Date of dream: Friday, August 27, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I'm in a large auditorium crowded with people. We're here to watch a movie, but I just want to get
away from the people that surround me. Eventually I realize I'll never get through the throngs of
people, and I stand up to try to read the poster across the room that advertises we're going to see.
It is soon revealed that it is a movie about everything in the world, but I don't pay it much mind.
After hours and hours I wonder when the movie will end, but realize it might not ever end.
Date of dream: Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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A boy swims around the sun, down at the bottom of an aqua sea. Glistening around the sun are white
spots, and it is understood that this is why the sun has gone bad. We need to fix the spots.
And so the boy swims around the sun, counting the spots with numbers that visually appear and then
float to the surface.
Additional Comments:
sóla
Date of dream: Monday, July 19, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
This dream has been viewed 322 times.
A girl is trying to kill me. We move and slide through the lethargy of a half-sleeping crowd, under
their tables and between their idle chatting-- but ultimately with no where to go except back to
each other. The room is unnaturally dim, with some artificial-colored light wafting above our heads
(no window, no door, no escape).
I consider if it is even worth the running. Should I let her kill me? No, I decide, it's best to run
for now. I can always kill myself later.
I squeeze into a booth-seat and resign myself to outside help. I tell an adult I need to talk to
her, and her concern for my troubles subsides once I tell her what the problem is. She doesn't care.
Up from the seat, shoving through the crowd, my hand fondling a newly-discovered knife. It isn't
long before my murderess locks sight on me. Up from her seat, shoving through the crowd, her hand
firmly enclosing a scalpel-knife.
My knife meets her first, and the blood slides down with ultimately no where to go except to pool at
the soles of my shoes.
Additional Comments:
boo
