Date of dream: Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was walking into work with my ex, Rich. He was wearing a weird suit that looked almost Victorian - it had a suede jacket and an open shirt. He was also wearing cowboy boots, in thick, patterned, brown leather. He seemed really cocky and arrogant, like he was convinced he was the most impressive man in the world. When we got to the car park, we saw it had been filled with about 30 caravans. They were small, barely big enough for a person to sleep in, and they were very rounded. They each had a white roof, with a different coloured door. The fixtures and fittings hadn't been installed yet, they were just a shell, but they had a driver's seat in the front. One of the caravans wasn't lined up with the others. It had a peach coloured door. I looked inside and told Rich I thought it was cute, and made a joke about living in it. He told me to get inside and give driving it a try. I got in and started driving through the car park. I was only going slowly, but I couldn't stop - there were about 5 pedals inside, and no combination seemed to make it stop. Rich was either in the caravan or walking next to it - he was easily able to help me if he wanted to. I kept calling to him to help me stop, but he wouldn't. I ended up going round a corner, and saw that I was headed into a ditch. There was a large metal cable hanging down and I was convinced that if I hit it, I would be electrocuted and killed. I started screaming for Rich to help me, but he still wouldn't. Eventually, I hit the cable, and instead of electrocuting me, it seemed to short circuit the caravan, which then crashed into a ditch and fell to pieces. Somehow, I was completely unhurt.
We walked back round to the front of the car park, and were confronted by a man who was apparently our boss. He had been gathering the caravans so he could sell them. He saw the remains of the peach caravan, and he was furious. He started yelling at us and said "I bet one of you was careless when you parked your car, and shunted the caravan into the ditch". Rich said "That's exactly what happened, it was my fault". I was shocked that he had taken the blame. The boss asked me if this was true, and I didn't know what to say. On the one hand, I didn't want Rich to get in trouble for something I had done, but on the other hand, I didn't want to throw this gesture back in his face. I somehow knew I'd be in more trouble than him if I was caught. I panicked and said "I don't know what happened". The manager left, saying he'd deal with Rich later, and Rich smiled at me like I'd done the right thing. I wanted to thank him, but I couldn't think of the words. I was standing in front of him, with my hands on his chest, looking up at him. I wanted to say something like "It's things like that which made me love you", but every time I tried to think of a way to say it, it ended up sounding like I was saying I still loved him, which I didn't want to say. I ended up stuttering a bit, but not saying much. Somehow he knew what I meant, and he hugged me.
Rich led me inside a building - it looked like a Victorian manor house. I knew this was going to be his house, because he was marrying a wealthy Victorian woman. We went inside and were introduced to his fiance and another woman. The fiance was a pretty blonde woman, and her friend looked like Janice from the Muppets. They were both wearing ankle-length Victorian style dresses, in really bright colours. I liked Janice, but the fiance gave me filthy looks as soon as she saw me. I could tell she hated me, and I hated her too.
We were led into a big dining room, and the four of us were made to play a game which involved running round and round a huge dining table. I was at the front, then Rich, then his fiance, and Janice was at the back. As we ran, the fiance kept talking to Rich, and saying things like "Thank you for wearing your boots in bed last night, you were so gentle". I knew she was only saying it to try and hurt me, and though she was succeeding, I was determined not to let it show. There was a cat in the room, so I concentrated on it insteadm and sung a song to myself to drown her out. After a while, we all sat down in chairs which had wheels on them. I was sat with Rich, and the two women were at the other end of the table. Rich was making a joke, and he kept pulling and pushing my chair, which was making my head whip back and forth. The fiance was clearly getting annoyed, and I realised it was because the idea of him pushing and pulling me, and my head whirling about, was making her think of the fact that he and I used to sleep together. She called him over to the other end of the table and started yelling at him. I wanted to listen, because I was amused that I had upset her, but I had noticed a discarded yoghurt lid on the floor under the table, and for some reason I couldn't stop staring at it.
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 really large, sprawling building - I think it might have been an office block. There were dozens of people there, and most of us knew each other quite well. We didn't seem to be there for any particular reason, we were just hanging out. I wandered into a side room, and bumped into a young guy with blonde hair. He had baggy jeans, a black tshirt, and a baseball cap - he looked a bit like Blaine from Project Runway. I think he was a famous musician. He looked sad, and I asked him what was wrong, and he said his pet parrot had died. He showed me pictures of it, and started telling me all the different colours he could see in its feathers. I told him I'd had a cockatiel for years, but she died a while back. He pointed at a cage, and my cockatiel was in it, alive and well. She had pulled must of her feathers out (which she used to do in real life too), and she had circles of feathers running around her, with bald gaps in between. I was really happy to see her.
After a while, I left and went to a large room to chat to some friends. I was dimly aware of the fact that I was dating Kylie Minogue. As I was chatting, some of my friends looked up, and I saw that Christopher Melloni had walked in. He was wearing the outfit he used to wear when he played Chris Keller in Oz - in fact, I think it may have been Keller the character, rather than Melloni the actor, if that makes sense. I was overjoyed to see him - I think we had previously been a couple and he had been in prison, so we'd been separated. I went to give him a hug, and after a moment of awkwardness we started kissing. My friends knew how much I'd missed him, and they started cheering. After this, he had to leave, but I knew I'd see him again soon.
I went to the toilets, and I heard someone in the cubicle next to it. When I went out to the sink, I realised the other person was Kylie Minogue, and she gave me a hug. I hadn't realised that she was in the building, and I knew I was going to have to tell her the truth, that I loved Chris and wanted to be with him, not her. I knew I would have to tell her now, because so many people had seen me kissing him that it wouldn't be long before she found out from someone else, and I didn't want that to happen. I couldn't think of the best way to tell her, so I stood stuttering while she just waited patiently.
Date of dream: Saturday, June 13, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was staying in some kind of holiday park with my parents. There were various friends and colleagues there too - some were on holiday like us, and others were living there in small chalets. I had this ability to see ghosts, and when they appeared to me, I could allow other people to see them too. My cat had died, and he kept appearing to me as a ghost (he's still alive in reality). I kept seeing a swirl of black and white, then he'd appear, walk round for a few steps, then disappear into another swirl. He'd then reappear in the same manner a few centimetres away. If I picked him up, he would stay solid until I put him down again.
I had gone to meet my parents in a small common room. There were booths along one side - my parents were sitting in a booth - sofas along another wall, and a coffee table in the middle of the room. There was some kind of talent show going on, but I was late arriving so I didn't have an act. There was a man hosting the contest, and he told me that some friends of mine had said I was able to join their group, and he gestured to one of the corners. My friend Rich was there, with a man I didn't recognise, and a woman I hate, Tina. They asked me to lay on the floor on my back. Tina then leaned over me, Rich knelt up next to me, and the man sat on a chair next to him. They were all wearing glitter eyeshadow - Rich had white, Tina had gold, and the man had blue. When the act started, they all started singing really badly and out of tune, and I was embarassed to be part of it. Halfway through, Tina slumped forwards onto me, like she'd collapsed. I whispered "Are you ok? Are you dead?" - nobody else could have heard me - before I realised that this was part of the act. However, she then stood up and started asking me if I was ok, and asking what I'd said to her. The act was ruined because she'd interrupted the singing. She expected everyone to be annoyed with me for distracting her, but everyone backed me up, saying I had no idea she was going to slump forward, and besides, nobody had heard my comments, only hers. She went and sat on the sofa, looking really annoyed, then really upset. She picked up some pink lipstick from the table, put it on, then slammed it down. Everyone was looking at her, staring daggers at her, and I was smirking at her, because I was happy that I'd made her feel bad. Eventually, she got up and left, looking as though she was about to burst into tears. Just then, my cat materialised, and everyone forgot about Tina and started playing with the ghost cat.
A little later, I left to go and find a toilet. I was wandering around outside, when I realised that I was wearing a horrible nightdress. It was like a tshirt, but came down past my knees, and was made from some horrible polyester fabric. It was white, with a purple trim, and some printed picture over the chest. There were some kids playing basketball nearby, and I didn't want to walk past them because I knew they'd laugh at me. I saw a chalet nearby, and I realised it belonged to a colleague of mine, Jacqui. I thought she'd let me use her toilet, so I went inside. I looked around, but I couldn't find her, then it dawned on me that she was dead too (again, still alive in real life). I looked round the chalet for a toilet, but it didn't seem to have one, and I was getting desperate.
As I went to leave, I saw my friend Tara sitting at a desk by the door. I knew she was a ghost (and she is deceased in real life), so I went over to talk to her. She kept smiling at me, and asking me how I was. I told her I was fine, and she just kept telling me that everything was going to be fine, and it would all work out for the best.
