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I was in a shop with some people I knew, and at one end of the shop was a big open area where
people put on performances. My friend Sam was due to sing, and we were all waiting to hear her. While
we were waiting, I bumped into Matthew Perry and we started chatting.
Sam eventually came out and started singing, and she sounded absolutely awful. Everyone in the shop
was making faces, and you could tell that they thought she was bad too, but she was singing with her
eyes closed so didn't notice their reactions. Behind Sam was a shelving unit filled with merchandise for
each performer. I saw some sweets on the display which had Sam's name on them, so I knew these
were being sold in support of her. They were my favourite sweets as a child, and they were really hard
to buy, so I desperately wanted to buy them, but I didn't want the other people in the shop to think I
was enjoying her singing. Eventually, I decided the sweets were worth the humiliation, so I went to
start grabbing them. Sam noticed me and thought I was buying them to support her, and she smiled at
me and looked really happy, and I felt guilty.
I was about to go back to my friends, when I noticed a box of weird creatures which were half ferret
half rat. They were cute, and I decided I'd buy some of those too, so I walked behind Sam and started
looking through the box. I picked up three I liked, and was looking for a fourth when Sam finished her
song. Three men in suits came up to her and sat her in a wheelchair. They tried to wheel her away, but
I was in their way, so they had to push me. I wouldn't move completely away because I wanted to stay
near the box of animals in case anyone else took them. After Sam had gone, Matthew Perry came up to
me and said:
"I can't believe you sold out your friend for a rat".
Ok Shell, lets see if you can spot the really deeply hidden meaning in this one!!!
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I was driving to pick up my friend, when I started to approach a roundabout. A boy, about 18, with long blonde hair suddenly ran accross the road. I slammed on the brakes, even though I was unlikely to hit him, and ended up roling my car onto the roundabout. I got out of the car, which had landed in a bush full of grapes, and crossed back over the roundabout to where the boy was. I started yelling and screaming at him, saying he could've killed me, and he'd wrecked my car. Then I attacked him, and he started fighting back, and eventually we were in a full-blown fight on the floor. A girl, who was his friend, and my ex-boyfriend both appeared out of nowhere and started to pull us apart.
Suddenly, a big group of my friends have appeared on the side of the road, and the boy is gone. I thought that they were there to help me with the car. One of them, a woman who I don't actually know in real life, said that they had all this money, and they needed to vote on who to help, and she thought she should get the help because she was really stressed over "Big Brother" finishing. I was really outraged that people were actually considering this when I needed help with my car, when a man, who I think was a teacher, came over and asked about the car. I walked over to the car with him, after waiting for ages to cross the road, and he was asking me loads of questions, about how much it cost, what happened, was I insured, etc. When we reached the car, Viggo Mortenson was there, with long hair and beard like he has in Lord Of The Rings, and I knew he was a detective with the police. He started examining the car, and we noticed that the back wheels were stacked up on polystyrene, and on top the polystyrene were sheets of sandpaper, with what looked like kids' drawings on them. We discussed this for ages, until Viggo Mortenson realised that it was part of a huge art heist, which had been set up by the boy who'd caused the accident. He'd planted stuff in my car while I was arguing with my friends.
I was handed a digital video camera, and was told to run home, and not stop recording. I was running with a woman with short hair, who I knew was another friend of mine. She had a normal digital camera. She was singing Phantom Of The Opera, and I knew I was meant to be singing too, but she kept getting the words wrong, and because she was singing loudly, everyone would think it was me who had it wrong, so I kept quiet. Everyone was staring at us as we ran. When we got back to my house, I realised that the video camera had gone onto standby mode. The woman and I managed to fix it, and it set up a direct video link back to Viggo Mortenson. He was asleep on a sofa, and I was really annoyed, because he was supposed to be helping us. He told us that we would have to wait, because Claudia Schiffer had just turned up at his house, and wanted to have sex with him. I knew Claudia Schiffer really well, and I knew we hated each other, so I thought it was just a way for her to get at me. Then I realised that the woman I was with, with the sort hair, had loads of electrodes attatched to her body, and she was controlling Viggo Mortenson while he slept with Claudia Schiffer. I told her that it was wrong, because Claudia Schiffer didn't know, but the woman just kept laughing. I realised that everyone had forgotten about my car.
God only knows where this came from...