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Date of dream: Friday, April 12, 2013

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

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I'm in the courtyard freestyling with people, but nobody is listening to me. It's really pissing me off. I feel like a ghost. I start freestyling very loudly so that they actually listen. I yell, "I'm down on my luck, I'm really good at this shit but no one gives a fuck". The courtyard erupts into applause. I feel special. A teacher comes over and tells me to stand up because she's taking me to the office. Since I know everyone's looking at me, I tell her to calm down. All my peers laugh. Suddenly, there's a loud noise, and I see blood coming from the teachers chest. I feel dizzy. I feel warmness streaming down my neck. I've been shot in the throat. The bullet went through my body and into the teacher's. I collapse on the pavement. 

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It's the first day of school and I'm trying to get my diploma. I'm determined to pull it off this year. I walk straight to the office because I need to talk to my AP (who just so happens to be Eminem). When I get in there, he doesn't seem too enthused. He's like ... "what are you doing here man? Your credits are fucked." I told him I didn't care and that I'm going to pull it off this year. He hooks me up with a schedule and I head to my first class. Of course it's math and Bennett Sharp is sitting right next to me. It's extremely awkward. At first, we don't say anything to each other. But as time passes, he starts up a conversation. He asks, "So she's coming to see you this weekend?" I'm like ... yeah, she is. He expresses that it bothers him. I was like, Well how the fuck do you think I feel? You were going to visit her in San Marcos and sleep in the same bed. He was like ... yeah I was going to do that. That's when he starts taunting me. I really didn't dig the shit he was saying to me. I took great offense. It escalated quickly. Next thing I know, Bennett and I are fist fighting. I beat the living shit out of this dude. He never had a chance. (which is funny because he's twice my size and in real life would probably destroy me). After this I was start getting the vibe that school just isn't for me. I was really irritated and feeling upset and regretted showing up at all.

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I'm in the courtyard when I see Jamie. She's yelling at me. She's so pissed but I can't remember anything. I start crying. I tell her that I can't remember anything and that I'm afraid there's something wrong with me. My vision is blurred. I'm hysterical. She starts to feel bad and tries comforting me. I can't see straight. I can't remember anything. The only thing I could recall was the moment I was in. 

  • Settings
  • School
  • Characters
  • Familiar
  • Teacher
  • Emotions
  • Anger
  • Anxiety
  • Keywords
    Ferrell Martin

    photoshop

    Date of dream: Thursday, April 04, 2013

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

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    I'm outside looking at a city skyline. The view is incredible. The buildings are faded into the background as if they're translucent. I realize the person next to me is controlling what I see. He tells me it's Photoshop. He can manipulate everything I'm looking at. The scenery changes every few minutes into something more majestic than before. The buildings seem to be miles tall. The sky is such a beautiful color. I feel calm and content as I watch the skyline change 

  • Themes
  • Transition
  • Characters
  • Stranger
  • Emotions
  • Relaxed
  • Keywords
    Ferrell Martin / Photoshop

    final dream

    Date of dream: Monday, April 01, 2013

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

    This dream has been viewed 68 times.

    I'm slowly floating over the mountains in what appears to be some part of Asia. I notice the sun setting. I perceive this as a death metaphor. Why am I floating over the mountains? What's up with the sun set? Am I dead? My mind starts racing. I'm overwhelmed with anxiety. I don't want to be dead. I need to picture a happy place so that if I really am dead, I'll die peacefully. I imagine a particular moment and shut my eyes tightly. When I re-open them, I'm at the exact place I'd hoped for. I'm laying in my bed with Jamie at my house in Huntsville. I squeeze her and start crying. She's tripped out and asks, "why are you crying!?" At first I couldn't manage a response. I was so overwhelmed with emotion because I thought I was seriously dead. After a few minutes of squeezing her, I ease up and tell her everything. She becomes sad too. "How did you die?" she asks. I ponder the thought and realize I don't even remember. I didn't even care. I was just happy she was with me 

  • Themes
  • Mortality
  • Relationships
  • Emotions
  • Worry
  • Happiness
  • Activities
  • Flying
  • Thinking
  • Keywords
    ferrell martin