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I was at a drama school, and I was returning after some time off, I was either ill or on holiday. They
were in the middle of rehearsels for a musical version of Romeo and Juliet, and I got told that Juliet had
dropped out at the last second, so I had to play her. Not only did I not know the songs, I didn't know
the script. They seemed to think that because I was studying drama, I would know the entire script of
Romeo and Juliet off by heart. I seemed to be the only person who was concerned by this. Everyone
was trying to rehearse and prepare, and I went into the toilets to read the script a bit. When I came
outside, the school was still there, but the surrounding area was barren and desolate, like it was an ex
war zone. I realised that we were at war, and had been for ages.
I walked over to the tennis courts outside the school, and there were two Chinese soldiers and an
officer hiding there. They were trying to plant a bomb, I think. A man from next to me threw a grenade
into the tennis courts, and we started to run away. The grenade seemed to take ages to explode, plenty
of time for the soldiers to run away, but they didn't. The two soldiers were killed, and the officer got
blown into the air, miles and miles, and landed in Mexico. I'm not sure what country we were in to begin
with, but it looked European, so he flew a long way! I wasn't there anymore, but I knew that Mexico
and China hated each other, and had been at war for decades. The officer landed next to a Mexican
family - a young couple and their todler. The Mexican guy was huge; really tall and quite fat, and the
officer had shrunk, and was about the same size as the todler. He still had a rifle, but the Mexican man
took it off him and laughed. The officer was getting really agitated, but the family just kept laughing at
him because he was so small.
They all looked up the road, and saw a trail of about 5 or 6 foam Incan-style pyramids on small sets of
wheels driving towards them. The pyramid shapes were mounted onto tiny motorised cars, and were
each a different colour. They were all driven by middle aged men, and the leading one was driven by
Peter Griffin (the dad from "Family Guy"). The pyramids were supposed to be edible, but one of the
drivers was complaining that his wasn't. Peter Griffin said that he'd found a way to stop the war. He had
placed 9 nuclear bombs on 9 different space stations, each belonging to a different nation. He had a
map with lights on that showed their locations. He told everyone that one of them would be chosen to
blow up, unless... Then I woke up.
While I don't think I've had this dream before, there was definately a familiar feel to it, like it was deja
vu rather than just a dream. Everything from where I saw the Chinese soldiers onwards seemed almost
comic-book like, which is unusual, because I normally dream about real-looking people, even if the
situations are odd. It was also strange because I was not present in the dream after the grenade went
off, it was like I was watching it, and this doesn't happen to me often.
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I was talking to one of my old college lecturers about the fact that my results hadn't come through yet.
I told her that I could never get the results I deserved because of Kevin, one of my other lecturers.
She told me that she understood, and we had to speak to the governor and try to get him fired. The
governor was a really posh woman with a huge house, and myself and my lecturer went to speak to
her. I told her how Kevin made racist comments all the time to students, and sexist comments too, and
that I already had lots of qualifications - this one was easy and I knew I'd earned a good grade, but he
wouldn't let me collect it.
I went to visit my friends, who had just moved into a caravan near the local shops. I asked to use the
toilet, but they said it was doubled as a cupboard, and was just a hole in the floor. I said I didn't mind,
because I really needed to go. I shut myself in the toilet, then there was a knock on the caravan door.
It was someone trying to find me. My friend, Ashley, was stood outside the toilet, and he wouldn't let
them come in, or admit I was in there. Eventually, they went away.
I was shopping with my ex-boyfriend, in Monsoon. They had a brilliant sale, and all the dresses were
about Â£3, but they were all in really small sizes. I looked in the mirror, and realised that the right side
of my face looked just like Sandra Bullock, while the left had gone distorted and ugly.
I have Bell's Palsy, which means that the left hand side of my face is temporarily paralysed, so I think
that's why I dreamt about my face changing in two halves. I'm still waiting for my results, even though
I know what they are because my course was assignment based. I think my female lecturer was
actually Anne Heche in this dream, but I'm not sure.
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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...