Angry Crabs

Date of dream: Thursday, May 31, 2012

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

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I was digging through my closet and found a garbage bag full of large sea shells that I had kept in my closet for years (I don't really have any such collection), many of them conch type shells. I picked one up, and a large living crab fell out of it. It ran up and bit and tore at me with its claws. Suddenly more of these crabs were coming out of the shells in the garbage bag, and they were all after me. I couldn't hide from them. It occured to me that they had spent all of their time in there being filled with rage and plotting revenge with one another in case they ever escaped.

I tried to hide in my bed, in different rooms, but nothing worked. They would always find me and tear little niches in my clothes and skin. My jeans were full of little cuts from their claws. I had to start killing them. My weapon was a pencil. It was hard to kill them though, because doing it with a pencil was gruesome, and they were very expressive. Almost sympathy inducing. I looked at one of them closely and its expression of anger was cartoonish, with black eyebrow-like lines forming an angry \ / over its eyeballs. When I killed them, I tried not to look at their expression. It was very gross and difficult to kill them all, and they did a lot of damage to me and two pairs of my pants in the meantime.

I went to school, high school I guess, but in my old elementary school, and showed people the damage to me and my clothes. I ended up having to go to the clinic and stay in there because I was starting to have an allergic reaction to all the crab injuries, and because I was feeling very traumatized by the experience.  

Additional Comments:

I think there should be some sort of inspired-by-real-life scale on here. Because I have had pretty much no reason at all to think about crabs or shells lately that I can remember. 

Very relegated in the workplace

Date of dream: Sunday, May 27, 2012

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

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I lost my job for some reason and was relegated to being some sort of medical assistant in the mental health field. I got so upset that I dug my nails into my wrists, cutting them so badly I had to get stitches. I remember apologizing to whoever I showed them to (my dad maybe?) as they bled uncontrollably. 

I was forceably admitted for a couple of weeks to a mental health facility belonging to my own company, and wasn't allowed to work in mental health anymore.  

Bad Habits in Japan

Date of dream: Saturday, May 12, 2012

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
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.