Thread: Wolfsbane's Freakshow Dreams

+Dec.14+

Failed advanced task attempt

I had a couple dreams before this, but I can't remember anything.

I was in India with a friend, and we were sitting on a cliff and looking at the city's skyline below. There were two stereotypical Indian men there, and one was trying to get my friend's number. We took some pictures, got bored and went back to my house. When we got there, I went upstairs and realized I was dreaming. This wasn't a very clear or very lucid dream, though. I tried to think of something to do, and then remembered the monthly task. I stood in the spare bedroom and tried to summon Santa. I kept thinking, "Santa WILL come here. Santa exists!" But the jerk never showed up. I kept trying to summon a sleigh, and all I got was a magical flying coffee can and a flying dog. We flew out the window, and then I tried to make it dark outside. I closed my eyes and thought of darkness, but I felt like I was going to fall off and stopped. This is about the time I lost lucidity.

We kept flying over fences and backyards, and I was still able to control the flying coffee can I was sitting on. We ended up in a setting that I think was exactly the same as another dream. There was an engaged couple who were nomads. I discreetly flew above them and watched them walking by houses. They stopped at every chance they got to get it on. Horny people. I don't think they even wore any clothes because it would get in the way of on-the-spot love making. They reminded me of Adam and Eve in all their nudity.

They went to their parents' house (finally clothed) where they were having a BBQ. The woman excused herself to go to the garage, and the next thing they heard was a man's voice and a lot of moaning. AWKWAAAARD. I sat down at the table to get some food, and as soon as I did the grandpa ate a huge piece of amazing-looking brownies and then shoved the pan away from me so I wouldn't "spoil my dinner." What a freaking jerkface.

When the woman came out of the garage, she and her husband got into an argument that ended with, "YES, I AM HAVING AN AFFAIR!" I think she was cheating because her husband didn't want to experiment in the bedroom.

The "camera" view trailed off to a grassy setting, and then it was like I was looking at an image editing program. One half of the picture would change (because some guy kept moving objects around), and then I quickly mirrored the pic. I kept thinking, "I shouldn't be mirroring this to what HE does. He's going to think I'm submissive. He'll become an abusive husband!"

I kept watching everything from third person, and the scene led off into England. There were long, fancy cruise ships in a harbor, and half of them sailed away underwater like submarines. They navigated through underwater tunnels and let people off at various turns. Once someone was dropped off, it was up to them to get to their destination. I was watching a girl swimming, and she had a bright orange contraption on her back. It was a machine of some sort to help her swim down there, There was also a pair of goggles on her face, but nothing covered her nose or mouth.

More happened after that, but I don't remember what.

Originally Posted by Wolfsbane

I kept thinking, "Santa WILL come here. Santa exists!" But the jerk never showed up. I kept trying to summon a sleigh, and all I got was a magical flying coffee can and a flying dog.

You have to admit, though annoying, failed summonings are hilarious...

+Dec.15+

Flying energy vampires, unwelcome guests and Oneironaut!

I had all of this typed up on my laptop, but it's become apparent that thing isn't going to work any time soon (I know what I need to do to fix it). It's been a couple days, so I might have forgotten some detail.

1
I was at school studying for a trig test, but there were questions about chemistry on it. This was a huge end-of-the-year test, and I was freaking out a bit because I hadn't studied AT ALL. There were some weird formulas like "T1T2 = -|T1 + T2|" and other things that didn't make any sense. All of the text and numbers stayed constant, and they made sense gramatically. There was a word problem that said something like, "If Sally has a leopard print umbrella and wants to add trim to it, how should she measure the material?" The answer was "fold a 3x4 boot cut pattern." There was also a question asking what a "winterized" windshield would cost versus a "summer" windshield. When I woke up I was thinking, "What the hell. I've already graduated high school. Can't I be done with it already? "


2
I was watching this dream in third person. A winged boy flew up to a window in a grey stone tower that was at least 25 feet off the ground. The nearest entrance was a door 20 feet up that was made of iron bars, kind of like a bird cage. The room was a large, open space with blood red rugs and other medieval decorations. The windows were open-air, nothing more than gaps between the stones. A girl was already in the tower, and they talked about moving in together. I watched as the boy walked over to the window ledge and sat down saying, "You're better off this way. Please believe me..." and jumped.

However, his suicide attempt failed miserably. He landed on a rooftop three stories below, and tried to jump again. His body tumbled downward from roof to roof. I was watching all of this from the sky above, and I felt the tight grip of falling just as he did. He must have fallen at least 15 stories, when he eventually stopped on a roof 20 feet above the ground (yeah, these numbers don't quite match up). For one final attempt, he jumped again and had a clear shot to the ground. Just as he started to fall, his blue parachute deployed. (Um, who brings a parachute when they're trying to jump to their death?)

(It was about thiiiis high up.)

He gave up and flew back up to the tower. His roommate had changed the locks on the door and renamed his green pet parrots. He begged to be let in, but she coldly said, "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" He broke the door down and went inside. I was now looking through the eyes of the boy, and the roommate was a man. We had split the room in half and agreed to stay on our own sides. We each had something that looked like a digital clock on the wall, but the numbers looked like a scale. The "clocks" measured our energy levels. The average number was 10-15. Flying took energy, while eating and having sex replenished it.

My roommate was kind of chubby and looked like a deadbeat pimp. He always had women over, usually two or three at a time. I got sick of it, and from across the room I whispered, "As I breathe in, their energy, their life force is now mine." By taking deep breaths, I had reduced the girls to nothing more than mummies. My energy level got up to 60.533. My roommate kept bringing girls over, and he never figured out what was happening until the last girl. I tried to drain her, believe me, but every time I started to take her energy he replenished it. By stuffing his face and then having sex with her, he refilled her energy. The struggle wasn't worth it, so I just gave up. They got married, and he kept up his routine. He had eaten so much and she had so much excess energy that they both became obese. I just had to laugh a bit because in the end I had still won. By gaining well over 200 pounds, they'd lost their wings and the ability to fly.


3
I walked down a spiral staircase and into the next dream, and I was drinking some delicious iced coffee to boost my energy. As I passed people by, I could feel myself unintentionally absorbing their energy. Some picked up on it and became wary of me. I overheard one person thinking, "He had a dark look in his eyes... as if he was watching his shadow, not the ground." To erase his suspicions of me being a vampire of any sort, I briefly walked in the sunlight. It's not that I couldn't go into the light, it's just that I liked the shadows better.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I was in a stone courtyard of a university. Another set of stairs led to what looked like a fallout shelter where people throw booze bottles and other garbage, but I knew that there was an underground (in both senses of the word) rave. I kept walking until I got to the elevators. Just outside the doors was a computer on a desk. On the screen, a guy was on webcam. I think I knew him. By this point, I was finally female again, but I was wearing nothing but a red and white checkered apron and a pair of shoes. I leaned over to turn off the computer that somebody had carelessly left on, and a teenage boy walked by me. I was completely embarrassed because I thought he'd assume I was going to camwhore myself. I somehow wasn't embarrassed by the fact that I wasn't really wearing any clothes.

I walked into the elevator and was in a store where my mom and sister were shopping. My mom asked me, "If I get this shirt, would you want to borrow it?" I said no, because it was a really ugly pink and yellow, oversized tank top. She wanted to justify buying it, but she just put it back. I decided to get it for her since it was 67 cents. I also grabbed some edible pasties (no, not pastries) that looked like candy-coated chocolate gemstones. I was going to give them to a friend for Christmas in hopes that she would model them for me.


4
My sister was living with my mom and I, and my brother came to visit. He ended up staying for a few days, and then he started bringing all of his friends over. They were always partying in the backyard and blasting techno (not that I minded the music ). They started coming inside and eating all of our food and sleeping in our beds. When I went up to my room, there was a couple sitting in my closet making out. I barely saw them, but I kept thinking, "Please don't be having sex, please don't be having sex..." There was a big black dog sitting on my floor, and I screamed at it to get out. I was going to take a nap, but there was a guy in a sleeping bag on my bed.

(I have a river in my backyard!)

Frustrated, I grabbed my car keys and a few other things and stormed downstairs. When I saw my brother, he was going through our mail and filing cabinets. I screamed at him, "I'm so sick of you! I'm sick of your friends always being here! I'M LEAVING!" I instantly regretted saying that first part, but I stormed over to the garage anyway. I went through the house to the garage, and he tried to block me off by going outside. He ran shouting, "OH NO OH NO NO NO!" I closed the garage door and held it shut with my foot while I hid behind mom's truck. Through the window, I saw him looking for me outside and prayed he wouldn't see me. I went back into the house and tried to go out the front door.

(This is the best part...) Oneironaut was at my front door trying to get in! I put two wooden bars on the track of the sliding glass door to stop it from opening, but O forced open the door and cracked the sticks right in half. My best friend was with me at this point, and we ran into the living room and locked the second door, which we couldn't close all the way. O punched a big, meaty fist through the "shatterproof" glass and reached in to unlock the door. He reminded me of the hulk... Sorry O. You're cute, but you were one scary dude. please don't hurt me.

My friend and I ran through the house and locked ourselves in the room between the kitchen and garage. O was in the kitchen stomping around and clawing at the door, and my brother was in the garage screaming and growling. His glowing red eyes shone through the glass window in the door and onto the wall just above where my friend and I cowered.

We were trapped, and that's when I became lucid. I tightly shut my eyes and shouted, "None of this is real, nobody is here! I'm all alone in my house, and when I open my eyes everybody will be gone!" Thankfully it worked. I walked out to my car and then remembered my friend. I made her reappear, and she got mad at me because I made her vanish. I felt myself starting to wake up, but I clung on to the dream. I was thinking that I should do something cool since I was lucid, but we just got in my car and drove off. I wasn't sure where to go, so I floored it and drove over several lawns.

(I was only semi-lucid from here on.) We ended up at a gas station, and a little boy with fox ears walked in with us. He begged us (in a childlike way) to buy a Pepsi Blue for him (holy crap, I miss that stuff!). I walked around and grabbed a pack of wine coolers. I just figured, "I'm underage, but hey. I'm dreaming. I can drink and drive and buy alcohol."

I think by this point I'd lost lucidity. I walked around the store some more and started eating a Jello cup from off the shelf. It was really gross. There were shards of plastic in it, and it was really congealed. There was a big lump of solid gelatin in the middle. I tried to spit out all the plastic, but when I got to the lump I just said screw it and spat all of it out.

"Zombie Jesus is the fire of my life!" hahaha! I think I really want that as a bumper sticker...

+Dec.16+

False awakenings, shadow figures, and an attempt at the monthly task

There was a lot more before this, but this is the interesting part.

I went to stay with my best friend in Cali (I'm in Ohio) for a week. Her stepdad was around a bit, but he was at work most of the time. (The night before, her family was also in my dream.) My friend (Carrilyn) and I slept most of the days we were together. Sometimes I'd crawl out of bed and go talk to her if she was awake, or I just sat at the foot of her bed and stared off into the dark room.At one point while we were talking in my room at home, the hairs on our necks stood up. We got a really creepy feeling that someone or something was outside the door. I swung it open and only saw a polished river stone on the floor. (Sidenote: the doorknob was really cool. It was solid plastic and had translucent rainbow stripes. )

We waited silently, taking only shallow breaths. I watched the base of the door for shadow movements, and then I saw something walk by. I opened the door and saw a line of shadow children prancing down the stairs. I tried to grab one, but they moved out of my reach. The whole time I was thinking, "This is real! but this can't be real!" Freaked out, I went back into my room and shut the door. I tried to turn on the light, but the switch didn't work. Carrilyn was also gone, leaving me all by myself. Outside my window was nothing but darkness, but my room still had a creepy red hue (because of my snake's infrared heat lamp). In contrast, the room across the hallway had sunlight pouring in through the window.

I screamed to wake myself up, and then I was laying in my bed. I chewed on my lip and saw shadowed movements in my room. I screamed and thrashed and kept trying to wake up. In one FA, I thought I was still asleep because it was so hard to keep my eyes open. In the next FA, everything seemed normal, and I was able to stay awake. I scratched at my face and felt nothing and then questioned if that should hurt or not. When I reached for my (still tender) cartilage piercing, I pulled the blanket up over my ear because I was afraid of something seeing me do my RCs. Just before I reached my ear, I felt something scamper over the top of my sheets. All I saw was a brief shadow, but I think it was a big tarantula. I screamed some more, but I still couldn't wake up.

I gave up and became fully lucid. For the final RC, I punched my window out and made sure to step on the glass shards. As I crawled outside, I saw Carrilyn in the room I had just left. I was in a New York sort of place, and the building I was was entirely tinted window panes. As I scaled the side of the building, I thought to myself, "What if I'm sleepwalking right now? Carrilyn's stepdad would be so mad at me..." As I got closer to the top of the building, the windows became clear blue like the Hawaiian shores. I kept saying, "When I get to the top, I will be able to fly. I will fly to the North Pole." I got to the top, and none other than SANTA CLAUS himself was up there! "Oh Santa, I knew you were real! Can you take me to the North Pole?"

He agreed but said that I couldn't ask for anything else, and said that I had to say goodbye to all of my dream friends first (all of the ones I made in the previous dream). They were all talking ornaments in boxes, but my dream self didn't seem phased by that. I kissed all of my friends goodbye and said that I would never forget them. I felt the dream slipping away, and so I let it go and woke up (for real this time).

I got a little closer to December's task... Maybe next time.

I've been doing a lot of screaming in my dreams these past few nights.


I sat up in bed (and chewed my lip for an RC), and I looked at my mirror. I swear to God I saw Santa's sleigh on my wall! It looked like a painting of black lines similar to other drawings on my walls. I saw the sleigh and reindeer move across the wall. They moved out of the mirror's sight and were gone. It was a pretty detailed painting, too. It was small, but I could see the reins and jingle bells. What the hell...

Edit: Not only was I seeing things, but I was also not seeing things. When I looked at my mirror today, I realized that I should have seen the other drawings in it when I saw the sleigh. Instead, I just saw a blank white wall behind the sleigh. I know for certain that I was awake because two seconds later I stood up and went downstairs.


And another thing... As I was laying on my stomach after waking up once, I felt two brief full body vibrations/twinges. I was wide awake, too. No idea what that was about...


Am I starting to lose it?

Originally Posted by csyae

"Zombie Jesus is the fire of my life!" hahaha! I think I really want that as a bumper sticker...

We should make those and include them free with the purchase of a King James Bible.

btw, welcome to the site, and thank you for reading this stuff.



PS: to anybody who reads this, I added a dream to a previous post.

There's only two pages
Love your dreams lol I need to get back into writing mine down!

+Dec.19+

DV soulmate and an orphanage run by evil scientists

There's a lot I left out because these are long enough as it is. I may add pictures if I can figure out what to add.

I was back in high school, and I was in the school band (same teacher and classmates that I actually had). We were in an "outdoor classroom," and we were messing around before class started. There was a "magical" wishing well where lost fairy tale characters went to find help. Snow White and three dwarves showed up and asked where she could find seven orphans (apparently there's ten dwarves/orphans now). Cinderella showed up asking where the nearest mall was because she needed shoes. Some wicked witch saw all of this and became pissed off. All of the niceness and community service disgusted her. She was deceivingly beautiful with long red hair and a black/purple/green gauzy dress. She and her white horse went over to the well with a plate full of poisoned cookies. They were going to feign helplessness, but instead fell into the well. When they were rescued, they turned good. (Yeah, that's really corny.)

The teacher called us over to our seats for a performance. I was freaking out because I didn't know what we were playing, and I didn't even have an instrument. It was bad... I was wondering if I could get away without playing (or at least faking it), but then I remembered that performances count towards your grade. I was about to sit in the front row, but then figured I should sit in the last chair of the flute section since I had no idea what was going on. I tried to borrow a flute from the girl next to me (or any of the other flautists who were playing bassoon for that song), but as I was asking the girl, all of the music stopped and she started to whistle loudly. I guess that was her solo... The rest of the band started singing at that point, and I at least tried to lipsync. I don't remember the words exactly, but I think "red" was one of them.

I gave up and went inside a school building. I was in a class watching some cartoon fairy tales, but I couldn't concentrate at all. The guy next to me was talking while I drew all over his books with a sharpie. I felt bad because we were being so loud, but the rest of the class seemed unphased. I walked out of the room and explored the school a bit. It was a huge brick building with tall ceilings and at least ten stories. I went to the computer lab and logged on to DV. There was a person I kept seeing around who didn't have an avatar, and I couldn't see any of their posts. It's like they were an online ghost. There was something about that person that I felt drawn to. I had to find out who it was. I scoured the internet for information, but only found a picture of rabbits. That person had been looking for me too, and also found a picture of rabbits. He (?) couldn't see my avi or posts either. He came very close to finding my email address but was off by one letter. The whole thing was very weird...

2
I heard footsteps coming, so I bolted out the room. I nearly flew up the flights of stairs (while the nurse was telling me not to run) and after I had climbed up a tricky set of stairs (all banister and no steps), I ended up in the "off-limits" area of the school. It looked like my old house, and had a total of five stories. Every story looked the same, but there were slight atmospheric differences. The first two felt normal, the third had a blue tint, the fourth gave you goosebumps, and the fifth had red lighting and made the hair on your neck stand up. It was pretty creepy. In my mind I saw a group of scientists in white lab coats huddled around some blueprints for world domination or something. I sat in my old bedroom and watched the hallway. I felt people walking by, even though the most I could ever see was a brief shadowed figure. I climbed out the window and on to the roof. It was hard to pull myself up (deja vu!), but I was able to remember how I did it in a previous dream. I was only one story off the ground, and below me was my old backyard.

The house had two underground floors and three above ground. I think the underground ones were for the "bad" test subjects among other things that they wanted to hide from the world. The "third" floor (the ground floor) was for average test subjects with average results, the fourth floor was empty, and the fifth was for highly advanced test subjects with psionic powers (just like room 5 in V for Vendetta). I leaned over the edge of the roof and looked into a window. My friend Brittani was in that room, and I told her to come join me. She would have made it out, but I told her to shut the door so they wouldn't see her. I can't figure out if we weren't supposed to be in there at all, or if we were just sneaking around out of our rooms. Either way, we had to avoid being caught. The warden saw her trying to escape and carried her away. Britt was only on the third floor, and so she was expendable. I never saw her again, but I know something bad happened to her and that it was all my fault.

I huddled on the roof where they wouldn't see me, and I wept for my friend. As I was watching my shadow, it didn't do exactly everything that I did. I think a film director was taking footage of it for a movie I was in, and he had to edit my shadow to move exactly as he wanted it to. I could overhear the scientists inside talking about me, and how my progress has made their profits shoot through the sky. They were praising my abilities and said that I was the star pupil of the fifth floor. I have no idea what kind of tests they were doing on me. I climbed back in through a window and ran through the house and out the front door. I ran at least five miles in two minutes. I could hear a little girl narrating, "My legs were on fire but I kept running. I couldn't let them take me back to that awful place..." I saw her entire story played out in my mind, and it was then that I found out I was running from an all-girls orphanage. I was reliving her story, but at least I knew what to do.

I ran into a "hospital" that was just a floor of offices. Private investigators, lawyers, politicians and a nurse. I asked the nurse for a bandaid and some lotion, but she shooed me out. Next I had to find a fire station. Instead I found a cafeteria where my friends from the orphanage were hanging out. They were released because they didn't have any special abilities. They were glad to see me, but asked me to leave because I could get them in trouble. (I hope this part doesn't offend anybody.) The warden managed to find me and sent transgendered superheroes after me. They had the power of being transgendered, I guess. There were two pairs of them, both wearing a pink or blue lycra body suit. They shot beams of pink and blue at me, which I managed to avoid. I found out that one of the superheroes was the soulmate from DV I had been looking for, and we ran away together. I don't quite remember what else happened, but when the dream ended I was the Grim Reaper and my best friend was a bag of Cheerios.

I LMAO at your dreams.
I sense you have a major thing for red heads lol.

She was deceivingly beautiful with long red hair

I don't remember the words exactly, but I think "red" was one of them.

Plus that other dream with red haired Wendy girl in it lol.

lol. I'm glad my dreams entertain more people than just me.

When I first read that, I thought you said "red herbs," implying that I was doing drugs.

Haha, good eye. I never noticed the whole red thing. I don't have a thing for redheads in particular. Maybe my subconscious does, though.
Honestly, "Wendy" wasn't hot at all. She looked about 13 and had a bad case of pillow hair. xD

PS: Thanks for reading all that! I was doubtful that anybody would.

lol you've been reading to many of my posts, you automatically assumed I said herbs. hehe

Hehe well I got nothin else to do and they are very entertaining

Also, if your subconscious does, you do lol

I haven't really remembered any dreams for the past few days, which is very unusual. I've been sleeping pretty deeply I think, because I've slept through my alarm a couple times. I kind of remember the dreams when I awake, but I forget them in seconds. Argh, I miss my dreams.

Since I don't have any recent ones to make a post out of, I want to post this one I found in an old online journal. I'll try to find any others I've written about.

I still think about this dream sometimes. I want to go back to it, but I don't feel like I should yet.



+June.16.2006+

I had a strange dream last night... Normally I just brush off my dreams because they're always so random and full of nonsense, but I was talking to Justin about it and part of it seemed to really catch his attention.

It started out with the two of us in a lush grassy field, and then we were in a more dried, yellow grass African scenery. It was in the field of my elementary school, and the building was somewhere behind me. There was a pride of lions scattered about on the grass. The males were pitch black and had dread lock manes with gems in them. Their eyes were a piercing emerald color. The females had rich caramel colored fur. They all seemed to radiate strength, both mentally and physically. They had very defined muscles. The alpha male was as big as a draft horse, and the females weren't much smaller. He was chasing off competitive males, but never strayed too far from the pride. He looked straight at me. I knew that he could have easily killed me, but I felt no fear. I knew that he wouldn't hurt me, and his gaze made me feel like I was one of them. They seemed fiercely powerful and gentle at the same time. They radiated deep magic, as if they or their kind had been around forever. I realized then that my boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, so I took off running to look for him. I kept running until I hit pavement, and then I was in the parking lot of a shabby Chinese restaurant. From then on, it only gets weirder and more like my typical dreams. That part doesn't seem important in the least, so I'll just leave it out. I never did find my boyfriend. I think the lions may have made him go away. They seemed pretty hostile towards outsiders, and it probably doesn't help that he's hurt me in the past.

(Pic from the internet, edited by me.)

I'm just going to wait and see if they show up again. That's all I really can do, I guess. If they do, I'd like to find out their names, what they are, and why they've come to me. I'm curious as to what the answers would be, even if it's nothing more than a dream. Oh, and not that I fully believe in the zodiac or anything, but I'm a Leo if that makes any difference. I've always felt a connection to cats, too. Even the grouchy ones like me. :]

Hey, just want to say that I really enjoy your dreams lol

also, it's amazing the kind of recall that you have, especially the detail that you write of.

LOL, I'm subscribed, and just wanted to tell you to keep it up!

I like your dreams

These dreams are from various nights.

1
I was still in high school, but it looked like a cross between my high school, middle school and elementary school. It was the last day of my senior year, and more than half of the students didn't bother showing up. I walked through the halls and only saw a couple kids in class. When I walked through the cafeteria, only 20 people were in there. One guy was sitting by himself eating a tray piled with hash browns. I could hear the unanimous thought of everybody in the room: "Now that the school is empty, we don't have to worry about anybody seeing us eat. We no longer have to put on a show and pretend that we never feel hunger."

I walked outside and crossed a cement path to another building. Red and orange leaves swirled around on the ground, and I felt very serene in that moment. When I walked inside, I saw a guy I first met when we were four. We embraced tightly and talked about how crazy it is that we've known each other for 14 years. I left him to go talk to my college English teacher, and she had jewelry display cases in the room. I looked around and decided to buy a green bellyring. As I dug through my bag looking for my wallet, I apologized for keeping the teacher so late (it was already 6 PM).

I don't quite remember this part of the dream, but when I was in class there were some bitchy girls whispering in the back of the room. They're the same ones who (irl) were calling my friend and I dykes. They never said shit to my face, though. I called them out in the middle of class and asked what the fuck their problem was. A few kids joined in and took my side, but the rest of the class didn't notice a thing. We embarassed the hell out of those girls, and they eventually ran out of the class.

When the last class ended, I walked outside and returned to the serene autumn leaves. I was really upset that high school had ended. I bit back my tears for the entire walk home. When I got there, my dance troupe was in my sun room about to start practice. The only thing is, we were going to make the music instead of dance to it. I sat down with them and was handed an empty soda bottle to use as a drum. Nobody had a real instrument, and nobody was even sure when to start playing. I tried to use a plastic lid as a metronome, but it didn't quite work. I think we were just desperate and raided the recycle bin.

The scene was kind of creepy. None of the house lights were on, and it was dark and raining outside. Our only light source was a steet lamp. I saw people walking into my driveway, and they were awkward and slow-moving like zombies. I briefly wondered if I was awake or not, but the thought was dismissed when a friend walked inside with a fire extinguisher. He was trying to get my English teacher to buy it, and insisted that it's in good condition and will hold up. To demonstrate, he took a crowbar and banged it a few times. The metal safety pin got bent up a little bit. There was also an apple attatched to the extinguisher (a vital part of it, I think). He accidentally bruised the apple, but the teacher bought it anyway.


2
I barely remember this one. I was with some family at a BBQ, and I started eating a sandwich that had shredded chicken in it. I was disgusted at first, but then tried to justify it by thinking, "Just this once is okay. I'll be vegetarian again tomorrow." Then I was eating some ribs, and it was so gross. I kept asking myself why I was eating them, and yet I kept eating. My vegan friend showed up and gave me this wide-eyed look and said, "Um.. you're eating meat..."

Argh, I hate dreams like that. Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could go back to meat. It'd just be too awkward.


3
This one is from a month or two ago when it was actually warm out. I was at a friend's house watching The Office (irl), and we were laying on her bed. I started to doze off a little bit and had a short dream that I was riding my motorcycle just as I did a few days prior. I was on a road in the country and I came up to a stop sign. I slammed on the brakes, and I started to fly over the handlebars. I woke up when my legs flinched badly. I thought I'd imagined the flinching until my friend asked what happened. I've had other dreams where I wake up with a flinch, but I was never quite sure if it actually happened or not.

(This is Isabella, my baby. She's a 250 Honda Rebel. Small, but fits me perfectly.)

Originally Posted by rdog

also, it's amazing the kind of recall that you have, especially the detail that you write of.

Aww, thank you!

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+Dec.23+

Extreme pollution, xmas eve annoyances, and...

Delphinus!

1
I was in my room taking pictures of some rainbow Christmas lights that were wrapped around a small table. I had some fake decorative vines on my wall, and they went through my bed and looked like wispy plant roots at the bottom. Through the camera lens, all of it looked like an outdoor scene. When I set the camera down, I was in the scene I just saw. It was a steep, grassy hill with pine trees at the top and small oak trees on the incline. I was taking pictures of two DC friends who were there with me (one boy, one girl). Nearer to the top of the hill was a big haul-away trash bin, and next to it was a bright yellow dump truck/crane with a radioactive symbol on the side. We asked the construction workers if we could go to the cave on the top of the hill, and they said yes. This was surprising because I got the feeling this was a restricted access government project. They used the crane to move the trash bin so that we could go up (we could have just walked around it), and a shoe box full of "printer cartridges" fell down at us (they were actually laptop hard drives). The construction workers said, "We'll let you up in a minute. Just let us dump this stuff first." They tipped over the dump truck, and a deluge of thick, black crude oil came pouring down at us. We jumped out of the way and hid behind some trees, but the oil just kept pouring. All of it gathered around the hill base, making it seem like we were on an island. Even when the oil stopped running downhill, the black sea kept growing. The oil seemed to go on forever.

(Picture drawn in one minute.)

I was clinging on to the top of a chain link fence a couple feet away from the island, trying not to get hit by the waves of oil crashing on the shore. The sky turned grey, and dirty rain drenched everything in sight. I was trying to keep my dress clean, but when the rain started I stopped caring. I jumped on to the shore and gathered my stuff, including a purse that one of the DC friends gave to me. I remember thinking, "It figures. The first purse that someone ever gives me ends up being covered in oil." The box of "printer cartridges" had spilled onto the grass, and I gathered all of them so that they wouldn't be swallowed by the sea and make matters worse. It was still raining, but the sea had calmed down.

(The black sea looked like this.)

Bad pollution makes me want to cry. I hate seeing the earth abused like this, and I know that as a human I contribute to it.

2
I walked between two trees to get back to my friends, and as I did I ran my hand over one of the trees. It felt cold and glassy smooth, and when I looked at it I saw a section of outer bark missing, and in the middle a piece of clear packing tape had been stuck on. The entire scene was different. It was still a grassy area with trees, but the land was flat and had a couple of horse stables off to the side. The tree was hollow, and I could see the ground through a hole in it. I found a few other trees like that, and some of them had silverware laying near the base. There were also a couple plastic lids covered in orange juice. I got mad because I was trying to keep the "house" clean, and my mom had been leaving dishes scattered everywhere. I picked up some utensils and took them into a real house.

I stopped at the doorway of a room made of smooth, red stone. There were staircases along all of the walls, but only two of them actually led up. The rest were for decoration. There were two rectangular holes in the ceiling where the stairs led to, and I could see daylight pouring in. There was nothing else in the room except for a baker's rack with some spices on it and a "dish basket" in the middle of the room. I tried to toss the silverware in it and missed, but I was too mad to care. I stormed through the house looking for mom to yell at her, but instead I found "dad" and was mad at him for the dishes. He was in his 40s, white, and had light brown hair. Sure as hell wasn't my dad. I dug my nails into his arms and yelled out all of my frustrations.

I tried to hurt him, but he was at least three times my size. I ran outside, and suddenly I was a little girl trying to escape an enraged father. I made it to the side of the house before he grabbed me from behind. I tried to claw at him, but he had my arms pinned to my sides. We both fell over, and he tried to grab my hand to stop me from clawing. I wasn't a little girl anymore, but I still couldn't beat him. I tried to apologize, but he was still angry. This is the part that I'm really nervous to write about... Instead of my hand, he accidentally grabbed my breast. At first he was embarrassed, but then I saw that look in his eyes. At this point, I don't think he was my "father" anymore. He started to turn me over onto my back, and then I woke up when my friend crawled back into bed beside me (she spent the night). I'm so glad she woke me up... (Note: That last part isn't based on any real life events.) I was a little bit scared, but more than anything I felt like I was watching the world through someone else's eyes.


3
I don't remember too much of this one. I was married to the friend who spent the night (my hot vegan friend who is unfortunately straight), and we were cuddling on my couch and drinking hot chocolate. It's really not hard to imagine why I dreamed about that, especially since she's a sleep cuddler. The lighting in the room was soft, almost like candlelight. There was some red light coming from the far wall where we decorated a house plant. I don't remember what we said exactly, but it was all lovey-dovey stuff and admiring our wedding rings. We would make such an awesome couple.


4
I got up and had to get ready for Christmas dinner. There were people in my room (family, I think) just hanging out and talking. One of them spilled grape jam on my bed, and it bled through the sheets. He said that it's not a big deal and then offered to buy a new bed for me, but I just said "Fuck you" and tore off all the sheets to wash them. Delphinus was texting me, and he sent me the directions to his house. I looked at the map on my phone screen and didn't recognize any of the streets. I just texted back, "I'll see what I can do. I need to take care of some stuff over here first."

I told my mom that I was going to take a quick shower before dinner, but she wouldn't let me. She said that I had to go downstairs and eat with the family. When I got to the kitchen, nobody was there. I started making some food for myself (spinach, bacon bits and something else layered in a bowl). Then I realized that the bacon was real meat and tried to rescue the spinach. I just threw the whole thing out and ate some frozen jello (yay, no meat-eating dream!). I was going to sneak into the shower, but then grandma showed up. I stayed in the kitchen with her for a bit, and then more people came over. I was so frustrated because I just wanted to take a shower, but that opportunity had gone straight out the window. I woke up when my friend rolled over in bed.

Aw... Sorry about the pollution... But hey! I was in it!

Don't feel bad...

Can't read them all right now but WOW that motorbike is cool. I'm jealous now. I'm goin to my beach house in a few days I think, damn it would be cool to ride a bike.

Aww, thanks for the hug, Del.


Tommo: Omg it's so much fun! It was scary at first, but it's amazing when you get on to the country roads. Driving in town sucks, though. I'm just glad I wear a full-faced helmet so that people don't see me grinning like an idiot.
And thanks! Isabella would be flattered to know that people think she's cool. xD
(Just fyi, I don't always refer to my bike as a person.)

Have fun at your beach house! (oh how I envy you.)


I managed to unearth two more freaky dreams, but I'm saving those for a time when I don't have any recent dreams to write about.

Originally Posted by Wolfsbane

I briefly wondered if I was awake or not, but the thought was dismissed when a friend walked inside with a fire extinguisher. He was trying to get my English teacher to buy it, and insisted that it's in good condition and will hold up. To demonstrate, he took a crowbar and banged it a few times. The metal safety pin got bent up a little bit. There was also an apple attatched to the extinguisher (a vital part of it, I think). He accidentally bruised the apple, but the teacher bought it anyway.

LMAO this is hilarious. I find these things so funny. Some dude just tries to sell a teacher a fire extinguisher and shows how strong it is by smashing it LOOOOL.

Also this is the second dream where you were playing in a band thing but didn't know what to do. And both times no instrument lol.

lol. I just don't question my mind anymore. I think a lot of this stuff isn't even interpretable.
I think at first he was smashing it with another fire extinguisher, but then it looked like a crowbar. If I had to, I would have used that thing to smash in some zombie heads.

I must be reliving those four years of school band. I didn't suck that much. I just never practiced.

Originally Posted by Wolfsbane

(This is the best part...) Oneironaut was at my front door trying to get in! I put two wooden bars on the track of the sliding glass door to stop it from opening, but O forced open the door and cracked the sticks right in half. My best friend was with me at this point, and we ran into the living room and locked the second door, which we couldn't close all the way. O punched a big, meaty fist through the "shatterproof" glass and reached in to unlock the door. He reminded me of the hulk... Sorry O. You're cute, but you were one scary dude. please don't hurt me.

You see??
All that running and screaming, and all I wanted to do was share my chocolate skittles with you.


*sigh*...story of my life.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

You see??
All that running and screaming, and all I wanted to do was share my chocolate skittles with you.


*sigh*...story of my life.

Those things taste terrible.

Originally Posted by oniman7

Those things taste terrible.

I've never actually tried them. Lol. Maybe that IS why she was running away.