Date of dream: Sunday, May 06, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was at home, and I really needed to go to the supermarket because there was no food in the house. I had received a letter from the bank that morning saying that something was wrong with my credit card. Although the card itself hadn't expired, the ability to use money on the card had expired. I phoned the bank and they said they couldn't see anything wrong with it. I decided to go to the supermarket anyway, but I still had a nagging feeling that my card wasn't going to work.
I got to the supermarket and filled up a trolley full of food. I did my best to get all the cheapest options, just in case the card failed. I got to the till and was served by a young man. The shopping came to £36. I gave him my card, and as I'd expected, it failed. I asked him to try again, but it failed again. I knew I would have to phone the bank again when I got home, but in the meantime I really needed to get some food. I think I had children in the dream, and I needed to get food for them. I looked in my purse and I had a £10 note. I asked the man to help me pick as much food from the trolley as I could for £10, but he said he couldn't because everything had already been scanned through. My only option was to pay for it. I explained the situation and by this time I was starting to get a bit teary through frustration and embarassment. I asked if there was anything he could do to help me. He explained that every till had an overflow safe which was used to store the money that the cashier accidentally gained through giving incorrect change etc. He told me he would look in the till. There was exactly £36 in there, so he took it out and used it to pay for my shopping. I was so grateful I could have kissed him. I finished shopping and left, promising myself that I would write a letter to his manager, commending him for helping me, without actually stating where he got the money from.
Back at home, I met up with a female friend of mine. In one corner of my living room was a huge glass-fronted freezer, with 4 doors, like you'd find in a supermarket. The bottom left side of the freezer cabinet was frosted up, and my friend pointed this out to me. I chipped away at the ice, revealing piles of ice cream tubs. Somehow, the items in the freezer represented people in a nearby prison, and the ice cream tubs were visitors. The fact that they had been trapped in the ice meant the visitors in the actual prison had been unable to leave. I told my friend this was extremely dangerous, and if there had been a fire then the visitors would have died. I knew I needed to have a very serious conversation with whoever was in charge of defrosting the freezer.
My friend and I needed to get changed to go to a formal event. I put on a pink gown with 6 inch black stilettoes. The shoes were amazing and I loved them. He had to walk down about 8 flights of stairs to get to the floor where the event was being held. There was one lowere level, but this was where the bathrooms and cloakrooms were. I didn't realise this at first, and started walking down the last flight of stairs, but I realised quickly and headed back up. I bumped into a girl I knew from college called Amanda. She was wearing a white gown with a gold pattern on it. It was a nice dress, but she didn't look right in it. It was too big and she just looked like a little girl who was wearing her mum's clothes. She looked me up and down as she passed, like she was judging me, but I knew I was looking really good. I went back up to meet my friends, and we had to walk up one last flight of stairs. We met with two more friends on the stairs. I kept stopping to lift my foot up and show them my shoes, but because of the angle of the stairs, they couldn't see them. I made them all stop once we reached the top so that I could show them my shoes, and they all agreed that they were amazing.
Date of dream: Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was in London with a group of colleagues, and we were thinking about relocating out business there. My friend Kerrie was there too, and we decided to go exploring. After walking for a while, we went down an alleyway and found ourselves in a grimy underworld area. The alleyway widened, and everything was damp and the colour of rust (looked a bit like something out of Silent Hill). On the left, as we entered the alley, was a staircase which was guarded by two men in suits - I knew they were gangsters. We continued walking, and the alley narrowed again. There was a large pipe on our left, and there were three dead bodies stuffed behind it. They were clearly old - they were essentially skeletons with leathery skin stretched over them - and they were the same rust colour as everything else. We continued to the end of the alleyway, and found ourselves facing three doors. One at the dead end, and two on the right of us. We couldn't go through the doors, so we backtracked.
Just before we reached the bodies, we noticed a wooden staircase heading up and to the left. We started to climb it, and as it curved round, the walls were now wallpapered in green. There was a portrait of a woman on the wall. It was old and damaged, with tears and holes in it. At the top of the stairs was a small landing and another door. We went inside and found ourselves in a small apartment. It only had two rooms - a living room with a kitchen area attached, and a bathroom. As we entered the room, I started to think someone lived here, then all of a sudden a woman came shrieking out of the bathroom. It was clearly the same woman from the portrait, but she was old now - mid 60s, maybe 70s. She was extremely thin and quite tall, and she looked haggard. She attacked us both, quite fiercely for someone her age. I tried to explain that we hadn't meant to intrude, but she wouldn't listen to us. Eventually, we managed to incapacitate her. I don't know what we did, but she ended up sitting on the closed toilet seat, and she was unable to move. We had damaged her arms too - I think maybe we'd cut her hands off. She was still screaming and flailing, but we squeezed pst her and climbed out of the bathroom window, onto the roof. There were loads of uneven rooftops, as though there were lots of houses nearby. The roofs were all edged with decorative carvings. We climbed for ages, before climbing down a ladder into a marketplace.
The market lined both sides of a street, with stalls in the middle of the street every now and again. We walked through the stalls. I saw an Indian woman selling jewellery and fabrics, and I stopped to buy something - I think it was a cushion. Towards the end of the market was a round stall, which seemed to sell jokes and games, There were men wandering round near the stall, advertising. They were wearing strange belts with animal heads on, designed to look like they were riding on the animals back. The people running the stall were called The Randoms. I don't know why, but they were really important, influential people. They seemed lighthearted, but I knew they could be very dangerous.
I'm not sure what happened next, but I was back where I started with my other colleagues, and a few days had passed. My friend Kevin and I had been tasked with finding a location for our new business. I remembered the creepy underworld I had found, and thought it would probably be cheap there. I told Kev to follow me, and we headed back there. Inside the alleyway, the two security men were still there. I made sure to walk with my head held high, as though I wasn't afraid (even though I was) because I knew that we would need to fit in if we were going to work here. As we continued down the alleyway, we approached the bodies. I had a thought appear in my head; "If it weren't for our feet, we'd be fine". I looked at the bodies and noticed that their feet stuck out under the pipe, and could be seen from the other end of the alleyway. I realised the thought hadn't been my own, but had come from one of the bodies.
We carried on until we got to the three doors at the end of the alley. The one on the dead end was locked. One of the other two doors said "Charge Incident" on the door, and the other was blank. The blank door appeared to be a cupboard. I opened the Charge door, and inside was another body, in the same state as the others, but with a ragged hole in his chest. I realised he was a maintenance man who had died in an electrical accident, and he had just been left there. This really scared me, more than the other bodies, because this one was like a secret we shouldn't have found. We started to backtrack again, and noticed the wooden staircase. I had completely forgotten about what had happened after Kerrie and I had reached this point. As we continued on, I kept noticing things like the portrait, which made me remember bits and pieces of the incident.
We reached the apartment door, and before we went in, I recited a verse about being blind - it just seemed to come out involuntarily, almost like it was a protective charm before we entered the room. We went back inside, and I had a memory of the woman attacking us. We moved into the bathroom, and she was still sitting on the toilet seat, with her hands behind her back. I was really afraid to see her hands, but she didn't show them. She was emaciated, and I knew she couldn't move, and was starving to death. She was really subdued, and let us walk past her to the window. I tilted the glass in the window, and looked out. It was pitch black outside, even though it was daytime. I climbed out onto the roof - carefully, because I couldn't see through the darkness. Once I got onto the roof, it was sunny again. Kev followed me, but instead of being on the decorative roofs I had found before, we were on top of a tiny plain roof. We climbed down, and found ourself back in the marketplace. I couldn't remember what we were there for. I saw the Indian woman, and thought about asking her for help, but I didn't think she would remember me. As we walked through the market, I saw the men advertising for The Randoms, and realised that these were the people I had been leading Kev to. I advised him to buy a funny costume to wear before the meeting but he refused.
There was an unrelated scene at the end of the dream, where I was standing on the platform of an old-fashioned train station, waving goodbye to my mother. There was something involving a kitten too.
Date of dream: Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
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.
