Date of dream: Monday, July 19, 2010
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N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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…I have a weird skin disease: my hands and feet are full of little worms. My nails are coming off. I am trying to keep them together with plasters. I can even take off half of my nose. I am going to see a doctor. After a long wait, the doctor comes in the office to tell me that the clinic is closing, that I will have to come again tomorrow. Why doesn’t he just check me while I’m here? I just can’t wait, so I am going to the hospital’s emergency room. On my way, I realize the city is infested with zombies. I go hide in some boutique’s attic. I find a metal shovel; I plan on defending myself with it. But the more I try to hide, the more the zombies can see me because of the disposition of a mirror in front of a window. So I play dead, it’s probably safer. A zombie suddenly comes and in and screams in my face, in French: “ARE YOU DEAD, YOU?” I yell, scared. Maybe he bites me in the neck, but I think somebody behind distracts it. Now it’s a white cat that’s attacking me, but…
Date of dream: Sunday, May 16, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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…I am taking the bus from Montréal to my hometown, Gatineau. Half way, the bus stops in Casselman, where my uncle used to live. Now I am at his place babysitting his two kids, my two cousins. My little sister is there to help me, even though all three of them are old enough to live on their own, if they don’t already. They are having friends over, guys who are about their age, between 16 and 21. Maybe it turns into a big party. Now we go to some drive-in theatre. I think my sister is driving. In the parking area, she finds a good space, but she crashes (purposefully?) the car in front of us. Bravo! How am I going to go back to Montréal now?…
Date of dream: Saturday, May 01, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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...A bus just crashed in a car. CRASH... Outside the bus, I see a building, probably in Montréal. Maybe on the fifth or the sixth floor, there is a party, and I'm invited. There is a lot of people I used to know: from my hometown (Gatineau), from elemetary and high school, from general and vocational college, from university: old friends and colleagues whom I can't even remember the name. And I recognize one of them - I think her name was M.-E. - a girl, a nerd who needed friends... we went to university together, and she knew I liked to rave... she has invited herself this one time, but she didn't want to take drugs... she did dance, but she fell asleep at like 4 AM... she took the first metro back home... well, she is here. She is running towards the open balcony yelling something like: "I can't take it anymore!" or "I'm fed up!", or anything. She jumps down head first from the balcony, clinging on to a guy's arm, whom she brings down with her to smash on the pavement. Everybody's like "Oh my God!" We look down to the pavement from the balcony, and we can see their bodies on the street. Surprisingly, there is no blood, but they are obviously dead. I tell my friends that we have to get out of here. I want to leave this place right now. But one of them is necking with this guy. There are also videos of me necking with this guy (obviously another one) playing on a dozen of TV sets in the room. I am so embarrassed: I never agreed to... There is a tornado outside... A girl jumping from the 7th floor, carrying an anonymous boy with her... He never agreed to... I escape the high school through a slide that leads to the landing stage... Then, there is a Justin Timberlake show in the high school's agora. I don't enjoy his music. I sulk... Someone is pushing me home in a wheelbarow. We see a nice, full rainbow. I want to take a picture. I am taking out my camera. As I am being pushed next to the rainbow, I hit the end of the it with my shoulder, and an attitude. I can't take a goddamn picture: it's too shaky, and we are passing the site too quickly. My parents are pushing the wheelbarrow... Someone tells me somebody else is calling me a big ham... I am being told that there is another representation of J. T.'s concert in two hours. Oh no...
