Date of dream: Saturday, November 27, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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At the start of the dream I was sitting at home getting ready to go out. One of my toenails felt weird, so I got some scissors to cut it. When I looked at my foot, I realised that the nail was raised in a dome over the actual toe, and I could see down the end of it. I saw something dark on my toe, like a new nail was growing. I knew I needed to take the domed nail off, but the thought of it made me squeamish, so I couldn't do it. I just put my sock back on and tried to forget about it.
Later on, I was getting ready to go to a new job. I got dressed and walked outside, and realised I was now in Victorian England. I knew I had gone back in time as some kind of experiment - possibly a TV programme. I had been given a job as a servant for a wealthy man who I think was an army general. I was asked to enter his office along with another woman, who was clearly upper class. He asked us to sit, but there was only one chair. He looked at me and said "I guess you'll have to stand then", and he laughed. The two of them talked for hours, and I had to stand the whole time. I was uncomfortable in the restrictive clothes, my shoes hurt, and I needed the toilet, but I wasn't allowed to move. Eventually, the woman needed to leave, so I was given a five minute break. I rushed downstairs into the toilets. I checked my toe while I was in there too, but the nail was still the same. There was another woman in the toilets who had a similar job to mine. She was nice, and gave me advice on how to make my clothes more comfortable, and how to do my job. While we were talking, I could see all the modern technological things - hand dryer, soap machine, radiator, etc - but they were faded out, like chadows of themselves. I couldn't touch them, and the other woman clearly couldn't see them at all.
Additional Comments:
God I hate things to do with nails so much... Breaking a nail makes me want to vomit, and I've got a bizarre fear that I'll somehow knock the nails off my toes - it's weird. The first part of this dream makes me cringe even to think about it 
Date of dream: Thursday, November 25, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
This dream has been viewed 135 times.
I was on a night out, and I bumped into my ex, Rich, and his new girlfriend. Rich left for some reason, leaving me with the girlfriend, and we ended up getting into a huge physical fight. The fight ended and we went home. The next day, a friend phoned me and told me that the fight had been recorded by someone with a camera phone, and had been uploaded onto the internet. Over the next few days, the video became a huge internet phenomenon, and I was quite pleased, because the video clearly showed that I had come out victorious.
A few days later, I was on the internet, and I saw something posted on a news site, saying that another video had been found of the girl from the "infamous" fight video. I knew it couldn't be me, so I clicked on the link and saw a video of the girlfriend. She was just sitting on a chair, wearing a black outfit, talking to the camera. It was boring, so I clicked to advance the video by a couple of minutes, and was shocked to see that she was now sitting wearing only a pair of black knickers. She looked much fatter than I had been expecting - in real life she's very thin - and there was something strange about her breasts. They looked more like you'd see on a fat man, rather than a woman, they had no substance. She was clearly trying to act sexy on the video, but it just looked awkward. I didn't want to be watching this, so I went to close the video, but I stopped when I saw another person enter the frame. I realised it was Rich, and he sat straddled on her lap, then started kissing her neck. I was horrified to realise this was a sex tape, and I closed the window down before I could see anything else. I picked up my phone and texted Rich, saying "A sex tape? Really? That's some classy stuff...". Over the next few minutes, I seemed to have some sort of breakdown. I was horrified and heartbroken by what I'd seen, even though I'd only seen Rich for a couple of seconds. I'd known, obviously, that they had sex, but the visual proof of it just absolutely destryoed me. I could't stop shaking, and I knew I had to do whatever I could to get away from there - I couldn't ever face seeing them again.
I started running, I ran out of the house and ended up running through a cornfield which seemed like it was never going to end. Eventually, I came out on the other side and ran into my friend Gareth. I think I must have phoned ahead and asked him to meet me, because he seemed to already know what was going on. He told me he'd made arrangements for me to move into the house he was living in. I knew he lived with a few people who were members of some sort of strange and secretive community. I knew once I had become a part of this community, I would be stuck with them. I didn't really want this to happen, but I knew it was the only way I could be sure I'd never run into Rich or the girlfriend again. Gareth showed me into a house, and introduced me to the house leader - an old man in a wheelchair who clearly didn't want me to be there, and a woman I presumed to be his wife. I was shown to the room I'd be sharing with Gareth. It was small, and painted blue, with two blue sofas. The windows were closed and thick curtains were drawn. The air felt extremely hot and heavy, and I couldn't breathe. I asked if I could open the window, but the old man told me the windows were never to be open, the air had to stay this way for some reason. I started panicking because I couldn't breathe, and wanted to leave, but then I remembered the alternative and realised I had to stay.
After settling in, I went to the back garden to meet the other members of the house. There was a woman who looked like Pat Butcher, and she told me we were all going to a nearby fairground. We piled into a car, and headed to a field where the fair was being held. I don't remember much about the fair, but after a while, I decided to leave. I started walking by myself along a dirt track next to a forest. Trucks kept going past me, and they were all driven by black men with African accents. After a while, I realised that I was actually somewhere in Africa. I had no idea how I got there or where exactly I was. As I stopped to ponder this, the car I'd arrived in pulled up, and I was forced to get in with all the other house members and return to the house. I was filled with despair at the knowledge that I'd have to live in that house forever.
Date of dream: Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was living in some sort of big communal building - it was something like a cross between a school and a hospital. My best friend from school, Kerrie, was living with me too. Although we were the same age we are in real life, we were treated like children, and forced to do as we were told, and attend classes. There was a man who worked at the building, and was supposed to be one of our guardians, but he had been sexually abusing me. Kerrie knew, but we knew we could do nothing to stop him. He was really short - about 4'10", and wore a black vest and trousers. He had black hair, stubble, and thick eyebrows, and was in his 50s. It was time for everyone to go to bed, so we all started heading towards a dorm we shared, when I was pulled back and told that I was being given a private bedroom for the night. It was made to sound like a treat, but I knew that it was because the short man was planning to attack me that night.
My friends left, and I went into the private room. It all looked really futuristic, everything was purple and pink, and there was a huge TV screen on the wall opposite the bed, which also doubled as a computer monitor. I sat on the bed and started checking my emails, one of which came from my boss Nicky. She told me she knew what was happening to me too, and she was working on a way to stop it, but unfortunately I was on my own for the night - I'd have to figure out a way to handle things by myself. I noticed a huge bottle of yellow washing up liquid on the floor, and came up with an idea. I picked it up and pierced a hole in the side, causing the washing up liquid to spill on the floor. Just at that moment, the short man came in, slipped on it, and landed on the floor. He didn't get up, so I ran out of the room and headed down a corridor. I still had the bottle in my hand, and I was really aware that it was spilling liquid all down the corridor, and I was worried someone else would slip and hurt themself. I eventually arrived in a common room with a nurses station in it. I ran to one of the nurses to ask for help cleaning up the mess (for some reason this was now my priority, rather than the injured rapist in my bedroom), but as I opened my mouth, the last of the washing up liquid somehow squirted into my face and went in my mouth. I felt like I ought to be gagging, but it actually tasted quite nice, so I just swallowed it. The nurse went to get a mop, and when she opened the cleaning cupboard I saw dozens of christmas presents. I realised that people would buy and wrap presents for other residents, then hand them to the nurses, who would give them out on christmas day. Most of the presents in the cupboard were addressed to someone name Nic.
After a while, I realised it was morning, so I headed off to meet my class. Kerrie was waiting for me, and showed me some new tattoos she had - a USB port on her left wrist, and a USB cable on her right wrist. I somehow knew that this meant the short man had been defeated, and would never be back. My uncle Malcolm was there too, and he came up to me to give me a hug. He stood with both hands on my shoulders, and I saw that he was about to cry. He started apologising, saying he hadn't known that I was being attacked or he would have helped me. I could see he felt terrible, but it wasn't his fault, so I reassured him until he left. Kerrie and I headed off away from the class, and we ended up in some weird corridors. They were all made of grey concrete, and seemed to be on multiple levels, joined by ramps. Some were extremely cramped.
We wandered through these corridors for ages. They felt familiar, but we didn't know where we were going. Kerrie had turned into Emily Osment for some reason. We ended up going up a ramp into a really tight corridor. We were going to have to crawl through it, but there were two broken bits of concrete blocking the way. It would be a really tight squeeze to get through, and I didn't think I'd fit. Emily climbed up first and tried to get through the gap, when two girls appeared and started trying to take photos of us. Emily argued with the girls for ages, until it transpired that they were taking pictures of her because she was wearing heels, which was apparently unusual. I realised I was wearing glittery stilettoes too - not very appropriate for potholing through weird corridors, but I was able to walk in them fine. Emilt had gone back into the main corridor, and I tried to get through the gap into the smaller one. I was scared that I was going to get stuck if we had to backtrack. Just as I was about to give up, I saw a man that I work with in real life, Jeff, looking into the other end of the corridor. He gestured to me and made bird noises. I realised that he was teaching our class today, and this corridor led to an area where birds nested. I knew there were some rare birds there now, but I also knew that I'd gotten through this gap before, and once I got to the other end it was easy to get out. Now that I knew I was ok, I squeezed through the gap and crawled towards the nesting area.
Additional Comments:
One of my most common nightmares is being forced to squeeze into a narrow corridor - it;s something that would scare me in real life too. If there's not enough room to turn around or move my arms, I don't want to be anywhere near it!
