Date of dream: Thursday, August 04, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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Nothing clear again... I was trying to get home - it required a short train ride. I was playing a game to entertain myself where I would do something odd that rhymed or was alliterative (This isn't dream weird - it's normal weird). Stuff like just jumping, wildly waving, etc. I entertained myself so much I missed my stop. That meant sitting through three more and waiting for it to come around again. Annoying, but - I consoled myself - I would be able to keep playing. There was also this cool little shop I have to pass to get home, earlier I had arranged to pick up my order shortly after getting off the bus and when I remembered, I tried to call the shop. There was an automated response asking my information. I talked fast, explaining that I missed my stop but it hung up on me. I got annoyed and started to call again, decided against talking to a machine and put my cell phone away. But I could still hear it ringing on the other end. It was really starting to freak me out - after about ten rings the machine picked up again and said 'Why are you late for your pick up? This reflects badly on you." and hung up again.
I started to get off the train at the next stop, there were only three of us left on the bus and one of them was a weird old woman. I was going to try and get a bus back and cut some time off the trip - the doors closed in my face and wouldn't let me out.
It gets jumbled here - I know creepy lady talked to me, we were all trapped in that train car for a good three hours and I was extremely stressed out by the time I got out of there. It was a part of town I didn't recognize.... something about finding something hidden and part of a building with the facade falling away - what I was looking for was in the hole formed - waaay back in the building. Just inside was a dead guy with a pickaxe in his chest. Really mean dogs that only attacked if you were aggressive toward them (otherwise they were really friendly)
Something about a large house and my husband talking to an old boss of his that was joking about him not being able to find a decent job and getting treated badly in the ones he DID find.
Additional Comments:
All my dreams have slipped away quickly lately and generally been unsatisfying. This one was more annoying than useful. Grrr.
Date of dream: Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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This was sometimes first, sometimes third person.
I was a little girl - perhaps five or six. I had an unusual ability where anything I wrote down, I could make real if I wanted it bad enough.
Well, while my dad was at work and mom had to run next door for a moment, my little brother fell and hit his head - then stopped moving. I panicked and wrote him back to life so I wouldn't get in trouble. When he woke up, he looked around, licked the blood off the floor and everything was back to 'normal'. I was pretty freaked out by that - but thought I would get in trouble if I said anything so I just kept quiet.
The dream skipped forward a few years at a time - he was normal most of the time and entirely unaware of what happened.... but now and then it was like he had a second personality and that guy was not at all right in the head. Most people never saw him - but I would get glimpses. He was the 'torture little animals' sort of guy. When we were teenagers I finally figured out exactly what was wrong, realised it was MY fault and found out that when everyone else is asleep my little brothers' evil side was going out and killing people.
So I wrote us back to children and him back to being dead.
My memory of all the intervening years got fuzzy soon after being a kid again and I started seeing creatures that looked like something out of Beetlejuice's world lurking in the shadows. I had no idea what was going on - why I was seeing them and I was so scared because my little brother was dead - I didn't remember why it was so important that I not write him back to life but I knew I couldn't....
Then I woke up
Additional Comments:
I'm going to blame Alice for this one (That creepy version of Alice in Wonderland from 1988). I love that show ^_^ As unnerving as the dream was, I feel better for it. Much more rested!
I know there was more before this dream and I know I was actually Me in it - pretty sure my manager at work was involved.... but all I really get of it are vague impressions.
Oh - the girl I was and the rest of the family were nothing like my real ones. Entirely fabricated. (My real mom and brother are SO much more awesome than those guys LOL)
Date of dream: Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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When the zombies started showing up me, my husband and some of our friends (some people we know, some we don't know in real life) were hanging out at a little outdoor mall place here in town. At the first sighting one of the friends was on their cell to the rest of our crew. Most of us have been planning (some have been hoping) for a long time. So, of course, I started looking for a weapon. I was a bit grumpy it couldn't happen while I was at home - but you can't have it all.
The rest of the group showed up pretty quick, clearing a path in and setting up conference on the other side of the room. They left me talking to the mother of a friend I couldn't seem to escape from. Still hadn't found a good weapon.
When the meeting was over and they had decided which way everyone was going to go (part of the plan is to split up, loot what items we need for survival that hadn't been attained beforehand, and meet back elsewhere) they rounded up the non-fighters and moved out. I was still trying to collect my things and find a weapon when I looked around and realized they were already at the edge of the mall. I had to leave my notebook that someone had borrowed and misplaced (highly annoying - it's just handy to have paper and pens) and run to catch up. I couldn't help but be hurt that not even my husband had checked to see if I was with the group.
Can't remember most of the rest - mostly just involved trying to find a good weapon and doing the best I could with what I found. I'm short and everything I found was too thick, too long or too light.
Additional Comments:
Normally I really enjoy zombie dreams. They are my usual method of getting action, adventure and stress relief on a level impossible in daily life. Normally things go well. It was really weird to be so unprepared and incapable of finding a weapon (and when I did it felt like my arms were absurdly weak so the damage was barely worth mentioning. Half the time I just wanted to cry in frustration.
