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: Saturday, May 26, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was going with my dad to pick up a couple of my sister's friends so we could bring them back to some party or event she was having. For some reason we were driving all the way to NYC to get them, and for some reason I decided to take my little black cat, Lucy, who ran away some time ago in real life.
The weather kept getting worse and worse while we were driving, and we got out at some point to see people in the street floating around in the crazy wind by their umbrellas. We got back in the car and tried to hurry to the people's houses before the weather got even worse. I didn't realize we were in NYC until I saw the statue of liberty's head floating down a river of rain water on a hill above the road we were traveling on.
My dad said that this wasn't a result of the hurricane. "They" sent the head down that particular river every day around the same time as an event for the tourists.
I was excited to be in NYC because I've never been, but felt kinda bad that it had to be during a crazy hurricane and flood.
Finally the wind slowed down, but the flood waters were still rising, and we knew the wind would come back. We had to abandon the car and try to walk to get to where my sister's friends lived. I held Lucy facing me to my chest. She never once tried to get away, but clinged to me the entire time. We came to a place where we were going to try to cross a street, but my dad wanted me to see how deep the water was. I stepped in and was submerged up to my chest, and Lucy up to her neck. Still, she just clung to me and didn't make a sound. I felt her fur and it was soaking wet. I was worried about her getting hurt or running away and held onto her as well as I could.
When we realized how deep the water was getting, we gave up on picking Jenna's friends up, and tried to make it safely back home. I know I managed to never lose my cat, but I can't remember exact details after deciding to turn back.
Additional Comments:
I dream about Lucy often since I lost her. Usually about finding her. We were very close for about seven years. I've also noticed a theme in my dreams lately of traveling to strange and interesting places, usually in cities, alone with my dad. I'm not sure what that's about.
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.
