Date of dream: Thursday, January 27, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was in a city which looked really old fashioned - I think it was a warped version of Salisbury. My parents were with me, and we were going to be there for a few days. We were staying in a large ancient building, which had loads of small rooms separated by archways, with no doors. I was laying on my bed inside a tiny room - it only had a bed and a bit of floor space. I turned over, so that I was facing out into the room, and I saw my grandmother standing next to the bed. I knew that she'd died nearly 10 years ago, and I knew that she was some kind of apparition, but I wasn't scared. She seemed tiny - only about 4 feet tall, so I got out of bed and knelt next to her. I gave her a hug, and she felt solid - not a ghost. I was really aware of the fact that the skin of her face felt soft against my cheek - for some reason this seemed important. She didn't make eye contact at first, she just kept saying "Eypre" (pronounced eep), over and over again. I realised that this was a Welsh word (she came from Wales in real life), and was used as a greeting. I said it back to her, and she finally looked at me. She said "The war is now, it is time to battle for we are the Legion". I didn't know what she meant but I knew it was significant. My mum and stepdad arrived in the room, and my grandmother vanished. I told them what had happened, but they didn't believe me. I kept trying to explain that her face felt soft, like this was some sort of proof of her existance, but they still didn't believe me.
Additional Comments:
It didn't make much sense, but this dream was kind of nice, because I got to give my grandmother a hug again. It's weird how dreams can make you feel as though you had a real life experience with someone who has passed away but it's a good feeling.
Date of dream: Sunday, January 02, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was due to get married the following day to a man I barely knew. He was older than me - probably around 40, and he wore glasses. I didn't know his first name, though I knew his surname (I can't remember it now, but I know it was double-barelled). I don't think I'd forgotten his name, I just don't think I ever knew it. He was an extremely wealthy businessman, but I wasn't marrying him for his money - I think it was maybe an arranged marriage. It was going to be a small wedding, my only guests were my mother, and my friend Shell, who was going to be my bridesmaid. I was trying on my dress, and waiting for Shell to arrive to try hers on. I don't remember mine, but hers was red and strapless. It looked like the fabric was wrapped around in layers, and it had a gold sheen to it, and a bow on the waist. I realised she was late, so I texted her, and she replied saying she didn't feel like coming to the wedding. I drove over to her house, where she was sitting with her parents and some other relatives (cousins, uncles, etc). I asked her again about the wedding, and tried to convince her how important it was that she come, but she just didn't want to - she seemed bored, and treated the whole thing like it was no big deal. I was furious, and started yelling at her. I don't remember what I said, but I said some really harsh things, then stormed out. A few minutes later, I got a text from her cousin saying that I'd been too harsh on her - he clearly also thought it was no big deal. This just made me even angrier.
I got home, and started calling every other female friend I could think of. At first I wanted one who would fit into the red dress, but I realised that I didn't actually care what they wore, I just needed to have a bridesmaid. Each friend I called was really apologetic, but couldn't make the wedding because it was too short notice, and too far away from where they lived. I resigned myself to the fact that I would have no guests at my wedding.
I don't know what happened next - I have a half-remembered scene of walking through a field of lavender, hand in hand with my grandmother, and discussing the problem of my bridesmaids. By the next scene, the wedding was over.
My new husband had to rush off immediately after the wedding because he had important work to do. A chauffeur took me too an enormous hotel - it was famous for being the biggest and most luxurious in the world. My husband had arranged for me to stay there alone in luxury for a couple of days until he returned. I went to check in, and the clerk asked me my name. I gave her my new married name, and the whole front desk stopped and looked at me. I looked down at the checkin form and realised that the hotel name was the same as my new surname - my husband owned the hotel. The staff all immediately started treating my like royalty, showing my to a penthouse suite. I felt uncomfortable by the attention, I wasn't used to it. I knew I was now a joint owner of the hotel, and was free to roam wherever I wanted to, and decided to explore the hotel before my husband came home.
Date of dream: Saturday, July 04, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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This dream had three really vivid scenes, but I don't remember how they linked together:
* I'd gone on a camping holiday with my aunt, Penny, and a few other people. Also staying in the camp were a number of men who were dangerous, one of whom was Vern Shillinger (JK Simmons character in Oz). He was leading a gang, and they had already been in trouble for watching women through the windows of their caravans, but everyone knew that there was nothing that could really be done about them. We had been on the campsite for a few days, and it was the day we were supposed to leave. The night before, a family we had made friends with had left to go to a festival, and they had left leaflets about the festival with us. I desperately wanted to go home, but it was obvious that Penny wanted to go to the festival. I said that was fine, but I'd rather she drop me home, and she said that my house was in the opposite direction. I asked her to drop me off at a train station, and I'd get the train home, but I knew from her response that she was actually going to just leave me at the campsite, and I was really scared because I knew Shillinger's gang would immediately centre in on a woman left alone.
* I was at my mother's house, and I had gone there to prepare for some kind of party or event. I had nice clothes to put on, and I'd made some weird cheese scones, which I needed to cook. I asked my mum to put them in the oven, but instead she put them on some kind of hot plate on the grill. The cheese immediately started to melt, and the scones burnt. I was really angry, because this party was really important, so I started yelling at my mum to save the scones - I was in the middle of doing something else important and didn;t have a free hand. She wouldn't help me, and just kept having a go at me, saying I'd asked her to help me. I pointed out that I'd asked her because I thought she'd know enough about cooking to put them in an oven, and she said that she did, but she'd wanted to test me to see how I'd react.
* This last section was weird - it started with me watching a film I knew I had seen many times before. It was a love story, starring Kirstin Dunst and a man I didn't recognise. After watching it for a while, I paused the film, and then suddenly I was in the film as the man. Despite the fact that I was in this man's body, I still felt the same as myself. The scene I arrived in was set at an indoor swimming pool. Kirstin was sitting on a towel next to the pool, and I was standing near another edge. I knew that the film was paused, so I could do whatever I wanted, so I decided to explore. There was a glass door next to Kirstin, so I went through it, but ended up in an empty room. As I looked back through the glass at her, I realised I hated her, and knowing that I could do whatever I wanted, I opened the door, ran towards her, and kicked her in the head as hard as I could, knocking her into the pool. When she came to the surface, she looked at me, annoyed, but didn't say anything. I'd originally just wanted to embarass her, but now I really wanted her dead. I found a huge towel next to me, and I threw it over her head - as soon as it got wet it became really heavy and dragged her under. I hoped that would drown her, but she kept coming up, with the towel still over her head, so when she came near enough to the side of the pool, I grabbed her and broke her neck inside the towel. A little while later, she came walking through the door, wearing a green dress which looked like it was made from leaves. Her neck was bruised, and was covered in little sweets like M&Ms, which crunched when she walked. She said that because I'd killed her, I now had to be punished by being married to her (she still thought I was the man, I was still in his body). I had no choice, so I went along with it. The dream cut to years later, and I was still married to the dead Kirstin, but she was confined to the house - some rule about being a ghost, so I was just having affairs with the people I actually loved outside of the house.
Additional Comments:
No idea where this came from, I don't actually hate Kirstin Dunst!
