Date of dream: Thursday, June 28, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
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: Sunday, April 22, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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1: I was hiking with my parents and sister. I was proud of this road I found to walk along, which went along a creek, up a mountain, up to a railroad track where we can take a "Turkish" train ride, sort of like a roller coaster. the guy who let us on spoke French. We rode the train down a long series of exciting hills and back up. On the way up we saw giant blue and pink flowers. I wanted to get a picture laying inside one of these flowers. Jenna started to ask me questions about Jesus. I was weirded out by this. She said that she was thinking of becoming Christian. I expressed the damage that I felt Christianity and other organized religion had done to society, and wondered why and how she would randomly start believing in mystical stuff.
Suddenly I was in this same scene lying on top of a ledge beneath a cliff getting sun when a red car or truck started creeping over the edge of the cliff above me. My sister was down below yelling at me to move, but I didn't think the person would actually drive off the edge of the cliff. They did, and barely missed me on their way down to the ground, hitting my ledge. It was a couple trying to kill themselves, and they hadn't succeeded. I got down from the cliff ledge and chased after them with a part from their broken car and beat them unconscious with it so they couldn't kill themselves. Then I got help from a house that was next to them. While I was explaining to the people in the house what was happening, and that they needed to get help for this suicidal couple, the couple regained consciousness simultaneously and I had to beat them unconscious with the car part again. They stayed passed out this time, and I left them in the front yard for the people who lived there to deal with them. I briefly woke up, drenched in sweat.
2: I was taking a house tour through my dad's (deceased) parents' old house with my boyfriend, a few acquaintances, and the people who were trying to sell it. My boyfriend was very interested in the house, and the acquaintances were somewhat interested. I wasn't interested at all, because I had a lifetime of memories in this house, including the fact that two of my relatives, including my granddad, had died here. We went through a door in a far corner of his bedroom where I didn't normally go throughout my life. It led to a gigantic middle floor that I had never known existed. I was shocked, and telling the people around me that I'd spent my entire life going to this house on a regular basis, and had no idea there was a gigantic middle floor. It had a bar, and a railed landing that wrapped around a 20 ft. high ceiling. The guy giving the tour explained that there would often be a secret floor in houses of my grandfather's generation, where only select adult friends of the couple were allowed to go.
3: I was on a high school trip to large city somewhere, and we were in a theater watching a movie on a huge screen. There were no chairs in the back where I was sitting, and a bunch of us were crowded together on the floor. A girl named Tara that I used to go to school with was sitting to the right of me, and told me that she was so sensitive about movies that she laughed and cried through literally all of them. She kept reacting this way to every scene, and it was getting on my nerves. Then there was a scene where someone got crushed by a boulder, and Tara said it was gonna make her barf. I tried to move away from her, but she still barfed on me a little. I was really upset and got as far away from her as possible. Other people seemed annoyed that I wasn't helping her or helping clean it up. I told them I had a barf phobia and to leave me alone.
Then the group of us were walking along a street on the outskirts of this city, and Tara kept getting really close to me with her barfy clothes still on, and accusing me of being a jerk for not helping her. I tried to be nice, but then my friend told her he hated her and thought she was stupid, and that she should get the crap away from us. Instead of feeling bad, I just wished I had been that mean to begin with.
Some people on the side of the road started shooting the group of us with water guns, just to be mean. The wanna-be tough preppy guys in our group grabbed their water guns away from them and chased them with the water guns. We followed them trying to get them to rejoin the group, and suddenly realized they had led us into a really bad part of town. They accidentally hit some people with their water guns who pulled out real guns and started shooting at us. We all managed to get away.
Then we went into a store of some sort, where a person came in with a gun and made us lay on the ground while he robbed the place. He took one of us hostage and she was so scared. I felt really bad for her. I didn't think he would shoot her, but he did, in the head, and she was still alive, but just barely. I woke up again, even more drenched in sweat this time.
I slipped back into this dream then, and we were all on the bus going home. The principal showed us a giant file where we had all committed a crime of some sort on the field trip. I looked through it and one of mine was not helping the sick girl. I argued about the logistics of this being a crime, and the principal decided to take it out of the "crime files." The last thing I remember is searching through the files to find what other "crimes" I had committed.
Date of dream: Monday, April 16, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was walking along "the hill" on UT campus, where a lot of people were dressed up strangely and colorfully. One of them suddenly came after me with what looked like a huge white knife. I screamed and yelled at others around to do something about it, but then he stabbed at me with it and it turned out this knife was made of ice cream. The others, apparently in on it, laughed and I thought it wasn't funny at all.
I got out away from them and found some of my friends, who were dressed normally. We started walking through a side neighborhood near campus, which doesn't exist in reality. Its sidewalks went steeply downhill with a few rises and falls. I pulled out a large skateboard to show my friends a trick. I sat down on it indian style, and rode down the sidewalk, becoming airborne at the tops of little hills, and managing to land straight by pulling up on the front of the board with my hands. I did this until I crashed into a door on a building across the street. My friends thought this was impressive and a little ridiculous.
We ended up getting pulled into a department store where the sales people were trying to get us to dress up strangely like the other people on campus, for some sort of Halloween or general costume competition. We ended up shopping there, but when I tried to text Jeff to let him know where I was, I found out they had put some sort of virusy program into my phone that made it impossible to use it except as a catalogue and contact list for their store. I made them fix it, but after I left it went back to being a zombie phone for their dumb business.
The longer the night went on, the more I got upset about not being able to contact anyone. I was wearing ridiculous clothes and drinking too much, and at some point in the night my friends passed out around me outside underneath a big umbrella on campus somewhere amidst all the random festivities. I was lying on the ground awake, and I noticed that my palms were sweating. The sweat had a sticky consistency, and when I put my hands together and pulled them apart, the sweat stretched out into some sort of thin cobweb material. I kept waking my friends up to show them my new web making ability, but then they'd just fall back asleep, and then bugs would get caught in the cobweb, and i couldn't get it or the bugs off my hands. The last thing I remember is really wanting to be able to use my phone and wash my hands.
Additional Comments:
I watched a caterpillar making a cocoon yesterday, which could account for the web part of the dream. The rest of it is very random. I've been out of college a while, and haven't been shopping in forever.
