a strip mall, though I've never seen a mall with a craft store and tattoo parlor before, I'm sure one exists somewhere, lol. There's a guy probably in his late twenties in a black button up shirt and black jeans, he's on the heavy side of average and he's got spiked hair and a carefully cut beard that makes a line all along his jawline before becoming a goatee or something on his chin. He's the tattoo artist, and he listens to me about my tattoo, then takes the two stickers and says It'll be no problem. I sit down in a chair like a dentists chair or something so it's more like laying back. I pull up my shirt, and for some reason decide to get the tattoo on the fattest part of my stomach where all my stretchmarks are, an area I usually try NOT to show, lol. I close my eyes and the guy starts to draw on me with something, but I can't see it. I'm thinking he's just making a stencil or something to go over with the tattoo needle, but then I realize it stings a bit. Not like hurts, just stings like a fresh scratch you get wet. I ask him if it's supposed to sting or if I'm having an allergic reaction to the ink pen he's using, and he tells me it's the tattoo needle and it's supposed to hurt. I nearly freak out, "Your not drawing it first?! Your just going to try to draw it the first time in permanent ink on my skin?! what if you mess up? You can't fix it!" He tells me to chill, that he always does it this way, and then he has me look at it. I look down and it doesn't look bad actually, but it's unfinished and instead of having the man inside the diamond he's beside it. I actually think it looks ok this way, but it's not what I wanted so I'm a bit sad. He tells me there are unfinished parts because they're too small and easy to mess up, he's going to draw those in first then go over them with the tattoo machine. I say ok, and my husband says something and leaves the room. Then the guy asks me if I want to surprise my husband, and I'm like how? He draws a line from my tattoo in progress down, and suddenly I realize my pants are unbuttoned and I'm not wearing under wear! He draws the line to right where my panties would cover and says, "We'll put two eyes, and a mouth here!" and draws a smiley face with it's tongue sticking out . I'm way uncomfortable now, and I'm like, Thanks, but no thanks. I had to work like hell to convince him to let me get this tattoo, he won't be happy for me to get another one without asking, especially in such a private place. He shurgs and says ok, then goes back to work with my tattoo. I notice that the head of the man is right where my belly wrinkles when I sit down and wonder if it'll mess up the tattoo that my skin wrinkles there and if it will look bad. I wake up, and oddly enough my skin feels irritated like it did in the dream. I actually feel my belly to make sure there's no tattoo there in the dark, lol. Then I wonder what the tattoo was and hope it was nothing bad or scary!

Dream Three (Almost lucid!): I dream that I'm outside on some stone path in front of a cute little building that looks like it should be in a painting. There are stairs on the path leading down to the left if I'm facing the building. I have a pillow and a blanket. I lay my pillow at the top of the stairs, and lay down in the middle of the path, I'm determined to have a lucid dream! Looking back, the fact that I was dreaming made this all the more funny but frustrating! I close my eyes and wait a bit, then in the black I start to see cherry trees and hear this harp sound like when the sims are Woohooing in the sims 3 game I get so excited that I wake back up on the path. I get mad thinking I was almost in a dream, actually lucid for a change! I close my eyes to try again and almost immediately the harp continues and I see the trees waving in the breeze. I think, Yes! I'm lucid! then I wake up to the path world again because someone is calling me in it. I stand up and look in the window. There's someone in the house I'm sleeping in front of. I wake up for real.

Dream Four: I'm walking into an auditorium with a very large group of people. I'm second in line. There's a guy in front of me, He feels familiar and very safe in the dream, but I don't know who he is. He has blond hair that almost reaches his shoulders and a baseball cap on (facing the right way! I hate when people wear them backwards!) as well as an old brown leather/suede jacket. Looking back, I'm almost positive it was K because this seems to be a recurring theme in my K dreams lately, where I don't know who he is until I realize it's a dream. I can't be 100% sure because I was never lucid to confirm it. I walk past him so I can sit beside him, but he grabs my arm and pulls me down to sit in his lap. I giggle and feel really flirty for a moment, but then my best friend A sits behind us and motions to the empty seat beside her. She says something about how bad it'll look if I spend the entire awards ceremony in his lap and how I'm supposed to be classier than that. I think she's right, I'm way too old to be acting like a teenager and sitting in a guys lap at a formal event! He makes a disappointed noise, but the seat I was going to sit in beside him is now full and I have no choice but to sit behind him with A. I sit next to her, and the awards ceremony begins. They announce an award and A and the guy and some other people around us get up to go accept it. A tells me I need to go get my award, but I am too nervous and feel like I didn't do anything to deserve it so I just stay where I'm at. They all go on stage and get pink bags with like beach towels and flip flops or something in them. Then they announce another award and a lady gets up to accept it. Her left eye is closed and bent at a crooked angle. She talks about how happy she is that she was able to receive this award, especially after the accident that took her eye. It's a really moving and heartwarming moment. this is all I can remember of that dream.

Dream Five: I'm at a cafe in the mall. There's a girl behind the counter with short hair like mine, only her hair is straight where mine is curly. She's talking to me excitedly about something, and I'm waiting for her shift to be over so we can hang out. A guy comes up, and I feel a very family like feeling, like I know his mom and he feels like one of my kids. I feel like time has flown by is this teenager relieving this girls is one of my friends kids, I must be getting old! The girl disappears in the back to get her stuff, and the guy and I talk about something. I think it's about the economy or something. I feel like I can remember when this kid was in diapers, and just totally blown away by time flying and him talking to me about the economy like an adult! The girl comes out of the back, and her hair is curly like mine now! I think wow, she looks just like me! Then I wake up. I'm pretty sure this dream was brought about b/c my son's birthday is today. It feels like just yesterday I gave birth to him, and now he's old enough to start school! Crazyness! The girl in my dream might have been my daughter, hence why she'd have looked like me. I think I was dreaming like fifteen years in the future when they're old enough to have jobs! lol

Dream Six (Fragments): In this dream I was a manager or something for a hotel chain or something. Sorry for all the "somethings" but this is really fuzzy. There was a girl who the company suspected of doing something wrong, and so I was sent in undercover to test her and if she failed the test she was going to be fired. I pretended to be a customer and she didn't know me, so she did what ever wrong, and failed the test. I had to fire her and felt bad about it. At some point, either arriving there or leaving there, I was in a red expensive car, (maybe a corvette?) talking on a cell phone. I remember my earrings being huge gaudy dangling things that clicked against the phone when I moved my head and my nails were really long and fake and bright red. I think I had on a bright red pencil skirt and business suit type jacket that didn't cover my boobs properly and my hair was bleached and had way too much hair spray in it. That was the most memorable part because in real life I'm really low maintenance, I don't even paint my nails let alone wear fake ones. As for hair and all, I brush my hair and put a bandanna on it so you can't see the curls sticking out all over the place and I wear jeans and tank tops or thermal shirts. For me, Dressing up is a nice shirt and red tinted chap stick with some gloss, lol.