Date of dream: Sunday, April 01, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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I am in my apartment with my family (who are visiting, I guess) when there is an earthquake. Like my
previous dream, there is water everywhere, but it is only about six feet deep, now. I go out onto my
deck and look down at the water. I realize that the "underwater world" is dying. Everything looks
dead, too. All the plant life is brown and limp. I used to be able "swim" in the air here, but since
the world is dying, it takes a great effort to swim/fly to the street to check the mail and back.
There is a package there, so I bring it back with me. Once I'm inside again, I give my sister her
package, and open my own. It's from my aunt, Nannette and seems to be something like the old school
Polly Pockets. When I open the pocket, I realize that it's actually a portal. By bending my head
toward the toy, I am sucked into (or through?) it and into some sort of space station.
The station is huge and all one giant sphere. It seems to be made out of some kind of glass. It's
actually stained glass, so everything has hues of blue and orange and the black that is the
background of space. There is no gravity, and it's a relief to me because I had missed the flying of
the underwater world.
There are consoles and things everywhere. I look closely at one of the shelves and realize that all
over the sphere, in different areas, are tiny little civilizations. It's like watching life evolve.
I'm amazed by this, but then I start to wonder how I'm supposed to get back. I look around and think
to myself that there is no Stargate, so how am I supposed to leave? As I'm floating around, it
occurs to me that one of the stained glass panels near the top of the sphere is actually an
emergency transport back to the real world.
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Date of dream: Saturday, March 31, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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I, apparently, go to school in Chicago. My sister, my two roommates, and I are going to New York on
a train to see my childhood friend, Mary. While on the train, my mother calls and asks how it's
going. I tell her that we're almost there. Everything is blue-ish and dreary.
We get to Mary's place and she invites us in. It seems like it's a basement apartment, but
everything has a orange tone to it and seems brighter and more spacious than a basement apartment
has any right to. She takes us upstairs (?) and now it is my apartment, only not. I mean, the
setting is my apartment, but I know in the dream that it's Mary's. Rather than being a flat,
however, the apartment is in a huge apartment building, on a very high floor.
She has a large bay window in her living room and as I look out to the harbour (which looks
suspiciously like Halifax Harbour), I realize that something terrible is coming. Suddenly, a huge
wave starts moving toward us from the ocean. Water starts to leak in when it hits the window and
soon enough, the entire apartment is submerged.
There are tiny pockets of air in some rooms, and my sister and I find one. It runs out quickly,
though, and I start to panic. I pull her along with me into another room where one of my roommates
and a whole bunch of other people are as well. There is another air pocket here, as well, so I push
her up toward it, but I know that they're all going to die anyway.
I swim out to the living room where my other roommate is. It's getting hard to hold my breath now,
but it seems that I can continue to do so indefinitely - it just becomes more and more
uncomfortable. As I swim toward a window, I can hear the movement of water behind me and know that
my roommate has drowned. I don't want to look, so I push the window open and swim outside. The water
is everywhere; I can't even see the surface.
Additional Comments:
I have no idea why this dream takes place entirely in another country, but maybe I just don't want
bad things to happen to my home . o.o
This was the first dream I've ever had (that I remember) that I can actually call a nightmare. I've
had stressful dreams in the past, but none of them ever stayed with me once I woke up. This one has
bothered me a for a while and I'm only now able to write about it.
I also realized that my number one fear is drowning after thinking about this dream for a few days.
Yippee. =/
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Date of dream: Friday, May 21, 2004
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I am Harry Potter (which is strange because I'm usually a Slytherin). I'm in a Quidditch practice
and Ron is a beater. The coach is someone I've never seen before, but he seems nice enough. I guess
we're practicing with Ravenclaw because the other team is wearing all blue. At any rate, we all
stand in a line in the middle of the pitch, facing the person who plays our position on the other
team. When the coach blows the whistle, we kick off and the other seeker and I start racing for the
snitch. The feeling of flying is very exciting, but it takes some concentration to change speed and
altitude - though not direction, I've just got to pull the end of the broom stick in the direction I
want. I'm keenly aware of Ron flying over me and yelling something, but I can't hear him. I make a
quick turn up and to the left and I can feel the other seeker right behind. I grab the snitch really
easily and it's slightly larger than I expected.
I'm suddenly walking with Hermione down a stone corridor and then up a spiral staircase. She's
leading me somewhere, but I have no idea where. There's nothing on any of the walls, only torches,
so I guess we must be an unused part of the castle. We enter a brightly lit and decorated circular
room and I think Hagrid is there. There's someone older waiting for us, and I just get the
impression that it's Hagrid.
Again, I'm back on the Quidditch pitch and the exact same practice is going on. It's as though the
scene is replaying and I have to live through it all over again. I remember wondering what was going
on, but I couldn't do anything different from the first time.
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