Date of dream: Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent? No
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Back when I was in high school or college--probably the former--I started a novel called True Believers, about alien abductions taking place at a college. The two main characters were college student characters of mine called Puck Benteen and Anders Carlsson; other characters were Jacob, a teenager, and Al Goodwin, a hypnotherapist. I had at least two or three sequels planned, one in which Anders gained a girlfriend named Julie Newcomb. Basically the novels were about the psychological experiences they went through during and following their abductions. I got a good way through the first novel, and started two sequels, but it petered out and I put it away and haven't touched it since. I do know that it would need SERIOUS reworking if I were to start it up again, especially Jacob's subplot in the entire story, but even with as messy as it was it probably went a good way toward establishing some of my story ideas and storylines later on.
I had a dream that I was pretending to be the various characters of this novel and series. I was at what I think was supposed to be my Grandma B.'s house, only it looked a lot more like my Grandma H.'s house; it was nighttime and there were bright outside lights shining as we were outside in the yard. There was a family gathering or something but I was at ease here, just running around roleplaying my characters. I think it was summer because it was nice out. My memory of this whole dream is vague; I just know I kept pretending various scenarios I thought might be interesting in the story. I went running into the backyard at one point and there was a concrete porch/stoop here, like there used to be at Grandma B.'s long ago (the look of the house and its location were more like Grandma H.'s--I think it was near a swamp), and I climbed up on this and sat down, dangling my legs and enjoying the weather, but then some ANTS crawled up on my legs!! I didn't flip out, however, as I normally would, even in a dream; though I did have some difficulty wiping them off. Ick!! I decided to leave the porch before I could get more on me and I may have walked through the house and back into the front yard. I looked up at the sky a lot. I mostly pretended to be Anders Carlsson, Al Goodwin, and Jacob; Puck Benteen, oddly enough, didn't seem to be involved in my pretending. Primarily I think I imagined things about Anders's latest abduction experiences after the hiatus in the series, and of Jacob returning (I can't say from where without spoiling the plot :P ), and kind of coming to on the ground and looking around himself in utter confusion. Maybe somebody else, another character, would come help him. The stars were out and I kept looking up as if expecting to see a UFO.
When I awoke from the dream I was actually feeling kind of inspired, which is odd, because I have not worked on that series in ages and have no plans to! Still, it was rather interesting, what ideas I got. Even before I went back to sleep I lay in bed and vaguely pretended I was Jacob, in a hospital bed, glancing around in panic and not knowing where he was or how he got there. I may have dreamed about this a bit more before waking up for good.
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Date of dream: Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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I dreamed that a book I've had my eye on at eBay got at least two bids on it and the price had been driven up from 99 cents, I think, to over $50 or $70! I really want the book but I do not think I want it THAT much! Even in my dream I decided not to even bid on it, though I felt very bad because I'd wanted it so much. -_- I wondered why on Earth other people had bid so MUCH on it! It's not even an antique or anything!
In the dream, and afterward when awake, I sat and thought over just how much I would be willing to spend on something. Even $30 or $40, which is often a cutoff point for me, is a whole lot for some of the things which should cost a lot less. I wondered if it was even worth it. This dream probably came about from my worries about the book in real life, and about a CD I've been wanting to get at eBay, but every time a copy comes up for auction it sells for well over $40 and I am always outbid on it. -_- I've been wondering if the music on the CD is worth even $40!
[Update 3/25/05: I won the book for 99 cents. I was the only one to place a bid.]
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Date of dream: Wednesday, March 23, 2005
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I dozed off sitting up on the couch again while the TV was on HGTV, and had this really realistic HGTV dream. ^_^
My memory picked up with me in my bedroom. It was nighttime. I had been doing something but now I went in my room and the light was on and bright and for some reason I became interetested in the CDs I had lined up on my bookshelf. The thing is, in real life the bookshelf I was looking at does not HAVE CDs on it--it has all my paranormal/supernatural books. My CDs are really on my OTHER bookshelf. I also think they were stored upright rather than on their backs like in real life, as if they were books. There were a whole bunch of them but then there seemed to be only two boxed sets or something on the far left side of the top shelf. I felt a bit of tension as I reached toward these as I knew I had not looked at them in a long time; they might be dusty and dirty. I think one was in some sort of gold-colored cardboard sleeve/case and the other might have been red. I pulled one--the gold one?--out and noticed it did have some spiderwebs or dead insects on it or something; ick. I don't recall quite what I did with the other one but with one of them I tossed what seemed to be the empty container, though maybe it had the CDs in it, toward my closet (which is right next to the shelf). There was a bunch of stuff glutting my closet behind this odd olive-green satin curtain (heavier than satin, like upholstery, though it had a satiny sheen), and I knew that often like in real life this was where I tossed things I preferred not to deal with. >_< Out of sight, out of mind. I took a step back to look at my room.
That was when I noticed...my bedroom was...clean! O_o You could see the floor! There wasn't junk all over it like in real life. (I have STACKS of junk all over, and just a narrow portion of floor to walk on--my closet, and the lower shelves of my bookshelf, aren't even accessible!) My plastic bin shelf seemed to be gone, and my file cabinets too, maybe a poker table or desk with a chair having taken their place. I stood here staring at my clean floor and for a moment I seemed to get a mental image of a kind of nerdy girl with dark hair and glasses sitting at the desk but maybe that was just me. I was absolutely confused.
"My room is clean!" I murmured in awe. My brow furrowed. "What happened to all the stacks of junk...?" For I had absolutely no memory, not even a dream one, of having cleaned my room! What had become of all my stuff??
I then heard a man's voice, with a British accent, say something like, "The walls have been covered with a fresh coating of paint!" Surprised, I lifted my head and saw that it was true--my walls had been repainted!!
My jaw dropped! They were all painted this kind of sickly grayish-lavender-icky color, really blah. The paint job wasn't done very well but it was well enough that it covered up all my graffiti!! (In real life my walls are covered with jottings--notes, drawings, my Social Security number... o_o ) This really dismayed me--I LIKE that graffiti! Upset, I went and almost pressed my face to my main wall where the big Eye of Horus drawing is in real life. It was all icky gray. Then, I could faintly see yellow chalk markings beneath the paint--my graffiti! The harder I looked the more visible it became so I sighed; maybe THAT could be salvaged, at least. But who the hell had gone and painted my walls??
The British guy's voice came again, and this time said something like, "And lovely new curtains have been added to the bay window!"
Bay window?? I don't even HAVE a bay window!! I have regular old windows with BLINDS on them! Shocked, I whirled around and saw that, in fact, my south window had been converted into a bay window!! :O "What the--?!" I cried, and went to inspect it. There were these stupid white lace drapes like something my mom would like and I yanked those aside. The windowframe was white, like in real life, but there was a set of at least three odd little turning locks or latches (small and like frosted brass or something, smooth, kind of wingshaped nubbins to turn) along the middle bar section and I started turning all of these, from right to left, to open the window. The window had three sections, left, right, and middle, but instead of having a little section inside where you could sit or put stuff, like a regular bay window, it's like it just extended outside and the seating area was not accessible; it wasn't built into the room. The window only protruded outside over where the garden should be and that was it; what use was that? I had even been getting excited at the thought of having a bay window. Pfeh. >:/
I was tempted to yank the drapes down or take the window out of its...setting or whatever...just for the sake of destroying something, but decided against it. Outside there was a nighttime view of our driveway only it was much nicer, like a cobbled path, and there was a bright streetlight or something shining on it and I think the neighbor's house was closer; it looked quaint and pretty. My room also seemed kind of bigger. But other than that things were oddly as they should be aside from the fact that somebody had COMPLETELY REDONE MY ROOM WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE!
"What the HELL happened to my room?!" I thought, growing ever more upset. I turned to again look at my bare floor and began to realize how little sense this all made! I hadn't cleaned my room! I hadn't painted my walls, and I CERTAINLY hadn't gotten a bay window! Utterly confused, it finally occurred to me that...this must be a dream...and accordingly, I then felt myself sitting upright on the couch, dozing, and knew that that was in fact what it was. All a dream.
"I'm dreaming! Lucid dreaming!" I thought excitedly, then gasped to myself. "Let me stay asleep! Let me stay asleep! I want to dream about something of my own choosing!!" Only I couldn't make up my mind what. The only thing I thought of was my Apsiu characters (a fictional anthropomorphic race I made up), and I wanted to have a dream about having sex with one of them or something since I've never had a dream about having sex!! ^_^;;; But I couldn't focus my thoughts and I was already waking up! I tried to fight it but couldn't. Fooey! :(
I slowly woke up and was sitting on the couch. Poo! It would have been nice to have an actual sex dream. o_o; I can't quite remember everything I did. Ma was at home, and I believe my brother Eric was too; it was still nighttime. I got up and told Ma about the dream I'd had with my room and the British man's voice--I recognized him now as the host of a home makeover show on HGTV. (Designed To Sell, I think it's called.) What an annoying dream! "I tried to stay sleeping," I said, not mentioning my failed Apsiu-sex-dream attempt, "but it didn't work."
Ma went to work on the computer; I don't know what Eric was doing. I was drinking a lot, some sort of fruity juice like apple juice, and I noticed it had a hair in it so I pulled it out. At some point I picked up my cup again, thinking I had tea, and then remembering I still had some juice. "I want tea," I complained to myself, but decided to finish the juice first. I seemed really thirsty. The juice was kind of lukewarm, like it had been sitting out for a while.
I went out to use the computer since it was late at night and Ma had vacated it. But she'd left a bunch of stuff, most of it mine I think, on the computer chair and I had to move it. There were some cardboard boxes and stuff and I picked these up as a whole and set them somewhere. Some sort of transparencies had slipped from my grasp and still sat on the chair; they were more frosted or translucent than anything, with red print on them, and I knew they were mine though I do not recall what they were for. I just moved them aside without looking at them.
I didn't seem to work on the computer after all though. I went back into the living room and sat on the couch where I'd been before, and lifted my hand when I noticed a healing scratch on my finger. The scab was shiny and gold, like little gold links running in the direction of the scratch. I puzzled over this--why was my scab golden?--then decided it must be the little hairs on my hand, looking as if they were golden--those little hairs can look metallic when the light hits them just right. It never occurred to me to wonder why there would be HAIRS along the side of my FINGER, much less taking the place of a SCAB...it just seemed normal. Though weird looking.
...And not long after this, I finally did wake up. And told Ma all over again about my dream, though I did mention the sex, but not the Apsiu. Damn I hate double dreams!! If I'd known I was still dreaming...I would've tried calling those Apsiu again!! >_<
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