Date of dream: Thursday, December 30, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was at my friend Sam's house, and we'd been having a heart to heart. i think I'd confessed something to her which I thought would be a big deal, but she'd taken it really well. She invited me to stay for dinner, and asked if I'd mind going to find her husband Rich, and their son while she started cooking. She told me they'd gone to the beach, which was only a few minutes walk away, so I left to find them. I reached the beach, and saw Rich playing with his son in the water. I waited for them to come onto the sand, but they walked right past me and didn't see me. They went and sat on a wall nearby, so I went and sat next to Rich, but he still didn't notice me - he was preoccupied with something his son was doing. Eventually, I spoke to him, and he turned round and was surprised to see me. I told him Sam and I had been having an argument, then I realised argument was the wrong word, but I couldn't think of how best to describe the discussion. I told him she'd sent me to find them, and tell them it was time to go home for dinner. While they were packing their stuff away, Rich asked me if I was ok, and I told him I thought I was going crazy. The dream then cut to an image that was apparently in my mind, of hundreds of tiny, multicoloured balls of fur, with eyes, bounding their way up a white metal staircase. They seemed to be climbing up tp a waterslide. At various points, the staircase split, and some of the balls went down stairs instead of up, and this apparently meant that my mind was working backwards. It also had something to do with my feet, but I have no idea how.
A little later, I met up with a friend called Luke, who I hadn't seen for many years. We started chatting, and ended up discovering that we could both sing really well, and we decided to form a band. The dream cut to around a year later, and we were now part of a really successful band. There were two other members - another childhood friend of Luke and I, and a guy who appeared to be a younger version of Michael Cera, who was out guitarist. We had just come off stage from a huge gig, and were in our dressing room. It had a large communal area, and a row of cubicles where we could change individually. The Michael Cera guy had become the most famous of the band, and had turned into a total idiot, who took a lot of drugs. The other guy would often team up with him, and they would both be really mean to Luke and I. Luke was my only friend left. We entered the dressing room, and the Michael Cera gay came up behind me and started hugging me, and looking over my shoulder. I couldn't figure out what was going on, until Luke pointed out that he was trying to look down my top. He laughed and called me a slut. I shrugged him off and got really annoyed - it was the latest in a long line of inappropriate behaviour, and I was at breaking point. The three guys went to their cubicles to get changed, and someone else came in. I realised it was my friend Martin, who I hadn't seen for a couple of years. We chatted, and he said I looked sad, but I didn't want to talk about it. He came up behind me and put his arms round me, and my first thought was that he was doing the same thing that the Michael Cera guy had done, but then I realised that he was actually just giving me a genuine hug. I suddenly felt overwhelmed, both that someone had made a nice gesture to me, and that someone had touched me in a gentle way, and I told him everything that had happened. He was furious, and immediately kicked in the doors of the cubicles, and started beating up both the guys who had been horrible to me. After he left, Luke gave me a lift home to my parents' house, where I spent the night.
The next morning, my mum asked me to help her with a plan. A man had done something - possibly conned her or attacked her - and now she wanted to kill him to get revenge. We knew he was going to be in the next town over at a dentist appointment, so we were going to drive there. We only had a short window of time, but my mum was sitting around in her pyjamas and refused to get dressed, no matter how much I kept nagging and begging. I went into the kitchen and found a poisonous powder which could be mixed into water to make a lemon drink, and this was how we planned to kill the man. While I was there, my friend Mark knocked on the door and told me that he and his girlfriend Nicky were going to a fairground, and wondered if I would like to go. I did, but I said no and he left. After a while, he returned (it was too late for us to get to the next town and kill the man now, and my mum was still in her pyjamas), and asked if I would please come to the fairground. He said that he'd told Nicky he wanted to go, and she'd told him they were going to the theatre instead. They ended up arguing, and she told him to go to the fair without her, but he really didn't want to go alone. I agreed to go, and told him I'd pick him up in an hour. When I got to his house, I discovered he had been kidnapped by an old lady - possibly a witch - and imprisoned at the top of a tall tower. He was held in place by a large strip of plastic which was wrapped around his waist. Another person was strapped to the other end, and it was weighted in the middle like a seesaw. I somehow knew that Nicky had arranged this because she was annoyed that he hadn't gone to the play with her, so I was reluctant to help unless I got caught by the witch too.
Date of dream: Friday, February 20, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Myself and my family were part of some kind of resistance group - no idea of the politics involved but we were quite prominent figureheads of this increasingly popular group. In order to retain some order, and to make us look bad, the authorities were regularly framing members of our group, or having them imprisoned for minor crimes such as parking violations. As the dream began, I had been arrested for something minor, and sentenced to a week in prison - in the dream this was seen as quite a considerable sentence. I was escorted into the prison, and there were lots of photographers and reporters outside. I put on a brave front, and acted as though I was happy to be locked up for our cause, but inside I was absolutely terrified.
Once I was inside, I was shown to a common room where the other prisoners were chatting and playing pool. I thought these would be hardened criminals, and that they would attack me or bully me, but as soon as I walked in they came over and introduced themselves, and I was surprised to find that they were all really nice. I spent all day chatting to the women, and eventually we were told it was time to go to our cells for the night. I was escorted to my cell, and I was horrified. It was about 2 metres wide, and 4 metres long. There was a very narrow bed on the left wall, and a metal toilet on the right wall. The room was so small i thought it was probably converted from a toilet cubicle. Everything looked dirty - the toilet and the bedframe was rusty, the mattress was stained, the walls and floor were filthy. Eventually I managed to get to sleep by laying on my side in the middle of the narrow bed. In the morning, the guards came in and forced you to use the toilet while they watched - it was some kind of security check.
The first night was awful, but I soon became used to the situation. I realised that my cell wasn't actually dirty, it really just needed decorating, and I got to the point where I was quite happy to be in there. I borrowed books from the prison library and would read them in my cell. I even got used to the toilet checks first thing in the morning. Getting used to my cell, coupled with the fact that I got on so well with the other prisoners meant that I was actually not having a bad time in prison. Because of my position in the resistance, and the fact that I was so well known, I had quickly become popular among the other prisoners. Eventually, my week was up, and I was released.
A few days later, I was arrested again, for something I hadn't done. I was told I had to serve another week in prison, but I really wasn't worried now I knew what to expect. One of my colleagues, Tanya, had also been arrested and sentenced too, and she was really scared. We arrived at the prison together, and she was crying while I tried to reassure her. When we went inside, the prisoners were happy to see me again. I introduced Tanya to everyone and she seemed to calm down a little, but when we went to our cells later - I had the same cell and she was in the one to my left - she started crying again. I tried to explain to her that i had felt the same, but it really wasn't that bad, and tried to encourage her to read a book in her cell, but there was no way to console her. I was shut into my cell, and felt surprisingly happy to be back - I felt at home.
Date of dream: Sunday, August 17, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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This dream was really weird with semingly disconnected scenes:
1. I was in some kind ob huge glass building with a group of friends. It was really peaceful and everyone was really calm. We were stood chatting when a Chinese man wearing a gymnastics outfit came up to us and started speaking to me. He said there was a wonderful place he wanted to take me to. I said we'd love to go and he said "Your friends can't come, only those who have lived and died can come". I realised that both myself and the Chinese man were dead, and I realised I had to go with him so I could learn to accept it. We left, and were joined by a younger girl.
A little later the three of us were on some kind of wooden go-cart, racing through the streets. I was at the front, the girl was behind me, and the Chinese man was standing at the back, steering. I saw something shiny on the floor so I said "Stop, I found something". The cart stopped, and I looked down and said "Nope, just broken glass. Go.". We sped off again, and were singing Kids In America. I laughed and said it was funny because none of us were actually American.
2. There was some kind of scene involving an Arab prince - he was a child, and was friends with a little girl who wasn't royalty. At the beginning, they were talking. I was watching them rather than being part of it. I somehow knew that this scene was only chapter 1 of something. I was getting bored, so I skipped it ahead to chapter 3. The prince and the girl were now standing on top of a large round structure, all encrusted with jewels. the prince was somehow managing to manipulate 6 puppets at once. I knew that the puppet story must have happened in chapter 2, and I wished I'd been patient and watched it, because now I didn't know what was going on.
3. I'd been on a night out with my friend Michelle, and her mum Elaine. We were really drunk, and we had gone back to my house. We were chatting for a while. then we all collapsed in a heap on the bed and fell asleep. When I woke up, I realised something was really wrong with Elaine, and Michelle had vanished. Elaine had a fever and was writhing around, clearly really ill. She leant over and started heaving as though she was going to be sick. I realised she was about to throw up on a pile of my jewellery, so i tried to steer her head more towards the floor, but she never actually threw up.
