Date of dream: Thursday, June 28, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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Jeff and I were parked on the side of an empty road, enjoying each other's company. There was a field next to the road, and the sky was clear with a full moon. Jeff turned on Austra and we climbed on the roof of his car to listen to it. Then I got off of the car and stepped into the field because I felt like dancing for Jeff, and just because I felt like dancing in general. Down there in the grass, I invented a new form of dance that no one had ever thought of before. I spread my fingers out facing the full moon, and moon beams shone through them like dim spotlights. I moved my hands all around me keeping my fingers spread, but my fingertips close together, and it caused the moonbeams to dance with me, as though I were controlling a dim sort of disco ball. When I woke up, Jeff and I were trying to come up with a name for dancing with moonbeams.
Date of dream: Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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Jeff and I were out drinking at a bar. We drank a lot, especially me. For some reason we didn't have to show our IDs until it was time to pay for all the drinks. Jeff pulled out his ID, and it wasn't his, but his friend Justin's. He was trying to pass himself off as this friend and use his ID. Jeff is 28, and doesn't even remotely look like Justin. I thought, what the hell?
The guy behind the counter was almost cartoonishly large, loud and Italian, and started threatening to kick us out because he could tell the ID was fake. I started calling Jeff "Justin" and insisted it was just a bad photo to stick up for him, even though I was still very confused. It didn't work though, so I offered up my own ID and argued with the guy that we were obviously both of age, although we both actually look pretty young.
I don't remember anything about the dream after arguing with the guy for a really long time.
Additional Comments:
The bartender did remind me a lot of the Italian guy in The Lady and the Tramp, which I did watch recently.
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.
