Date of dream: Thursday, June 05, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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I'm in the ocean, standing a little further out than where the waves are crashing. The water is murky, and it comes up to about my chest.
I'm playing a game that I play whenever I'm at the beach. Everytime a wave comes, I try to jump up so I won't end up under the water. But there are a few waves that come that I know will be too big for me to jump over, so instead, I dive under them.
Then I realize that, little-by-little, I'm slowly being carried by the tide further into the ocean.
I learn that at a certain distance under water from the shore, the sand will immediately drop off into the unknown, so I'm scared that I'll accidentally be carried away to that point if I happen to drift any further.
I turn and face the entire ocean and see the drop off a few feet away from me. It is even murkier than the water surrounding me.
I see a dead shark that has turned black and is floating where the drop off point is under the surface of the water. I remember thinking how much it looks like rubber.
Additional Comments:
My brother and I play a game like this when we're at the beach, where we have to jump high enough so
that our heads are above the waves as they come into the shore. If we can't jump high enough, we lose.
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Date of dream: Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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I'm in an open area outside that resembles a park. The grass is exceptionally green.
Ten black men come walking over a hill towards the group of people I am with. The man who's in charge of the group of people that I'm with tells the ten black men to line up in front of all of us so that we can get a good look at them. We're trying to figure out who is about to commit a crime, someone has something that can harm the group I'm with.
The ten men all look like the same person, but they're wearing different clothes and accessories to disguise their likeness. Some of the men have white and gray hair, some are wearing hats and necklaces, some are dressed younger than they should be.
One thing I notice is that four or five of the men are wearing pale blue skinny "headbands." I think this is odd because I have only ever seen girls wearing headbands like these. I think the blue looks really nice against their black skin and gray hair, but I condescendingly state something about the headbands to the leader of my group. I say it in a way that is meant as a joke, and everybody laughs except our leader.
We think we know the man in their group that is meant to commit a crime. Suddenly everything grows chaotic, because someone in our group was about to commit a crime or has something that could harm the black men. Our leader tries to make a deal with the ten men, saying that our crimes and weapons could "cancel each other out," that we could simply just form a truce and both be on our ways.
The next thing I remember seeing is a hand gun lying on its side on a piece of flimsy metal, which is sticking out of something on a wooden picnic table.
Additional Comments:
I woke up and thought about how much I felt like I was just in a CSI episode. The more I think
about it, the more the black men all look like the man that I see sitting outside the apartments
down the street that I always try to wave to.
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