Vivid Fever Dreams

Date of dream: Sunday, April 22, 2012

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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1: I was hiking with my parents and sister. I was proud of this road I found to walk along, which went along a creek, up a mountain, up to a railroad track where we can take a "Turkish" train ride, sort of like a roller coaster. the guy who let us on spoke French. We rode the train down a long series of exciting hills and back up. On the way up we saw giant blue and pink flowers. I wanted to get a picture laying inside one of these flowers. Jenna started to ask me questions about Jesus. I was weirded out by this. She said that she was thinking of becoming Christian. I expressed the damage that I felt Christianity and other organized religion had done to society, and wondered why and how she would randomly start believing in mystical stuff. 

Suddenly I was in this same scene lying on top of a ledge beneath a cliff getting sun when a red car or truck started creeping over the edge of the cliff above me. My sister was down below yelling at me to move, but I didn't think the person would actually drive off the edge of the cliff. They did, and barely missed me on their way down to the ground, hitting my ledge. It was a couple trying to kill themselves, and they hadn't succeeded. I got down from the cliff ledge and chased after them with a part from their broken car and beat them unconscious with it so they couldn't kill themselves. Then I got help from a house that was next to them. While I was explaining to the people in the house what was happening, and that they needed to get help for this suicidal couple, the couple regained consciousness simultaneously and I had to beat them unconscious with the car part again. They stayed passed out this time, and I left them in the front yard for the people who lived there to deal with them. I briefly woke up, drenched in sweat. 

2: I was taking a house tour through my dad's (deceased) parents' old house with my boyfriend, a few acquaintances, and the people who were trying to sell it. My boyfriend was very interested in the house, and the acquaintances were somewhat interested. I wasn't interested at all, because I had a lifetime of memories in this house, including the fact that two of my relatives, including my granddad, had died here. We went through a door in a far corner of his bedroom where I didn't normally go throughout my life. It led to a gigantic middle floor that I had never known existed. I was shocked, and telling the people around me that I'd spent my entire life going to this house on a regular basis, and had no idea there was a gigantic middle floor. It had a bar, and a railed landing that wrapped around a 20 ft. high ceiling. The guy giving the tour explained that there would often be a secret floor in houses of my grandfather's generation, where only select adult friends of the couple were allowed to go. 

3: I was on a high school trip to large city somewhere, and we were in a  theater watching a movie on a huge screen. There were no chairs in the back where I was sitting, and a bunch of us were crowded together on the floor. A girl named Tara that I used to go to school with was sitting to the right of me, and told me that she was so sensitive about movies that she laughed and cried through literally all of them. She kept reacting this way to every scene, and it was getting on my nerves. Then there was a scene where someone got crushed by a boulder, and Tara said it was gonna make her barf. I tried to move away from her, but she still barfed on me a little. I was really upset and got as far away from her as possible. Other people seemed annoyed that I wasn't helping her or helping clean it up. I told them I had a barf phobia and to leave me alone. 

Then the group of us were walking along a street on the outskirts of this city, and Tara kept getting really close to me with her barfy clothes still on, and accusing me of being a jerk for not helping her. I tried to be nice, but then my friend told her he hated her and thought she was stupid, and that she should get the crap away from us. Instead of feeling bad, I just wished I had been that mean to begin with. 

Some people on the side of the road started shooting the group of us with water guns, just to be mean. The wanna-be tough preppy guys in our group grabbed their water guns away from them and chased them with the water guns. We followed them trying to get them to rejoin the group, and suddenly realized they had led us into a really bad part of town. They accidentally hit some people with their water guns who pulled out real guns and started shooting at us. We all managed to get away.

Then we went into a store of some sort, where a person came in with a gun and made us lay on the ground while he robbed the place. He took one of us hostage and she was so scared. I felt really bad for her. I didn't think he would shoot her, but he did, in the head, and she was still alive, but just barely. I woke up again, even more drenched in sweat this time. 

I slipped back into this dream then, and we were all on the bus going home. The principal showed us a giant file where we had all committed a crime of some sort on the field trip. I looked through it and one of mine was not helping the sick girl. I argued about the logistics of this being a crime, and the principal decided to take it out of the "crime files." The last thing I remember is searching through the files to find what other "crimes" I had committed. 

Hospital Fire

Date of dream: Friday, March 30, 2012

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I was being arrested in my house. I can't remember why. Multiple traffic offenses, I think. I was being immature and belligerent about it, and had to go to jail. The house wasn't my house in real life. It was a strange one I've never seen. I lived in a strange city. The police station was downtown, and I had to go there first to do some paper work before they took me to jail.

It was night time, and there were other offenders in the police station of various sorts. The station was on the 10th or so floor of a skyscraper in the downtown of the city. The street-facing wall was made of glass, so you could see inside the building across the street, which also had a glass wall on its 10th floor. The building across the street was a hospital. We were looking into one of its main offices.

While we were waiting late into the night to finish our paper work, someone noticed that this hospital office we could see into across the street had caught fire. Patients inside were being moved into the room as the flames surrouned everyone. After a few minutes, we could see patients being engulfed in flames. Then we saw a priest say a prayer facing us, just before he threw himself into the fire to get his death over with, as there was no escape.

Then we saw a cop who was there trying to save people make the decision to kill himself as well. I stopped watching after he shot himself, but one of the guys I was with told me that the cop had had to shoot himself four times before he died.

I wanted to use my one phone call to tell someone what was happening, but our building was on lock-down while fire trucks and rescue squads down below tried to save people. I felt horrified, traumatized, nauseous. I felt like I was going to throw up. A guy next to me started crying and carrying on, and I told him if he didn't stop I was going to hit him, because I couldn't take anymore at the moment. I couldn't absorb anymore and I just wanted to shut it all out until I could stand to think about it.  

Additional Comments:

I saw a movie last night where a girl set herself on fire, but that's the only real-life inspiration I can think of. This dream felt very real. It took me a few moments after I woke up to realize that it wasn't. 

Serbia is Going to Explode! Or was it Siberia?

Date of dream: Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I was a student of science at some university or another. I had somehow deduced that Serbia was going to explode due to massive volcanic pressure. I wrote a paper on this and sent it to several professors with a note that if they didn't make sure it was published and publicized, I was going to have lesbian sex with their daughters.

Then I jumped in my car and drove off to find some important scientists and tell them about my findings. I stopped at a place where geological research was taking place. There were a bunch of unskilled workers being barely paid to roll and push rocks around a track in the hot sun, to test something about their composition. There were no actual scientists at this facility, though.

There were some goats grazing in the center of the track. Some of them were cute and fluffy, and I called one of them a "cute face," which I sometimes call my boyfriend in real life. An ugly male goat on the groud answered me in English, saying he thought I was cute too. I thought, "Ew, this goat thinks I was hitting on him. I hope he doesn't follow me and try to talk to me."

I looked at one of the guys pushing the rocks around and felt sorry for him. I said I'd help if I thought I could lift the rocks. He said he thought I could, so I tried, and it turned out I could. I worried then that helping him might make him think I was hitting on him, which was a gross thought, so I did my best to not give him that impression. I did his job for him until I accidentally badly injured a guy by rolling a rock down some stairs and bloodying his face. His friend got sick at the sight of blood. Then I remembered I had a job to do! I had to inform people that Serbia was going to explode! Or was it Siberia? I couldn't remember anymore!

I drove off, determined to let people know that either Serbia or Siberia was going to explode.  

Additional Comments:

I have not seen or read anything to do with Serbia or Siberia lately. Utterly random.