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.:Crying:.

Date of dream: Thursday, February 18, 2010

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I ended up outside a gate, running into Roma and a friend of her's. They had no where to go, so I suggested we go somewhere. Well, it was my old middle school--in the cafiteria during lunch. I was hungry for hotdogs and said so loud enough for the other adults/supervisors to hear me. One older guy came over and offered food, being flirty, weird, whatever. Sitting at a table, soon tons of guys were coming over and hitting on me. Roma got a little bent out of shape and yelled; 'I want some love!' I felt bad, and let her have some attention. I had to get to work anyway.

So I had two hours to get back into the downtown area, but first I had to go home and change. The MAX was running in all sorts of directions and I got lost trying to find the westbound route. I found myself at a giant field and there was a sunset, with an asian couple walking down the hill to find the MAX. It was farther and farther, and although the scenery was rural and beautiful, I started crying. I started crying because I thought I was going to be late for work, and because I lost Chris. I cried so perfusely, missing him and wishing nothing bad had happened. As I cried and cried, outside it got darker and darker. And eventually... I reached downtown again.

.:Urban Exploration:.

Date of dream: Friday, May 23, 2008

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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On an overcast day, a few people and I were at Ogo's place, and eventually we were all standing/sitting on top of a small building. I was about to ask him if he had ever explored a near-by, abandoned apartment but he immediately knew. 
"Yeah, but, this is the part where you have to ask yourself how bad it's going to hurt in the morning." He said, as he walked cautiously onto a steel roof that dented.
He and I made it inside an abandoned apartment, something like in Chernobyl, but much more recently abandoned. I assume that here was the same case too, because we couldn't eat any of the food, it was all contaminated with radioactivity. We went into a small apartment with a cat door inside the front door; there was a old nintendo with controllers laying all over the floor near the tv. A typical apartment, bedrooms and a kitchen. I snopped inside what must had been the parent's bedroom, and looked inside the right and left drawers, both were filled with the same color of nailpolish, a bright to teal, to a faded blueish/clear/green. Next I went into the kitchen, and forgetting that we weren't supposed to eat the food; I took a bite of the cookie. After I had realized what I had done, I wanted to leave. So we left, and I remember standing on the other side of the fence as Ogo was climbing down, meanwhile wishing and hoping I was going to be okay. I thought; what if it's enough to kill me? What if I feel weird in the next few days, and think it's nothing? What if, I can feel death in emotion a few days before it, and because of it's being so unfamiliar, I don't recognize it as dieing?...

.:Fairs & Wars:.

Date of dream: Saturday, May 03, 2008

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I remember trying to sell hot dogs and festival food in a maroon and white tent, replicated much like Saturday Market. My family was there, making more success in their tent than in mine, but rightfully so, I was too lazy to actually display the menus and cook the hot dogs.
Nick arrived, with short blonde hair. I thought he was absolutely hideous, I kept confusing him with someone else on account of his new hairsyle.
There was a castle near the tents, and we all retreated inside, only to go out and face an ancient battle with axes, flags with crests, swords, and horses. It actually looked a lot like Harvey Clarke's playground. I hid under my tent instead, and it had gotten smaller, but I think I was safe... I popped out anyway, and ran where ever I could.

Additional Comments:

This dream occured after my friends and I had watched 'Cloverfield'. That movie scared me. =(