Date of dream: Saturday, April 21, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was with my boyfriend and family on a beach vacation to a series of marshy islands, where there weren't many tourists. My boyfriend was sleeping well into the evening, and I was wondering if he'd ever get up in time to join in on the things that were happening. I was also worried about reading a series of maybe 30 short stories I needed to catch up on in a literature class before I had a final exam worth most of my grade.
My parents and sister had been hunting in the marshes for snakes and lizards using a speed boat and some sort of tiny animal about the size of a lizard. Maybe a tiny black dog? They would put it on a leash, and force it to swim quickly through the water outside the boat. They were renting the animal, and it was trained to find creatures in the water and sort of herd them to the end of a swampy marsh. I thought this was inhumane, and didn't really want to participate, but I did eventually.
Later on, I was digging up seashells, and this small creature was helping. It dug up a giant one, but when I helped pull it out, it had horrible stinging tentacles that latched onto my towel, and I had to leave the towel on the beach because I couldn't get them off of it.
At the end of the dream, my parents were planning a sailing / hunting trip in a large, round-trip circle around one island. They were attaching a large velro-y map of their hunting trip to a sail, so other tourists would know which route they were on. I was worried about whether or not I should go, because I had all those stories to read, and also because I had mono (I really do have mono.)
Date of dream: Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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When the dream started, I was seeing an above-view of a famous, but unfamiliar artist and a shapely blonde woman. They were drunk, and she was naked but he wasn't. He was half-lying on her, and using crayons to draw various-sized rectangles all over her body. In the light, when he filled them in and then switched directions with the crayon-strokes, it would change their color, because of the way the light reflected. Purple would become blue streaked with white, red would become pink streaked with white, etc.
He confided in her, "I don't really know what art is, anymore."
The dream shifted then, and I became this man. I was with a pretty Asian woman this time. She was imploring me about something. She grabbed me by the shoulders and hair, and began dragging me face down across her kitchen floor. On each tile was painted the title of a book written to incite change or revolution. There were the familiar ones. Orwell, Dickens, Marx, a few others like that. But then there were others I didn't recognize. She was dragging my face across these tiles and making me read them out loud and remember them. They were all black and white.
Then the woman wanted me to take a shower and wash my hair. I didn't want this, and only ever bathed by swimming in the ocean. She made me use shampoo, and afterwards my hair poofed out hugely and comically.
The dream shifted again, and I was my regular female self, lying naked at the side-edge of my family's yard by some trees. I was using crayons to draw those same rectangles over my body and watching their colors shift in the sunlight. My mom came outside then and yelled at me to get back in the house. I went inside covering my breasts with my arms while mom yelled at me for being naked and covered in crayon like a crazy person. When I got inside, the house became the house of my childhood. I went upstairs to take a bath like my mom told me to, but when I filled the tub up with water I realized it was full of the clean clothes she had just washed for me. I felt bad and absent-minded and fished them out. Then I wrung them out, put them back in the hamper and took a bath.
Date of dream: Sunday, March 18, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was back in grad school, and it was the semester I was supposed to graduate, towards the end of the semester. I realized suddenly that I was only actually regularly attending one of my classes, and because of laziness or forgetfulness or something, had stopped attending the other three classes early on. My classes were all in the same building and were in the four core subjects, like it was high school or something.
Since I suddenly cared, I decided to go to the teachers or professors or whatever to find out if I could possibly catch up. The first one I talked to apologized and said she'd let another student take my spot in the class. She was really concerned and asked me if I'd been sick. I said "Uh, yeah."
Realizing it was futile, I turned to finding ways of holding on to the diploma they'd already given me. I started rummaging through the "diploma room" looking for copies of it in case they wanted it back, and ended up grabbing something that I thought was a copy because it had my name on it. I opened it when I got to my car, and it turned out it was a really important list that I had stolen, and had to return. A few nails and screws and some scrap metal fell out with it.
I despaired, and thought that at least my company would let me be a case manager maybe, because that only requires a bachelor's. If they let me stay at all, that is.
. . .
When I woke up, I looked at my diploma, which I put in a visible place as instructed by the guest speaker at graduation. She actually warned all of us about pretty much the exact dream I just described, which I've had probably 30 times now.
Additional Comments:
*Neil Gaiman reference. See Dream of 1000 Cats. I still site everything. Thank you grad school, for the dreams and the neurosis. And the career, yeah yeah.
