1st December 2020 Dream: By the end of a dream sequence. I remember some editing interface, like video game authoring tools and sort of in focus, there's a female furry character. A white wolf lady with red-ish accents on the hair on her head. She was part of some kind of animated sign or billboard and had a stylised drawing look to her. I felt curious or interested, but distant in terms of personal connection. I scrubbed through the animation a few times. The surrounding area looked like an alleyway of some kind, a street. There were metal-ring fences and such like, some warehouse type buildings. Sunset. In the editing interface there was some sort of point and click thing that allowed me to find the source files of textures, sounds, anything really, as long as it was visible in the dream reality and I had the correct and corresponding editing suite module in interface focus. (recall gap) Near the end of a second dream sequence. I was walking around with JC, from school, in a town I don't recognise. Not dissimilar from the previous area, but morning time instead now. It was an industrial/commercial estate type area and there were covid-related queues for getting into shops. I remember feeling I had no patience for such things (queuing etc) right now. JC was as I remember him; soft face, somewhat short but around the same as me in reality. Perhaps he seemed shorter because he still looked younger. We walked past a car stuck in a queue at the entrance to a parking lot area, part of a superstore/shop. It was a blue colour, cerulean like? Like a VW Beetle, but not? JC was in a suit, kind of like JSco might have. He was infantile and yet, mature in some sense. That's how I always felt about him, I now realise. I have my casual clothes on. Sweat pants or whatever which I wear both for lounging and for work. Black nylon t-shirt. As we walked, he commented "I want some GTA pussy, you know?". I don't remember replying. Then he continued "It's been a long time." His voice didn't sound at all like his actual voice and he spoke in perfect English with none of our native accent. I didn't notice any of this during the dream. I remember as we walked along I thought to myself "Great, he's gonna be trying really hard, I'm gonna not be caring and one of these girls will just hit on me instead of him; that would be typical." We reached some dead-end looking bit. Concrete-y. Breeze blocks or something like that made up a low wall, damming up earth and whatnot. There may have been a staircase up and through one part. On the top of this low wall, there were heads, some kind of digital representations/avatars or holograms of girls from the neighbourhood and the local school (college/high school). There were a lot of fake blondes? I forget how the heads looked exactly but they didn't seem out of place, somehow. JC sort of inspected each one as we kind of circled around this bit. The dream ended soon after, I was woken up by the door. Notes: - It's possible these were two separate dreams, but I had a feeling they were linked in some sense. - JC is one of many friends I had at school that I got along with fairly well, but characteristically, after college I never really heard from him again and he didn't seem too interested in keeping in touch. I remember walking with him in town a few times and having long conversations, probably mostly about games though. - Although we shared a common name, physically we were very different and though he wasn't any weaker than me, I always thought he appeared somewhat meek. In this dream he sort of had an aura of over-confidence contradictory to how I knew him, which would have been more over-cautious than anything. In essence, the dream character as a persona was someone else, but took on his physical appearance. In the dream I was my current age, but perhaps with a younger style of thinking. - I may have seen a furry character before like the one in the first part of the dream, though I'm not certain if my brain was referencing anything specific. It felt like she was her own original thing, despite what I might consider to be a stereotype representation. -- On further thought, I found out about the sub-culture when I was in my mid-teens, which was also around the same time as I knew JC. - I don't know what the "GTA pussy" thing was about really, but even in the dream something felt out of place about it. Part of me realised on typing my initial notes that we really have no control over what our friends say sometimes and how we have to just get on and live with it or do something about it and potentially get into a conflict with them. - My over-analytical view of this dream is suggesting to me now I should probably try to do some more serious inner work on these subjects.
Updated 12-03-2020 at 10:30 PM by 95293
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening My grandma's house is back in the family. I am asked to spend a few days in it and I ponder moving there for good with my animals. I comment with someone that unfortunately the gym in that village has some type of martial arts but only in a shitty schedule that I can't attend and that may influence my decision to move there. I am a pretty confident actress trying to make it. I walk into a studio where I am going to shoot a commercial. I cross path with a kid I know from a Star Wars movie as an extra. The commercial is about a delivery service but for some reason I have to sit on a toilet behind a guy sitting at a desk at an office. I am pretty sure nobody wanted to shoot this embarrassing commercial. I feel extremely embarrassed. Then I go to the toilet for real and I am attacked by some jealous girl with a knife. We have an ugly fight and I slash her shirt and she eventually gives up, but she tells me she was sent by a group of people determined to hurt me because somehow they are jealous of me. The Avengers are now old. Even Superman is a retired ill man. But there is a world threat and they are called back to action. They say to call the Incredibles instead, that they will handle it. There is also some dude called General Radical (his name) and they want to call him to, but he is a kleptomaniac. When they knock on his door he is proud to show the stuff he is been stealing. He is proud of it.
This morning I was sleeping on a friend's couch and had to get up at 9am for my father's birthday breakfast. I didn't want to miss the alarm and this was stressing me out, which ended up causing several false awakenings. The first false awakening I wake up and check my phone to see it's 1pm. I freak out and run to the shower. The second false awakening I wake up around 10:00am and freak out again. The third false awakening I wake up and a similar thing happens and I'm complaining to moo and kolby that my phone must be broken. The fourth false awakening I wake up on the other side of the couch looking at my friend jp. At the exact same time we go "I just had four false awakenings." Moo is to the left of me and tells us to repeat it again, which we do. Then we all freak out. I know I had only had three before this so this didn't really add up. The fifth false awakening I'm lying back on the couch on the normal side thinking this is a dream. The room is dimly lit in a purple color. I can see jp looking at me from the other side of the couch. Looking at the tv, I see a little girl. Her face starts to turn into something like the exorcist. I can hear myself making noises like "aaaah" but I'm not scared at all. Her and jp start to walk towards me. She changes into some sort of clown and I make more scared noises not feeling scared, I can hear jp saying "dude you're so weird." Then the clown morphs into a woman with dark hair dressed in a red dress. I make some sort of noise like I'm attracted to her, then she turns into a man and I make a noise that I'm freaked out. Jp again says that I'm weird. They get right to my face and I get up, this exploding into a very strange turn of events. The room is turned into some sort of event. I'm watching a commercial of some sort of these weird people, they were changing very rapidly, at some point it's a woman in a black outfit with a black mask and some other things as well. The background was constantly changing, the one I remember now is a hotel room background. The backgrounds looked like green screen effects and the people in front of the backgrounds stood out from them. It was some sort of chant and at the bottom of my vision I can see subtitles in an orange or red font. There's a little thing bouncing from each word as these people are saying the words. The words are "what the hell is that, what the hell is that" and I thought I might've seen "LOL" to the left and right of that line too. That line kept getting repeated. I keep saying out loud "what the hell is that, what the hell is that" as these backgrounds are changing and people are morphing. The people were indian women dressed in gowns dancing around at some point.
3 October 2016 I will never be able to recollect how I came to be part of a dance troupe let alone how a felt about it. But here I was, getting ready to go on stage and perform with these guys in a dance competition. The Prize? Well I have no fucking idea. The whole thing was rather hazy. I have vague memories of a fictional character that I came up with a while ago. I don't want to share too much about her so for now, we'll just call her Courtney. Courtney was financially backing our dance troupe but I don't remember interacting with her or even talking with her. Later on in the dream I was observing a Superbowl commercial wherein a phone was being advertised. The phone could be used by leaders to keep a close eye on the working class and keep them in line. In the commercial I saw a coach using the phone to oversee his football team. The team's color was orange and the coach was dressed in nearly all orange. He was a huge asshole and he also owned a store. He was at this store instructing an employee in how to do something. The instruction he was giving was convoluted and overly complex. I do not remember the exact task but it was very simple and did not require such a deep briefing. As he was talking a display of CGI imagery starts to appear typical of that of a Superbowl commercial. Then the coach nonchalantly said "Got it?" before walking away. I do not remember anymore details other than the fact that the commercial took place at night.
Updated 10-04-2016 at 09:11 PM by 69528
Non-Dream Dream Dream 1: I am at a fancy dinner or wedding with my wife. The food and service sucks but I still leave a huge tip. Dream 2: I am in lab with TA and DM working on new methods. DM has a primitive dilution machine. We put concentrated sample in A1 of a 96-well plate and the machine serial diluted the sample into all of the other wells. MM is also there and it is the morning of the layoffs. I left my blot at room temp on the shaker overnight by mistake. I am interviewing for jobs remotely. DM has some of his friends vouch for me - one of them in Jonathan Schoop from the Orioles. Dream 3: I am watching a baseball game. Trout hits a lazy fly ball to right field. The right fielder goes back to the wall, times his jump well but still drops the ball. Trout wasn't running hard but gets a triple out of it. Dream 4: I am watching a commercial on tv. There is a guy driving a Prius. You think he is very good for the environment. He pulls over to the side of the road and takes out a big hose and puts it in the sewer. He dumps all of the crap he used to do into the sewer. Clouds gather and a corvette explodes out from the hose. Not sure why but this was hilarious in my dream and right when I woke up. Dream 5: I am taking a cat to see a doctor. I go through an old, run down building with lots of bums. There is fire/lava around. I get to the room with the doctor at the end of the hallway. It is a very large and dark room with an uncomfortable table in the middle. The doctor is Einstein. (I think he shows me the commercial I describe in dream 4) There is a screen above the table showing streaming stock tickers and prices. DOW is up and EBAY is down for the day. I have a very strong bond with the cat. She (the cat is female) is getting molars pulled. After getting them pulled she says that her leg hurts now. I fear for the cats life because I have realized that I love her deeply. I look at her leg and am relieved to find that it is just a growth. I communicate to the cat that everything will be ok and I was shocked when the cat understood me and communicated back somehow. The cat now turns into a beautiful woman who I have apparently always been in love with (in past lives too). The feeling of love is indescribable. The woman looks like a girl I knew from way back named Emily. We go outside of the doctors room onto a dock next to a huge lake. I playfully push her into the water and jump in after her. We hug for what seems like an eternity.
Dream 1 My dad and I are going to one of my friend's house to do something. I have a ton of homework to do so I have to be quick. When we get inside, I see my uncle is in handcuffs and has been arrested. Me and my dad break him free of the cuffs. Then me and my dad get back in the car and go to a water park type thing. We have our own swimming room and I am doing my homework in there. My dad is helping me. I see my friends doing tricks down a slide and I join them. I have to slide down the side and land in a small pocket on a thing in the water. I went head first and completed the challenge. There were a few other challenges I had to do and in between I would go back to the room and work on my assignment. Afterwards, I drove us home and I couldn't seem to stop the car before a red light so I had to go through it and I also couldn't turn very well. To turn a little bit it took me a long time. Dream 2 I am at my house and K, S, and someone else are there as well playing a game. They are working on a school project together. S keeps hinting that K likes me. (I used to have a little crush on K) Someone who is older then comes over and K lets him in. They then start studying with him. I go to bed. Dream 3 Its the next day and I am in my sports marketing class. We have to hand in our assignments that day and I get scared because I didn't have it done. I had regret that I didn't work on it more the last few days. The teacher says we have five minutes to complete it so I rush really fast to get it all done. I cut some things out and then go on you tube because I need to watch a video to get some pictures. (We needed five or six pictures of someone) I had all the pictures but they all changed to pictures of something else so I had to get new pictures. The video switches to a criminal talking. I think he is threatening me. Then T, who is older, grabs a TV and mounts it on the wall so everyone can watch something. It was previously on the floor and I wonder how he can lift it by himself and with only one arm. I also thought the teacher would get mad, but she didn't seem to care. Dream 4 I was viewing a commercial where you can get an RH (Retirement home) or a PRH (Personal Retirement Home). (This may have been a commercial from the TV in the previous dream, but I'm not sure. It explained that in the retirement home, you could do whatever you wanted to. Except you have a 20 minute window where you can wash you clothes once a day and a 20 minute window for each meal. It interviewed a lady and she said that if you miss the window for meals you have to eat food that's basically frozen. She said she was always on time to meals but her husband had to eat a frozen meal once and he said it was horrible. (I have in my notes that Andy told her that information. That may have been a name or it was auto correct on my ipod. I'm not sure) Dream 5 I am peeing and telling myself that it was helping me or something and I would pee, then stop, then pee again and I kept doing that. I then woke up and had to go to the bathroom really bad.
Dream 1 Recorded at 6:10am I see a scene where Ellen Degeneres is interviewing a black guy. [i think he's famous IRL]. They're sitting on single seated couches. He's smoking while getting interviewed and Ellen seems bothered by it and whooshes smoke away from her when it drifts over. I'm now in the car with Kayley. She's driving and I'm in the passenger seat. I see that Kayley is smoking [she doesn't smoke] and It reminds me that it need smokes for when I get home. Kayley shows me my deck of smokes which I left with her. I have a look in the pack and notice that there's quite a few still left. I see a smaller cigarette compared to the rest of them and think that it might be a joint. I think about smoking it but then think about how I usually feel when I smoke [anti-social and dumb lol]. I light up a smoke and start to smoke it [i don't smoke]. I expect it to taste like home made smokes. It doesn't have a very strong taste at all. I arrive at a house which is either Daryl's old house or close to it. It looks like it's been abandoned or trashed a little. I see armed forces take position outside house. I take a peek out and see that they have guns drawn. It's blurry at first when looking at the soldiers but as I focus more it becomes clear. They begin shooting in my direction and I flee into another house. This house has a futuristic feel to it. Metal walls and massive automatic opening doors, which open like a supermarket door would. I see a scene of a commercial. It's showing some text and some artwork while explaining that black people need to send this message onto a white person. For some reason I feel I should give it to Kayley. I feel bad for Kayley's house and ask her to reload the scene so I could do things differently and change what has happened. The scene has been reloaded and I go into Kayley's house and see that nothing is inside it. Dream 2 Recorded at 8:20am I'm playing football on a football oval in a real match. I feel hesitant to get fully involved in the game. A couple times I get and run as hard as I can after the ball but lack top speed [I'm a quick runner IRL] to chase down the ball before the opponent reaches it. I see Luke Nite on the opposition team. We rough each other up a little to show that there's no such thing as mates during the game. A free kick has been given and it's up for grabs on who wants to take it. Jeff Bradsure offers to take it. He looks more leaner then he usually looks. He lines up for the shot and kicks if from the 50 meter mark and kicks it through the goals for 6 points. I start to wonder why I haven't been benched yet, due to not getting a touch of the ball yet. I look to the bench to see if we have enough players for subbing one another off and on. I could see 2-3 people on the bench. I'm now off the pitch and walking along side the oval. I see soldiers laying down looking for targets. I line up my gun up to head height and pull the trigger. I'm after headshots only [previous day I played a game where I needed headshots to unlock a gun]. I reach some sort of skinny trench and I think I've been spotted by the enemy near the exit. I see him and kill him also. I see a restricted and patrolled area up ahead. There's explosive barrels bunched up in front of the ramps from stopping people from using the ramps for riding or driving over for fun. I get on a quad bike bike and avoid the barrels and head straight for the ramps. I get a decent amount of air and seem to be having a good time. My bike begins to bounce higher and higher each time I land. It gets to the point of where I am bouncing at least 20 meters into the air. I keep just missing the barrels as I land and just my judgement. I either mention or show my Dad of what I'm doing. I'm now at the end of the patrolled area and it feels as if I'm at the end of a map (as if I'm I was playing a video game). I get off the bike and walk to where I expect it to end and I see that there's paint there. I try to see if I can walk beyond that point and to my surprise I could continue walking. The area seemed to be deserted and had the feeling of half night and half day. Side Notes: I have a good nights sleep. I have a decent chance to attempt a quick wild as I awaken. I see fairly vivid imagery and scenes which come and go. I stay completely still hoping for the dream to appear. I start to think about my dream I just had and figured it would be close to my time to get up, so I stop the wild attempt and focus on my last dream I have just had.
I can't remember most of this dream hardly Dream Fragment: I'm watching this commercial, but not on a TV, like as if it's being performed for me in front of me. It's for anti bullying and when the adults talk to the kids the kids act concerned about bullying being a problem, but when the adults turn to each other and talk amongst themselves the children begin to bully and get evil looks on their faces with bad intent. They are manipulators, So I just fucking tune out and walk away and every one including the commercial adults get offended like I have no empathy. I just know better I tell them and look straight into the children's eyes, and they look back with surprise.
Updated 01-26-2014 at 08:47 PM by 61831
Dream - Lucid I was at my house, in the living room. It was morning, and the room was dimly lit. My mom had just gotten back from Oregon. My brother, Blake, and his girlfriend, Sarah, were there too, but they were in his room, asleep still. My mom came in and started to bitch about Blake's girlfriend. I disagreed with her about what she was saying. Then, I was in the kitchen with Blake's girlfriend, Sarah. She was getting something from the cabinet under the sink. She was talking to me as she did, I think trying to give me advice or help me with something. Some more happened at the house, but I can't remember what. ~ I was at my old college, in the building that the job I recently quit was in, though it looked different. I was there to vote for the President. It was very crowded. I think I was there with someone too, but I can't remember who. We walked up some very crowded stairs to a table where you voted. It was much different than in waking life; it was just a fold-out table with some pieces of plastic or cardboard set up on it as "walls" to separate the voters. I got up there, and took a piece of paper. It was like a checklist of the candidates. I don't remember who I picked, and then, I realized that I wasn't really paying much attention when I voted. I got up and looked at my ballot. I was making sure I at least didn't vote for Romney, and checking for an "x" marked by Gary Johnson's name. I saw his name, simply "Gary" on the sheet, but I hadn't marked it. I had marked one below it, some female candidate from an off-the-wall party. I wanted to change it, but obviously, I couldn't. Someone in charge of the voting then took my ballot and put it with all the other ballots. I thought to myself that at least I didn't vote for Obama or Romney, but that didn't make me feel any better about it. Then, I was walking by some restaurants in the same area of the building. I spotted someone working at what looked like a Pizza Hut booth who looked familiar. He was tall, thin, and had glasses, though I couldn't see his hair because of his Pizza Hut hat. He looked at me and said something like "Oh, it's just you." I asked him "Are you mad at me?" "Yes," he responded, "you just quit!" He then looked away, and continued doing what he was doing. I was still trying to place him in my mind. Was he a Pizza Hut employee? I was never friends with anyone who worked there... Then it hit me: He was the supervisor of the whole restaurant area, Toby. He was the one who put my name in the system and such. Shit...well, I'm here, better try to make this right. "Let me explain to you what happened," I said. He agreed to let me explain myself, and came to sit with me at a table. "Listen," I started, "I have depression, and it got really bad...that's why I quit." "Depression?" he said, a bit skeptically, but he was listening now, at least. I talked to him about it, saying it was hard to explain. He had to get up and go take care of something at the Pizza Hut real quick, but came back. He talked to me about how he had to work at Quarto's (what he called the Pizza Hut) since they were understaffed, and told me they hired someone else where I used to work named Wilma. He also told me that Mallisha, a girl that I worked with there, had her baby. He seemed a lot less angry now. He looked at me as we talked with kind eyes, trying to understand. I thought to myself afterwards how I had resolved the issue. I felt good about it. ~ I was again at the college, but the area looked different. I was sitting down talking to my old manager, Gloria. She was being very kind to me, and seemed happy. I think she was so happy because it was the end of the workday on Friday, and she didn't work on the weekends. She asked me how I was, and we talked a bit. She never asked about how I quit, she never asked about any of that stuff. It was like I had never left. I then saw some people I worked with there, the one I remember for sure being Gwen. She was with someone else, another girl. They were about to go shoot this movie or something, that was supposed to be what would happen during a real bomb threat. I then pictured them dressed as zombies, wandering around this tent set up in a gymnasium. I then pictured an above view of them laying on a gurney surrounded by other gurneys with people on them, all naked except for plastic wrap covering them, so you could only see outlines of their nipples...it was weird, but apparently, that was part of the shoot they were doing. Gwen is also black, but her body was white in this part of the shoot. I thought I was supposed to help with that somewhere in there. I pictured myself in the middle of the craziness, with zombies walking around in the tent, and tons of people calmly filing out. There were different tents set up in there as well, and the same thing was happening in all of them. I then saw what looked like a Pizza Hut commercial. Mallisha, some other employees, and Gwen all filed out of what I assumed was Pizza Hut, in slow motion. They all appeared to be in what looked like Pizza Hut uniforms, with red shirts and black pants. It was nighttime. I got excited, and got chills because I knew these people, and was happy for them that they were on TV! Mallisha, who looked thinner than IWL, I assumed it was because she had her baby, led the line, as if she was the boss or manager, and looked back at Gwen, who had lighter skin than IWL, who was in the back of the line. It showed Gwen doing the same to Mallisha. They were heading towards a bus. The whole thing was in slow motion. There was a male voice narrating in the background the whole time, but I can't remember what it said. I was then outside in some closed-in concrete porch area with a bunch of people who worked at the restaurants on campus. It was nighttime. They were all working on some big event, which I'm assuming had something to do with the movie shoot or the commercial. I was sitting all on my own, feeling like I didn't really belong there since I had quit, when someone called my name. "Krista! Come sit with us!" I wasn't sure who called me over, but I went towards the direction of the voice, and sat down on the ground with a group of girls that contained some Latino girls and also Gwen, who finally looked exactly as she does IWL, though she wasn't the one who called me. I was sitting next to her. She was wearing a tight grey dress. Gwen then started to talk to me. Her voice sounded exactly how I remember it. "Let me update you on what's happened since you've been gone," she said. "They wanted to promote me to manager, but I declined. (insert some things I can't remember here). Next to that one restaurant, you know, Seaweed or something." IWL, the "Seaweed" place she was referring to was really Pizza Hut. She was very kind and informative. I then was in some hallway, which wasn't nearly as crowded as everywhere else had been, and I saw Toby again. I got his attention, because I wanted to talk to him some more about the whole mess. I took his hands, and led him to a wall. His back was facing the wall. Then, there was a door there, and someone started to come out. I led Toby away from the door. The red-headed guy who came through the door looked at us. I felt like he must think something funny is going on between Toby and I. Toby was then against the white-painted concrete cinder block wall. I started to talk. "I've been having more bad days than good," I said. "Bad days? Everyone has those," he responded. I then went on as I was looking down, trying to adjust our position again, "But I think I've forgotten how to have good days," I said to him. He seemed very understanding to my plight. His eyes spoke volumes to me. I again went on. "I'm sorry for quitting like that," I said, "it was very unprofessional of me." We then hugged. We hugged for quite some time. It was a nice embrace, very comforting. As he pulled away he said "We might have a meeting on Monday." He then walked away and through a door, not looking back at me. Maybe he was embarrassed for showing so much emotion and understanding, I don't know. At any rate, I guess I still had my job there, though I honestly didn't want it back. I thought to myself that I better tell my mom when I get up for work on Monday. I was also proud of myself for resolving the problem, and how it didn't go over nearly as bad as I thought it would.
Updated 09-29-2012 at 06:03 PM by 32059
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in a fast food restaurant. The place looked a bit drab, with brightish, green-grey fluorescent light and kind of dirty, red-tile floors. There might not have been any seats. I stood over by the drinks dispenser. I was really hot, and all I wanted was a 32-ounce cup of some kind of fake fruit juice. The sign over the drinks dispenser indicated that the drink was some kind of pink "fruit" juice. This sounded just right to me. I pushed a plastic cup (possibly with a blue Pepsi design on it) against a lever like a soda dispenser lever, although both it and the dispenser were kind of big, like for an ice dispenser. The fluid poured out. I took a sip. As I did, I noticed that the color of the drink was kind of pale brown, like watered down soda, or like tea, more than like any kind of fake fruit juice. I held the drink a little way away from me. I looked at it and thought that maybe it was iced tea after all. I was kind of disappointed. I wanted something that had taste. But I couldn't quite believe that I had poured tea instead of fake fruit juice. So I took a really big drink now, to get as much flavor as I could. This time the drink definitely tasted like lemonade. So I figured that I had been thrown off by the color of the drink. I'd thought it was going to be pink. So when it was yellow, I thought it was brown. So I'd mistaken it for tea. (WTF???) I felt bad that I'd taken such a huge drink of the lemonade. There were one or two Latina girls behind the counter. They were both kind of pretty, and I didn't want them to think I was a big pig for drinking so much before paying. I wanted my drink to stay extra cold, because I was really hot. I put some ice in the cup. I then filled the drink the rest of the way up. I was walking in a big city, as if I'd left the fast food place and was heading back to work. I seemed to be in a big hurry. I crossed a smallish, triangular plaza in front of a big skyscraper. A man called out from behind me. I turned around. The man looked black and Latino. He was holding out a bag of fast food and a big drink. The man told me I'd forgotten to take my stuff with me. I was kind of surprised that I had done so. I now walked into a small building, which was like some kind of community center or some kind of hospital for underprivileged people. There was a yellow sign with lettering in red italics on the wall to the left of the door. It said something about how the cafeteria here makes its own chili. It was really proud about this, and it boasted that it wasn't like other cafeterias, which buy processed chili. I had a little time before the meeting I had to go to -- some kind of community support meeting. I didn't like going to the meetings, because I felt like people were always assuming I was poor or stupid because I had to come to them. But I also felt like they were important to go to. The cafeteria was just across the hallway from the front door. I walked into the cafeteria. I was really hot, and I wanted some kind of fruity drink. I looked around at the cafeteria for a moment. It looked more like the kitchen area of a dining hall rather than a cafeteria. The place was really small. There were no seats. There was a stainless steel counter, probably where all the food was served up, buffet-style. I may have known the workers behind the counter. I walked out of this room and across the hallway. There was a smaller room, basically just a little nook in the wall. There was a small, glass-doored refrigerator with drinks inside it. I saw something like a Nestle peach-flavored ice tea. I didn't think this was exactly what I wanted. But I figured it would be good enough. But for some reason, I didn't grab it. I felt like maybe the workers in the other room would think I was being mean or ungrateful if I bought a drink from this room instead of from their room -- even though I had to go to their room to buy the drink from them, so that technically I was buying this drink from them, anyway. Dream #2 I was "at work." The space was like an office space in a small office complex. Sometimes the area seemed big, with no offices or cubicles, just a big space with desks. At other times, the area seemed like a big office, with possibly two big desks inside of it. The place didn't have any lights on, but there was a decent amount of daylight coming in through the windows, giving the place a gentle, greyish kind of atmosphere. The place seemed slightly cluttered, and it also seemed like there were potted plants all over the place. I was going to quit my job. This may have been my last day at work. My boss was preparing for me to leave. I think a young woman was coming to take my place. My boss was putting some stuff in order so the woman would know how to do the things I did. My boss was sitting at one big desk, and I was sitting at another desk. I got out of my desk and walked over to my boss. At first, my boss was doing something like filing through cards that had the consistency of business cards but a size maybe about between that of business cards and that of playing cards. But then my boss was paging through some of my old notebooks. He found verses of poetry by Homer. There were three or four passages that I'd transcribed into the notebooks. Each passage was about half a page long. My boss asked me why in the heck I'd transcribed Homer into a work notebook. I felt that the transcriptions had had something to do with work, but I couldn't explain it. I kept stuttering in my explanation. But eventually I said something about instinct and how reading Homer provided me with some kind of abstract understanding of things, which then melted into my instincts and helped me make better choices. Later on, my boss was trying to make some kind of weird deal with me. I can't remember exactly what it was. He wanted to keep me working with him, but on one project, so that my time would be free for doing other things. I can't remember what the project was, but it sounded like a terrible deal that my boss was trying, half-assed, to dress up. At another time, my boss walked away through the big office. I may have kind of hung around in the huge office all by myself, kind of spinning my wheels and getting bored. I was now outside. I was out on a flat, open field mostly of dark-tan soil, with little patches of grass here and there. The soil may have been a tiny bit damp, as if from a dewy morning or a recent rain. It was a clear day, with a cold, blue sky marbled with thin cirrus clouds. There seemed to be a chain-link fence and some kind of structure somewhere. There were also a few vehicles, including a couple of big, black pick-up trucks. I found my boss before a small, hatchback car, which may have been really shiny and cobalt blue, maybe even with glittery flecks in it, like on the car of an amusement park ride. My boss stood before the opened hatchback. The interior of the car just seemed to be stuffed full of papers. I conferred with my boss a little bit about something. I was getting ready to leave work for the last time. My boss understood this. He said, "Oh, I still have your phone. I'm listening to some of the songs on it. I'm not done with it yet. But I'll meet you upstairs" (as if this outdoor area were really the "basement" of the office!) "and give it to you as soon as I'm done." My boss now seemed to be wearing huge, Skull-Candy-like earphones. I was really frustrated with my boss. First of all, I hadn't even known that he had taken my phone to listen to stuff on it. Second, why was he telling me that he was holding onto my phone and not giving it back until he was done with it? It was my phone! Third, I just wanted to get out of here once and for all, but it seemed like my boss just kept trying to find ways to keep me here. And this was another one! Dream #3 I was watching some kind of commercial or infomercial. It showed the woman who played Uhura on Star Trek. The commercial seemed to refer to the woman by her real name, but only using her first name. In some kind of haughty, "she-knows-better-than-you" fashion, the male announcer said that Uhura always heeded her table manners, and that she'd never make the mistake of forgetting them. The screen showed a kind of red-and-white photo of Uhura, which faded into an actual view of her. She responded to the male announcer by saying, "Yes, I never forget my table manners. My daddy taught them to me a long time ago." There was now a view of a family in a nice dining room. The family was apparently Uhura's family. The family all gathered around the left end of the table. Some sat at the table, while others stood. All the people in the family seemed to be adults, maybe from their mid-30s on up. The head of the family was some man, who may or may not actually have been there. He was rich and very classy. He seemed to have grey and black hair and mustache. He wore a very nice suit with a cream-and-red striped tie. The rest of the family seemed to be dressed in a kind of middle-class style. One woman was dressed in a nurse's outfit. Her hair was really nerdy-looking, about shoulder length, light brown, kind of oily, with a bit of a tight, gerry-curl style. She also wore clunky, but small, kind of round glasses. The woman seemed to be speaking for the family. She said something like, "A lot of families teach their children table manners when they're young. But then they don't follow up on it as the children get older. So the children forget what they learned about table manners. But not our family. We were taught table manners all the time. So we never forget." Uhura seemed to be sitting in a big chair, either at the other end of this room or else in some other room, but visible by a big video screen. The woman and Uhura seemed to be having some sort of conversation with each other about how important table manners were.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 Two women were side, by side, embracing each other at the waist. The women were either soap opera stars or movie stars. They were probably having their pictures taken by the press. They were in the middle of a huge crowd, probably at some kind of really classy party. Both women looked glamorous, with tan skin and long, black hair parted on top and pulled back. One of them may have had long eyelashes. Both women wore shoulderless, black dresses. One of the dresses may actually have cornered up at one shoulder. One dress had feathers or leaf-like designs on the front. Either one or both of the girls may have been wearing a big, diamond pendant or necklace. Dream #2 A commercial or an infomercial. A middle-aged Elizabeth Taylor, possibly wearing a kind of shimmery, blue and silver dress (or a dark blue, velvet dress?) stood in a chest-up shot, addressing the camera. Taylor's chest was decorated with a few big (6 or 7 cm) diamond pins and pendants, in a kind of random fashion. Taylor was talking about how beautiful her diamonds were and how she wasn't ashamed about living with such extravagance. Taylor said, "But now you, too, can look like you live as glamorously as I do, with new fake diamonds. These diamonds look just like my diamonds do. Why look!" A kind of short, bald, skinny, white man with a thin mustache and wearing a tuxedo walked up to Taylor. The man was probably a butler. He held a framed backing of blue velvet, against which were set a selection of huge pins and pendants, like the ones Taylor wore. The idea was, apparently, that Taylor was going to compare her diamonds to the fake diamonds on the display. Taylor continued some kind of speech before the butler interrupted her. The butler cleared his throat and told Taylor that he was holding the real diamonds, and that Taylor was wearing the fake ones. Taylor gave a look of surprise to the camera, as if to say, "Incredible! Even I can't tell the difference!"
Updated 05-14-2011 at 01:49 PM by 37466 (added last sentence in paragraph about butler)
KEY: Dream Lucid Tanks Dream I was running around with my friend and we were like inside of some game. It was in a big open desertlike place. I don't remember much but I do remember me and my friend saw a tank so I picked up a rocket lancher and shot it. I thought it was destroyed but it takes 2 shots to destroy it. Then I looked around for a new launcher cause mine was out of ammo. I looked, and realy far away, I saw one. *Don't remember what happened next.* Naruto Dream I was watching a commercial that was aying something about how Naruto is back. They showed a bunch of fight scenest, but there was a guy on a throne who had like a katana on his head and was fighting something off by smashing his head into whatever was attacking him. (There is no guy like that and his sword was backwards so it was not the sharp side he was hitting with.)
I was at a beach, and, according to a voiceover, I was in Parramatta, which isn't near any beaches IRL. The voiceover talked about how you can use this awesome new car, a four-wheel-drive, to reach a better beach around the corner. I stood there while the car went off around the corner. I decided to follow it. I slipped on some mud (this being the crap beach) and eventually got up onto some metal staircases in the cliffside. I saw a couple halfway up watching their laptop. It was Windows 7 and they were looking at their files which were on their home computer (I have been seeing so many ads for it). At the top was the car, which had two girls and their dad. The car had a section infront of the dashboard where I sat. The dad said something about how I shouldn't be seen with them. We drove back down to the bottom. I got out and got my stuff, I'm not sure exactly what I had. Then they all said bye and drove away. I tried to see what the number plate was so I could contact them again someday, but when I looked, the car was a person running away, and there was no number plate on their legs The end.
Monday night 3/16/09 I'm at a department store and it's like an audition to be in a commercial. There's a couple of racks of clothes and I have to pick out an outfit to audition in. The strange thing is, it's me and a bunch of little girls. None of the clothes look like they'll fit me. So I find some bigger clothes that look like they'll fit, but there are pinstripe pants and vests and shirts and nothing looks like I can make a decent outfit out of it. SO I do the best I can and take some clothes into the fitting room. I keep poking my head out and watching some of the other girls do their audition. When I'm in the fitting room, I am having the hardest time buttoning my shirt. I can hear the guy giving the auditions say that he's all done for the day and I stick my head out the door and tell him to wait for me! I still can't button my shirt. I wake up.
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