Date of dream: Saturday, May 26, 2012
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N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was going with my dad to pick up a couple of my sister's friends so we could bring them back to some party or event she was having. For some reason we were driving all the way to NYC to get them, and for some reason I decided to take my little black cat, Lucy, who ran away some time ago in real life.
The weather kept getting worse and worse while we were driving, and we got out at some point to see people in the street floating around in the crazy wind by their umbrellas. We got back in the car and tried to hurry to the people's houses before the weather got even worse. I didn't realize we were in NYC until I saw the statue of liberty's head floating down a river of rain water on a hill above the road we were traveling on.
My dad said that this wasn't a result of the hurricane. "They" sent the head down that particular river every day around the same time as an event for the tourists.
I was excited to be in NYC because I've never been, but felt kinda bad that it had to be during a crazy hurricane and flood.
Finally the wind slowed down, but the flood waters were still rising, and we knew the wind would come back. We had to abandon the car and try to walk to get to where my sister's friends lived. I held Lucy facing me to my chest. She never once tried to get away, but clinged to me the entire time. We came to a place where we were going to try to cross a street, but my dad wanted me to see how deep the water was. I stepped in and was submerged up to my chest, and Lucy up to her neck. Still, she just clung to me and didn't make a sound. I felt her fur and it was soaking wet. I was worried about her getting hurt or running away and held onto her as well as I could.
When we realized how deep the water was getting, we gave up on picking Jenna's friends up, and tried to make it safely back home. I know I managed to never lose my cat, but I can't remember exact details after deciding to turn back.
Additional Comments:
I dream about Lucy often since I lost her. Usually about finding her. We were very close for about seven years. I've also noticed a theme in my dreams lately of traveling to strange and interesting places, usually in cities, alone with my dad. I'm not sure what that's about.
Date of dream: Sunday, May 13, 2012
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was driving somewhere in Knoxville, when a guy I was involved with in the past in my hometown jumped in my back seat at a red light and put a knife to my throat. I could feel the coldness and pressure of the blade very clearly. He told me to drive him to where he could get some drugs. I did what he said. Later on, he did the same thing, but this time he had been hiding in my parked car waiting for me.
I went to the cops, and filed a report. Two days later, I told my boyfriend over the phone what had happened. I hadn't been in touch with him in days because I was out of town on business or something. In the conversation, I told him that I'd been raped by this guy as well, and believed that I had, although that didn't play out in the first part of my dream.
Jeff was of course very upset and wanted to know why I hadn't talked to him until now. I said it was because I was in shock and hadn't really left my house or talked to anyone except the cops. The more I thought about it afterwards though, the more vague the memories of it got, until it all seemed like a bad dream. I started to wonder if I'd really just dreamt that it had happened, or if it really had and I was dissociating from the trauma. Soon, I began to believe that it was a dream, and that I had accused an innocent person of things I'd only dreamt. I felt like I was going crazy.
Date of dream: Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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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.
