Date of dream: Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
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It was at least some sort of tiny car.
I am outside parked in front of a building. The car in question was shiney yellow, and low to the ground. In the dream I had just aquired it somehow, though I definitely did not buy it or steal it. I just have it now. Some one tells me that the body isn't very good and that it needs repairs, and will have to all come off. I am not too disturbed by this, and I decide to go ahead and do that first part by myself. I begn to take off the body of the car. It was not careful, seeing as how it was all "no good" so I tore it up, not intentionally, that's just how it came off, other parts just popped right off, and I stowed all of it in the trunk of the car. I left the trunk intact, at least, I guess, as I definitely closed something.
Later on the very same person who told me my car was all shitty returns and is totally floored by my having removed the entire body of the car with my bare hands. It looked like there were tears brimming in their eyes. They didn't say so, but I finally realized that there actually was nothing at all the matter with the car, and he was only saying that in hopes I would sell it to him cheap to get rid of it. I thought it served him right, and I was glad he was so devestated.
Date of dream: Saturday, March 31, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I go into a large room. I mean to head for the door that goes outside. It's a strange room. It's
mostly empty, but there is a round support beam off to the right on me. It's painted a pale yellow,
which seems to be the theme for this room. The floor is the cheap tile white, and the walls and the
support beams are pale yellow. There is a circut box attached to the beam, and it's ajar. I can see
someone is sitting between the opened door of the circut box and the cabinet itself. I can't see the
person inside of it, but I can see their leg handing out of it. I think it's my mother, in the
dream. I begin to speak with the person, but they do not answer. I guess they can't hear me, or
maybe they don't know I am talking to them. I see the leg jerk a bit. I imagine they are tightening
a screw or something. I get no answer. I walk towards the person, and still I don't see a second leg
anywhere, but I don't think that's too strange. I open the circut box, and see there isn't anyone
attached to the leg at all. It's completely disembodied. I don't scream or anything, I just back off
slowly. I mean to just walk out of the door as fast as possible. I turn my back on the image, but I
suddenly feel as if something is sticking down the back of my shirt, something rather large and
heavy. I turn and look back, not really wanting to, and the leg that had been there in the cabinet
is missing. I turn back around with my stomach feeling queasy, and as I keep walking towards the
door I reach back behind me, and pull something that feels like a hard bone encased in meat out of
the back of my shirt. I pull it out and put it down in front of me, and to my horror it's a human
arm. I wake up to some strange "beee-eeeep" sound.
Date of dream: Saturday, January 06, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I seem to be in the hallway of the exit to a mall. No stores, just a very high yellow cinder block
wall. My friend (and formerly my boss from when I worked at the movie theatre) was there with me,
and some other man who I can no longer identify. They had a ladder with them, and in regular
intervals went up the wall on the ladder. Peeled away a secret hole, and pulled out old books from
them, and dropped them into a basket. I had not noticed the hide away shelves until they mentioned
them, and then I could see them easily. They were just simply taped up, and painted over. Rozz
(friend) tells me that they had to save all invoices for the company for seven years, and then they
could throw them away. (for whatever reason they burried them in the walls of the mall) It seemed
very difficult and over secretive. They were, afterall, only invoices that no one else could
possibly be interested in. No need to secretly stash them. The particular theatre had been closed
since 1994 (circa).
Additional Comments:
I do belive this is the policy at my current work place. At least I think my boss told me some time
ago that they do save all invoices for seven years for tax purposes.
