Date of dream: Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was in a big building which was like a school or a university. I was in the toilets, getting ready to go to a big presentation in the auditorium. There was an elderly man cleaning the floor in the toilets. He looked completely normal, but something about him creeped me out. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I felt a sense of evil coming from him.
I finished in the toilets and went to the auditorium, where I sat with my friend Shell. I was sat a few rows back from the front, with an aisle on my right side. The presentation was something to do with a program or foundation my grandfather had started before he died. Standing near the front was my aunt, and my dad, who I haven't had any contact with for years. My aunt saw me and waved at me. My dad didn't notice me, but I realised he would probably not recognise me as he hadn't seen me since I was a child. Though I didn't really want contact with him, I desperately wanted him to notice me. Partway through the presentation, my dad and my aunt headed for their seats, a couple of rows behind me. It was the first time I'd seen my dad's face since we arrived. He looked young, maybe about 30, but the thing thst struck me most were his eyes. They were exactly like mine (and my aunt's for that matter). I made eye contact with him as he walked past, and I remember thinking "How can he possibly not recognise me when our eyes are the same?". He didn't seem to recognise me, so as he passed I reached out and touched his leg. He stopped and looked at me properly, and realised who I was. He couldn't talk, because the presentation was still going, so he took his seat, but I knew we would speak later.
Throughout the presentation, Shell and I somehow seemed to move to the left, and by the end we were nowhere near my dad. When everyone got up to leave, I ended up losing him in the crowd. Shell lost her handbag, and wanted me to help her find it, but I raced outside, jumped into my car, and started speeding through the streets. The streets looked like somewhere in mainland Europe, and though the place was unfamiliar, I knew where I was going. I stopped outside a large building with lots of pillars. I checked my phone, and saw that I had 6 messages. I hoped one was from my dad, but they weren't. One was my aunt, one was Shell, and the rest were my mum. I started trying to read them, but more and more messages kept arriving, and I couldn't keep up with them.
Additional Comments:
In reality, I do definitely have my dad's eyes, and they're probably my favourite feature. I think he appeared as still young because I have no idea how he would look now that he's in his 50s.
Date of dream: Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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In the dream, there were two versions of my ex-boyfriend Rich. One (Rich #1) lived in Brighton with a female friend named Hannah (I think she was based on his real-life friend, Suzy, but she looked like my real-life friend, Ceilidh). The other (Rich #2) lived near me. I had been staying with Rich #2 for the weekend. Rich #1 had invited us both to Brighton for a party at his house. Rich #2 was going to drive us there and back. I left my overnight bag at his house, as we were going to return there after the party.
When we arrived, we started walking up some stairs to get to Rich #1's house. There were loads of other people arriving with Hannah at the same time. For some reason, I was only wearing a bra. I had a large bath towel wrapped around me to hide my nakedness. Hannah's friends were already drunk, and were pushing and shoving, so I sat down on the stairs to make sure I didn't drop my towel. Hannah came up to me, not realising I was wearing the towel, and tried to pick up the corner of it to go and put it away. I kept shouting to her to let go, but she didn't listen. When she eventually heard me, she apologised and helped me to wrap it back around myself, then she took me up the rest of the stairs to the house. She showed me to her room, and lent me some clothes.
Now full dressed, I joined the party. After a while, I bumped into Rich #1 in the corridor. He asked me if I would stay, in the guest room, as the drive back was so long. I thanked him, but told him Rich #2 was taking me home. Rich #1 told me to stay anyway, but I told him I couldn't because all my things were at Rich #2's house. He kept asking and I kept turning him down, and eventually I realised that he really wanted me to stay, and he was jealous of Rich #2, even though it was another form of himself.
Additional Comments:
During the dream, it didn't seem at all odd that Rich was two people at the same time. I'm wondering if it was representative of the fact that the Rich I went out with, and the Rich I know now, seem to be two different people in reality.
Date of dream: Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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This dream seemed to be a series of unconnected scenes:
- I was at the gym with my mum. We were in the car park getting ready to leave. There was a huge gate leading out onto the road. Outside was a group of girls. One of them was my ex's new girlfriend, who my mum had been trying to get a glimpse of for months, so I pointed her out.
- I was working for a very wealthy celebrity - I think it might have been Elton John. He lived in a penthouse which had business associates coming and going all the time. I had to do anything that was asked - welcoming people, getting them to leave, arranging meetings, etc. There were some Japanese visitors, including a woman in full geisha costume.
- I had a phonecall from my aunt, to say that there was a family gathering she wanted me to attend. I think it might have been my dad's funeral. I drove, with the aid of a satnav, and I was worried about the drive home. When I arrived, everyone went to a big hall with loads of food. I had some flying saucer sweets, and was using them to scoop custard into my mouth. I realised that my aunt was stood beside me doing the same thing.
- I was walking down a street, but I was in some sort of a trance. Every few seconds I would take a step forwards, towards the curb. There was an old Chinese woman watching me, and she was clearly in distress - she was crying and desperately wanting to help me. I realised that I was being made to take a step forward for every time I'd wished I was dead. If I fell off the curb, I really would die. I got right to the edge, and looked like I would stop, but then I took a final step, fell to the floor, and died. The woman ran to me and started hugging me, while crying hysterically.
