Date of dream: Saturday, May 12, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was either living in or visiting Japan with my sister and one of her friends. She and her friend were younger, so I guess this was the past. For some reason, living in Japan meant that we would get phone calls constantly, drink constantly, and spend money constantly. I made a joke that we needed a bug zapper to keep track of how many times we did these things. I guess my point was that a bug zapper is constantly zapping bugs, so the tally of dead bugs would be about the same as our shots, phone conversations and expendatures. At some other point in the dream we were running from some sort of robot monster that we had to disable. It was trying to kill us, but we were more annoyed with it than scared.
Date of dream: Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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1. I was in the past, at my dad's old college residence. It was a different place than in reality, though. A strange place. I was with a couple of college age strangers in a dimly lit atrium who lived with my dad, but he wasn't around. We were sitting around the edge of an indoor pond, lit only by the sky light above it. It had a tree growing out of one edge of it. It had gotten very murky and filthy, and was full of bloated dead earthworms and a few snails, even though it was indoors. While I was talking to these guys, I sat a clear cup of water I was drinking down on the brick edge of this pond. When I picked it up to drink it a few minutes later, one of the guys stopped me. I looked at my drink, and it was as murky as the pond water, and also full of bloated dead worms. I said, "But I only sat it down for a few minutes." The guy said, "That's too long in here." A moment later, a thin guy with dark hair came in and without saying a word, climbed in to the filthy pond, laid down and went to sleep underwater. I guess he didn't need to breathe under there, because only a few bubbles would come up every now and then while he adjusted in his sleep. One of the guys said, "He always sleeps in there. I guess he's trying to make some sort of statement. He knows the water's filthy, but doesn't understand quite how much because he's blind."
2. I was a little kid, and my younger sister and I were on the porch and in the driveway of one of our grandparents' neighbor's houses at the end of a culdesac. We were jumping up and down in the rain and making the water splash. I was filming it. Then my mother approached with her own camera, and we all ran away into the house and out on the back deck. My mom looked for us everywhere, and finally found us in a golden-yellow thorn bush. My mom expressed to the old lady who lived there that the thorn bush was the last place she expected to find us. The old lady looked bored, and said it was the first place she would have looked, because "children like their hiding places to be unique, and armored.
3. I was a teenager, and I was in my grandparents' front yard and driveway with a few kids my age. They were a violent group of kids, and I'd been somewhat peer pressured into playing a game where we played "tag" with knives, and everyone tried to nick everyone else with their knife. Just enough to draw blood, but still painful and scary. There was one girl in particular who was a little too knife happy, and I think I got on her bad side somehow. As the dream went on, she became a guy at some point who would often bully and abuse me. I knew how to get on his good side, so I decided to. I tied him to some exposed tree roots, and while he was yelling and struggling, cut him and beat him up fairly brutally and left him there. Afterwards, he went and showed all of our friends the damage I'd done, as though he were proud of me. He planned to get me back. I decided I didn't want a friendship based on playful but vicious violence, because I'd already had a friendship like that for several years of my youth, and didn't want another one like it. (I really did have a friendship like that once in my life.) This guy seemed to get a crush on me, but he went for some naive younger girl who had a crush on him instead. His friends said it was because I intimidated him by not being submissive and easy to abuse. I wanted to warn the girl not to get in a relationship with him, and that she would regret it.
Additional Comments:
People, including myself, often change gender in my dreams for some reason.
Date of dream: Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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My dad knew how to time travel, and he put him and myself somewhere in the 60s. I felt like a new person, I was so interested in my surroundings. I started talking to a strange man by my side about the people around. He was commenting on the festivities, and food I should try. We were at a busy town square somewhere in the U.S. I don't know where, but I felt like it was in the northeast.
I barely heard a word he said. I was staring at the old people. "Some of these people were born before the turn of the century, weren't they?" I said. "Yeah, that's true," he said, confused by my astonishment. I said, "That's crazy!"
When I neared where I was supposed to meet my dad, the guy jokingly said he thought I had a problem with my attention span. I laughed, thinking that he didn't say ADD because the diagnosis didn't exist yet.
I went in to a ground-floor apartment that was open to the outside. The kitchen was the first thing I walked into from the front door, and the table was full of my dad and some of his guests. They were people neither of us knew, but who he had invited to dinner from next door. It was halloween, and there were halloween decorations all around. I didn't care that it was halloween at all, and couldn't stop marveling at everything in general down to the baseboards and silverware.
At some point things started to look different and I looked up at the calendar. It said it was somewhere in the early 90s now. "Dad, why did you change it to the 90s?" I asked him. "Make it the 60s again!" He said he couldn't, and I said, "Awwww."
