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I dreamed that I was in a modeling show, or something similar to that, except that I also had a band competition that same afternoon in a far-away place that was scheduled to be at a time that I would not be able to make on time if I did both things, but I decided to try and do both (that, or I was forced to, I am not sure which).
The modeling show was in a building the same size and color of my high school caffeteria, except that it was where the All the Best Video is in Oroville. It was completely filled with fog, and what all the people had to do in the fog made me very apprehensive. It was so densely full that it was impossible to see more than a couple feet in front of yourself. The whole point of the fog was so that if you come across a person in the fog, you could kill them in silence.
There were quite a few people that were already in the fog when I got there. They were all vampires. I knew how to do what they were doing, and I knew that I would have to fight for my life if I wanted to live long enough to see my band competition. I had to kill or be killed by these vampires walking around like zombies in the foggy room. They were searching for each other and whenever one found the other they would sneak up on them and bite.
That's all I remember because it's taken (believe it or not) a couple years to put this dream on the site, and I never got a chance to finish typing out the rest of the dream. I know I survived that vampire 'competition' and made it to my band director but I think the competition may have already started, or I had just made it in time to slip in and participate...
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I dreamed that I met with one of the people from UHG and they told me that there was a new training class on July 24th, and I was content. Then, for whatever reason, I was at Oroville Christian School. I was enrolled in a college-level class there. It was a science class, but it was taught by my old Eastern Religion's teacher, Dr. Burgan.
I walked into my old second grade classroom where it was being held, and I realized that at some other time in my dream perception, I had taken a college-level class there in that very room before. I had sat on the left-hand side of the teacher, so I looked to that same area of the room for a seat to sit in again, and there were some empty desks available. As I walked to one, I realized that Daniel Ekdahl was sitting in a seat to my right. I still love him.
All throughout class Dr. Burgan made amazing scientific references to the metaphysical spiritual world she is a part of. All of the people in the class were captivated by what she said, and her first day of class was a hit. Periodically during that first lecture, Daniel and I would say quick words to each other. It felt very good to be speaking with him again, but it did feel a little awkward, but it was easy to feel that we were both pushing passed it.
The next thing I remember is being outside of OCS, near the foyer of the church. I looked around a wall that only existed on the premesis in my dream. Down the parking lot by the edge of the hill that our four square balls would always roll down was a wolf. It was incredible how ravenous he looked. The peppered hair of it's tail and the hair on it's back were abnormally long and stood straight up making the wolf look far bigger than the size of it's muscular, sleek mass of a body. It was pacing, sniffing, hunting. Then it found me and ran to attack.
I thought I could make it into the office of the school in time, but it bit my arm. I saw it happen in slow motion. It didn't hurt, and it was easy enough to break free and open the door of the office and slide into it. I hysterically told the receptionist about the wolf outside and she immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number. Someone brought me into my old principal's office to sit and calm down, but the receptionist walked into the room with the phone and said that the woman in charge, whom she was talking with, didn't believe her story. I snatched the phone out of her hands and started screaming my story at the woman. For whatever reason, I was absolutely irate. She hung up on me, but when I looked outside there was a man trying to put down the wolf.
I do not know why, but I was not sad. I also do not understand why I was so out of control with the
woman on the phone. I am normally not so cold and hot tempered.