Date of dream: Sunday, February 06, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was in a department store with my mum, and we were looking for dresses. The store was about to close, but we knew we would be allowed to stay until we finished shopping, though I now felt obligated to buy something. I was finding a new dress because I was going to some kind of reunion - possibly a school or college reunion, or maybe from an old job. I had lost a load of weight since I'd last seen these people, and I wanted to get a dress that showed off my new figure. I tried on a black halter-neck dress, with a plunging neckline and a jewelled trim. It was really pretty, and fitted perfectly, but it was empire-line, and I felt fat. My mum kept insisting that it looked great and I looked slim, but I was uncomfortable in it so I decided against it. The second dress I tried on was a baby-pink body con dress, which appeared to be made of horizontal stripes of thick elastic. I looked in the mirror and I loved the way I looked, I felt thin and pretty, but when I showed my mum she told me it was too tight, and made my stomach stick out. I couldn't see what she was talking about - it looked perfect to me - so I ignored her and decided to buy it.
I had the idea in my head that the dress cost £100, which I really couldn't afford, but the fact that I felt so good in it, and the obligation I felt to make a purchase, seeing as the store had stayed open for me, made me decide to go ahead with it. I got to the till, however, and was informed that the £100 referred to a payment plan, the dress actually cost £3500, and could be paid for in monthly installments of £100. I definitely couldn't afford that, so I decided not to buy it. I left the shop, and realised I was still carrying the pink dress on a hanger. I knew if I was spotted by the police, I'd be arrested - it was obvious I hadn't paid for the dress because it wasn't in a bag. I looked around for somewhere to dump it, but couldn't find anywhere. Eventually I saw a restaurant with an open front, and people were preparing it for what appeared to be a wedding. There was a dress rack with all the bridesmaids' dresses hanging up. I ran in and hung the pink dress up with the others, them I ran away.
Date of dream: Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was in a car park with a group of friends. It was starting to get dark, but we were about to go shopping. We hadn't invited my friend Ceilidh, and we were all on the lookout for her in case she saw us out without her. We went inside a big shopping mall and wandered round for a while. The mall looked really modern and nice, but at one end I saw a really intimidating concrete area. I needed the toilet, and I knew the toilets were through a tunnel in this older section. I ended up wandering round these corridors for what seemed like forever - I was scared because I'd heard stories that they were haunted. I finally found the toilets, used them, and started trying to find my way back to the main shops. Eventually I ended up in a shop which sold incense and candles, and I was with my parents instead of my friends. There was a display of the most beautiful candles I had ever seen - they were all sorts of complex shapes and colours, coated with varnishes, and inlaid with all sorts of jewels and beads and mirrors. I desperately wanted to buy one, but I was afraid to touch them - they were like pieces of art. my stepdad stood with me and he said he wished he'd brought a camera with him, because nobody would believe how pretty the candles were without seeing them.
The dream cut, and I was now in some kind of government building. I think I was a prisoner or a convict, but I had been given special permission to come to this building to get married. I was wearing an antique wedding dress, covered with beads, and I had to hold up the front of it so I could walk. Instead of a normal wedding, you rented a booth for 9 minutes, which you went in by yourself, and performed some ritual along to instructions that were piped in. I went into my cubicle, and managed to complete my "wedding" in 6 minutes. The door to the booth started opening, but I was grabbing it and closing it again. I kept shouting that I'd oaid for my 9 minutes, I wasn't going to leave with 3 minutes left on the clock. After the clock counted down, I left the booth and went to collect my certificate from a man stood at the other end of the room. We got chatting, and he pulled a DVD out and asked if I'd ever seen it. It was Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind. I told him that I hadn't seen it, but I'd seen all of Miyazaki's other films, and would be very interested to watch it.
The dream cut again, and I was flying through the clouds with this man. He was sitting on some kind of flying device, and I was sitting on his lap - there was nothing romantic about it, he was just helping me. I'd been told to find a woman named Wendell, who was some kind of white witch, and she would apparently help me with something. We had searched for days and days, when we finally saw her in the distance. She was flying on a giant bird-like creature, and when she saw us, she came close to speak. She was a blonde woman in a purple dress, and seemed very friendly and happy. She told me to take her hand and go with her. Just as I was about to, Maggie Smith appeared next to me. She was floating in the sky, and I think she was my mother. Her hair was long and white, and she wore a white dress with a seashell necklace. She looked really ethereal and beautiful. She begged me not to go with Wendell, she said something bad would happen. I knew that going with Wendell was dangerous, but that it was the only way for me to achieve some huge goal. I think my mother knew that I would go with Wendell, but she wanted to make her thoughts known, and have a chance to say goodbye to me.
Another cut, and I was now living in a house with Wendell. I had to have an operation on my eyes to give me some kind of second sight. The doctor came in and started lecturing me about how I should only ever go to him for this surgery. He said lots of other companies offered it, but their patients always ended up blind, and the only ones who regained their sight were the ones who went to him later on. He then showed my a diagram of what he would do to my eyes. It was a side-view, like you see in opticians' offices. It showed his finger coming through the back of my eye, and touching the inside of the front of my eye. Another finger was point-to-point with the first, but on the outside of the front of my eye. I was really scared, and desperately didn't want the operation, and I suddenly realised that my mother had been right all along.
Date of dream: Friday, May 08, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was in a big shopping mall with my family. I was young, only about 11, and I had four older sisters. None of my family members matched my family in real life. My eldest sister was Maggie Gyllenhaal, and she had some kind of psychiatric disorder which made her awkward around people. I also had some kind of learning difficulty which made it hard for me to communicate. We were all wandering in the shops, when I noticed that Maggie was being dragged away by a security guard. She was the sister I was closest to, because we were both the "imperfect" ones compared to our other sisters, so I ran after her. I ended up in a staff-only stairwell. The security guard had hold of her hair, and she was bent double trying to free herself. He was accusing her of shoplifting, but I knew this was actually just a cover for the real reason, which was something personal. The security guard looked like my real-life estranged father, complete with 80s style hair, which is how I remember him. I attacked him, kicking him in the face trying to get him to let go of her. My dream-father appeared than and grabbed me off of the security guard. The guard let go of my sister, and my father apologised to him. Both me and Maggie were trying to tell our father what had happened, but he either couldn't understand us, or wouldn't believe us.
