Date of dream: Thursday, August 19, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was working in some sort of electrical company. Our office was a large, long building, surrounded by beautiful gardens. I had worked there previously and left, maybe to go to college or something, but had rejoined again. Today was my last day for the second time, and when the time came to leave, everyone was too busy to say goodbye properly, so I gathered my things, waved, and left. As I was walking through the gardens, I bumped into a colleague, Charlotte (actually Charlotte Holmes from Britain's Next Top Model). Although we'd worked together for a while, we'd never really chatted or gotten to know each other, but we stopped for a chat now in the gardens, and I realised she was really nice. As we chatted, Carmen Silvera came running out of the building. She was both my boss, and Charlotte's mother. She was crying, and gave me a hug, saying she would miss me - I knew she was the person I got along with the most, and I was going to miss her too. I laughed through the tears, and said to Charlotte "She was the one who made me cry last time too". It was time to leave, but Charlotte and I were getting on so well and had so much in common,t hat she decided to come with me. Back at home, we sat in my bedroom for what felt like hours, just chatting and laughing. Eventually, I told her I had to go to bed because I was meeting my mum in the morning, so she left and I went to sleep.
I woke up feeling groggy, I knew I was supposed to meet my mum at 10am, but when I looked at my clock it was 11:35. I panicked; I'd set my alarm, and clearly either hadn't heard it or it had't gone off. I looked at my phone on my bedside cabinet and saw that I had missed calls and messages from my mum too, which also hadn't woken me. As I sat up, I noticed that my bedroom was in a state, like someone had been rummaging through it to find something. My bed was further to one side than it should be, all the drawers and cupboards had been ransacked, and there were broken oraments everywhere. I tried to phone my mum to tell her I was sorry for being late, but all I could get was an automated message telling me to text her. My doorbell rang, and I knew it was my mum, so I made my way downstairs to let her in. As I walked, I knew something was wrong - I felt drunk, my head was spinning and I couldn't walk straight. When I opened the door, my mum was there looking like she did in the 80s, when i was small. She was really annoyed and said now we were going to get stuck in all the traffic,a nd have to deal with all the schoolkids. I tried to explain what had happened, and that me new alarm clock hadn't gone off, but she wouldn't listen, and sent me upstairs to get dressed.
Back upstairs, I tried to put some clothes on, but nothing seemed to be right. My tights drawer was wedged almost shut, where the bed had been pushed so close to it, and I could just about reach in to grab a pair, but every pair I grabbed had holes in them, or didn't fit. I went to my wardrobe to find a skirt, and I saw an envelope with my name and address. I thought it must be a card for my birthday in a couple of days time, but when I had hold of it I saw it was a Christmas card I'd been sent years ago, and it was one of many. I also saw a large piece of broken crockery on the floor, then saw three others. I remembered I had an enormous decorative Greek plate on the wall near the bed, and I started to think that maybe it had fallen on my head, knocking me out, which would explain why I couldn't wake up. Just then, my phone rang, and the display said the caller was Jo. i had a sudden flashback that this Jo had called me the night before, just before I went to bed. I couldn't remember what he'd said, but I knew it had been vaguely threatening. I answered the phone, and a man's voice said something like "you think you made a friend last night, a colleague with all the same interests, but that didn't really happen, it was just what we wanted you to think". I hung up, and noticed a blue light shining out from a gap in my bookshelf. As I got closer, I could hear a hissing sound, and realised gas was being released. It all became clear that this was the reason I hadn't been able to wake up - I'd been gassed. I tried to hold my breath, but I could feel it affecting my head. I made my way to the door, trying to call out to my mum. I didn't think I'd make it, my legs were starting to collapse and my head was swimming. I just about managed to open the door, and as I opened it the fresh air rushed in and gave me a temporary lift, enabling me to run downstairs. Instead of finding my mum, there was a young man with blonde hair and freckles sitting crosslegged on the back of my sofa. I knew I'd seen him before, I had a feeling we went to school together, but I don't know if he was Jo or not. By this point, the gas had pervaded the entire house, though it didn't seem to be affecting the boy. Before I could get to the front door, I felt my consciousness slipping away as I slumped to the floor.
When I came to, I was in an enormous white building, filled with hundreds of people and stalls. I saw Kevin Spacey nearby, working at a stall which apparently sold pizza. I was helped to my feet by a very tall, large man in a white coat - he looked like a young Orson Wells, but with a shock of thick brown hair. He took me by the arm and explained that he was in charge of this facility.I looked up and saw that there was a series of pipes running round the ceiling. Around three quarters of the way down the building was a large wall, which did not go all the way to the ceiling - I assumed this was a staff area. The pipes went over the wall to a large mechanism in the far corner of the ceiling. I asked what it was, and the man said he'd show me. He took me to a wall which had two buttons on. He pressed one, and the mechanism started whirring, and sent out cups full of drink via the ceiling tubes to each of the stalls. The man explained this was to make sure the workers stayed hydrated, as they weren't allowed a break. I pressed the other button before the man could stop me, and a second machine I hadn't noticed before started dispensing flavoured milk along the same tubes. The man did something to stop this before it reached the workers. He told me that the milk was for the babies only. I asked which babies, and he told me to wait. He disappeared behind the wall, then appeared over the top lifting a hideous baby in a pink baby grow. She was huge, about the size of a 2 year old, but was clearly newborn. Her skin was really pink, and her head looked like her brains were growing on the outside. The man put her down and I realised that there were hundreds of these deformed babies back there. At the same time, I started to look around and realised that most of the people in the room weren't actually human - some looked human with minor differences, others were clearly alien creatures.
I realised that I'd been brought here for some kind of experiment, or a work camp, and that Kevin Spacey was here for the same reason. The man returned and from the expression on his face I could tell he knew I was realising what was going on. He went over to where kevin Spacey was and pressed another button. A display of dummies (pacifiers) appeared, and the man spent ages trying to choose one to give to Kevin. Kevin kept pointing on one which seemed to be a designer brand and scented with Calvin Klein aftershave, but the man picked a large pink one and forced him to put it in his mouth. I realised that as far as the man and his people were concerned, adult humans were just children, one step up from the babies behind the wall, and that he was going to work us until we were old and/or skilled enough to be changed into something else. I realised that their lifespans were more than ours, but that we'd end up living as long as them, either in slavery or as the subject of some vile experiment. I was terrified, but I couldn't move, and I realised there was no way to escape.
Date of dream: Saturday, July 31, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was at some sort of garden centre ith my parents, and we were just wandering round, browsing. There was a group of men in one room, all talking loudly. One of them as Australian, and quite nice looking, and there was a brief moment where we made eye contact and he stopped talking. I smiled and looked away, then carried on walking round. Afterwards, I realised that he'd been wearing a tshirt with the logo of the company I work for, and I realised we must be colleagues. I'd never seen him before, and I know most of the office staff, so I figured he must be one of the remote engineers. A part of me wished I could figure out who he was and call him, but it was only a passing whim - I realised we'd never met, and a moment of eye contact was nothing to base a fantasy on.
A few days later, I was doing a job which involved me infiltrating a large corporate building. I think I was some kind of spy I had managed to get a uniform for the company, so I fitted in, and I was keeping my head down trying not to attract attention. After a while, my phone rang, and when I answered it, it was the Australian man. I was thrilled, but a little concerned at how he found my number. We chatted for a while, it was a bad line and I couldn't hear him very well, so I kept having to ask him to repeat himself. I explained to him that I was at work, and he knew what type of work I was doing, so he said he understood that I might have to stop talking for a few minutes at a time, but he wanted to stay on the phone.
I continued to creep around the building, all the while I had the Australian man on the phone. Whenever I found a restricted area or a locked door, I would stop talking while I concentrated on going in, but then the conversation would continue. This carried on for around 2 hours, and I was doing really well at finding my way through the building. At one point, I saw my ex-boyfriend Gareth. I must have told him about what had happened at the garden centre, because he knew the Australian man was on the phone, and he gave me the thumbs up. After a while, I can't remember what I did, but I managed to attract some attention and knew it was time to leave. I managed to slip out of the building, knowing I was being followed the whole time. Outside, I started to run through the streets. I was being followed by an increasingly growing group of people. I managed to cross the road and hide behind a flower bed without anyone realising, and I watched the other people run past me. I explained to the man on the phone that I had been caught, and he was worried. He started referring to me as his girlfriend, and I panicked - I wasn't ready for that. I tried to explain to him that he barely knew me, and maybe we should go on a couple of dates first, but he was clearly offended and annoyed at me. While we were talking, I realised that one of the women who managed the company I infiltrated was standing nearby. She had a group of young people with her - around 16/17 year olds, and she was teaching them how to find me. One girl was complaining that her outfit didn't look as good as it had done in the shop when she bought it. Still on the phone, I tried to sneak away, but they saw me. For the first time, I was genuinely terrified that I would be caught, and I started screaming uncontrollably, and running away towards another large building nearby.
I ran into the building, which had dozens of floors, and was laid out like a maze. I started climbing up through the floors, each being different - one was an office, the next would be a shop, then a lab, etc. At one point, I saw Gok Wan filming a fashion programme on the other side of the floor, but I kept running. The next flight of stairs was bizarre - it was made of a series of fake cushions protruding from the wall. At certain points, the next "step" was missing, but the previous one would be bouncy making it easy to miss the gap. I realised that these cushion stairs were a part of Gok's programme - the finale would normally involve the newly made-over woman making her entrance via the staircase.
The next area seemed to be a bookshop, but was made up of many interlinking rooms. The man on the phone was still there, and still annoyed with me, though he seemed concerned at what was happening. At one point, I found myself in an empty white room with three doors in it. One door led to a disabled toilet, one was where I had just come from, so I headed through the third door. I found myself face to face with the woman who had seen me earlier, so I instantly doubled back. I opened the second door, to go back where I had come from, but I saw a mob of 20 or so people all waiting for me. I attempted to run into the toilet, ut saw that there was nowhere to go. My pursuers closed in from both sides, as I dropped to my knees, crying, still connected to the Australian man's call. I realised that as I was killed, he would hear it all, and wondered if he would hang up or stay.
Date of dream: Sunday, April 26, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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This dream had three sections which didn't seem to link:
1. I was in a big room with my mother and a couple of female friends. There was a woman on the other side of the room, sitting with a man. The room looked like a big common room, with sofas and tables, but the walls were lined with large freezers, like you see in supermarkets. I had worked out that the woman on the other side of the room had some kind of mental power, where she could manipulate people and make them do what she wanted. For some reason, I seemed to be immune to her. She knew I'd found out what she was doing, so she came up to me and tried to convince me to take a frozen meal out of one of the freezers, then cook it and eat it. I knew she had an alterior motive for making me do this, so I refused. She realised her powers weren't working on me, and got really angry, and stormed off.
2. I was laying in a large bed in the middle of a round room, which was filled with lab equipment. I had just woken up, and my friend Rich was laying next to me. I rolled over, in my half-asleep state, and hugged him, then I told him I loved him. He said it back, and I was really happy. I started to fall back asleep, when he noticed I had chewing gum in my mouth, so he sat up and took it out of my mouth before I fell asleep and choked on it. For some reason, I took this as a really romantic gesture, so I sat up and hugged him - again, blissfully happy. When I pulled away from the hug, I was shocked to notice he'd turned into Matthe McConaughey. I suddenly had knowledge that Matthew was actually my boyfriend now, and that I hadn't seen Rich in ages. I was really upset, and felt so disappointed. Matthew was naked, and he insisted that I give him a hand job. I really didn't want to, because I felt like I was cheating on Rich, despite the fact that this was my boyfriend, but he forced me to do it. To start with, he was facing away from me, and I was reaching over him, and I couldn't help but realise he was really small. Halfway through he rolled over onto his back. This was the first time I'd actually looked at his penis, and I was shocked to see that about halfway down it branched off into two sections. One section, the bottom section, was normal but the second section laid on top of the first, and was slightly smaller. It also had a face on the end, with weird squinty eyes, and a nasty mouth with two triangle teeth. I realised that it wasn't actually a face, but an unfortunate birthmark which looked like a face, but I was still grossed out.
3. I was working on a season of America's Next Top Model - I wasn't a contestant but I worked with the production team. The contestants were a mixture of girls from previous seasons, most prominantly Bianca Golden and Dominique Reighard. There was also a girl called Pamela, and a man named John, who was the first male contestant that had starred on the show. We were coming to the end of the season run, and instead of going to an exotic foreign location for the final few shows, we had made the contestants hike to the top of a mountain. At the top was a hotel, carved into the rock, with little wooden doors leading to each one. We had done a couple of photo shoots on the mountain, then had taken a three day break from shooting because the contestants were guest starring on another program. John hadn't appeared on the other show - it was something they only wanted women for - so he had been alone in the hotel for three days.
The girls had just arrived back, and the latest photoshoot involved them having to pose in the snow outside, while wearing underwear. Whilst this was going on, the police had arrived and were questioning everyone about some crime, but they wouldn't tell us what the crime was. I noticed that John hadn't come out of his room to go into make-up, so myself and a couple of the girls went in to talk to him. He told us that he was sad, he missed his girlfriend and his daughter, and he wanted to go home. The girls had to leave because it was their turn to shoot, so I stayed with John. I tried to convince him to stay by pointing out how so many people looked up to him, for being the only male ever to make it this far in the contest, and that he was a role model. What I really wanted to ask him was "How does your girlfriend feel about you living in a house with 12 beautiful female models, and doing lingerie shoots with them etc", but I couldn't think of a way to phrase it.
