Date of dream: Friday, May 04, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
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I was having a lot of difficulty seeing throughout the whole dream. I was at school part of the
time, and was getting in trouble with my teachers because I couldn't see things properly and
couldn't keep my eyes open. (it felt like I had just woken up and was trying to read fine print). I
got an F on one of my assignments because my teacher (Mannix) said I was too opinionated in the
paper and didn't support my claims enough.
Additional Comments:
This dream was recorded at 10:44 am.
Date of dream: Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I decided to make a charcoal drawing for Katrina on a big sheet of paper. I decided I was going to
make it in the basement, but I was also in the studio addition working on it. She had made me a
similar drawing, and I wanted to return the favor. My parents were going to bed whenever I had just
started the drawing, and I was going to stay up all night working on it. I was using purple and
green. I made some sort of word and wanted to draw the planet earth. I outlined the continents and
ocean and was going to color the earth first. I accidentally started to color the water green
instead of blue. I planned to color over it and make the land green.
I had the drawing hanging off of a small step stool using black metal clips. My parents saw me
working on it and they thought that I was hanging it up so that I could rotate it while I was
working on it and draw on both sides. I corrected them and told them that I was just trying to
secure the drawing.
In another part, I saw my sisters shoes in the basement in our house in Evansville. She was staying
in her old bedroom in Evansville.
Additional Comments:
This dream was recorded at 8:23 pm after a nap.
Date of dream: Monday, November 27, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I was at a concert of some sort. There were four people in the band, and I was sitting in the front
row. Eventually, the concert was ending and they were going to do one last song. They brought a
bunch of people out on stage for the last song (this is where things start getting weird). I
remember seeing a guy dressed in black and all gothed out. One of the people on stage was asking the
audience for beanbags. I looked underneath my chair and found my black beanbag. I gave it to the
guy, but worried that I might not get it back after the show. They set my beanbag with a few other
beanbags at the back right side of the stage. They started performing their song, and everyone
started moving and doing their part for the show. A person who looked like "Sponge Harris"
The nerdy kid in the front left from the old TV show "Salute your Shorts" was also there. He kept moving
from the beanbag section of the stage to the front of the stage where I was sitting. In front of me
was another person who was facing me. Sponge Harris was carrying a really long pencil with a large
(2' X 2') piece of paper on it. He would come up to the person who was standing in front of me, stab
the pencil between the persons arm and chest in the gap where their armpit was, leave the piece of
paper there, and then go back to the beanbag seats. He would repeat this same procedure as the song
played, getting more paper, mark or draw or paint or whatever he did to it, and bring it over to the
man who was in front of me, stabbing the gap under his arm to remove the paper. It was almost
like he was a robot following a pre-determined path on a track. The path was curved evenly and ran
from stage right to the front center of the stage where I was. I awoke from this dream feeling very
confused. I had trouble remembering this dream, and then I had trouble making sense of what had
happened because it was all very strange. It had fairly low cohesion at most parts, and it seems
like the dream kept repeating itself, just like the actions of Sponge Harris repeated themselves.
Upon further thought, I don't even think there were any instruments on the stage, just bean bags and
maybe a table or two. I don't know if there was even much audible music.
Additional Comments:
Last night I entered a couple of old dreams concerning a stage and a concert that I was singing in.
I also talked about miniture train sets, which might be why I dreamed of Sponge moving on a track.
