Date of dream: Friday, October 19, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was looking through a special sort of telescope that allowed me to see Mars as though I were hovering less than a mile above it. It looked like Mars really does, except more red and flat and cracked. There were also isolated, sporadic evergreen-like trees. But no other visible life. I could use the trees to gauge how far away the ground was. Then I was standing alone on Mars and the trees didn't exist anymore. I could breathe the air and didn't wear any gear. Just light clothing. It was just dusty, barren Mars as far as I could see. I stood at the edge of what looked like could have once been an ocean. The light on the horizon and the distance to the horizon looked the same, but it was just an ocean of that same cracked dirt and dust, as though all life and water had just been sucked away. It made me deeply sad and very keenly aware of how alone life on Earth is in the solar system.
Additional Comments:
I've dreamt of trips to Mars several times in the past few years. Usually they are terrifying and I don't remember making it to Mars. This one was very peaceful though. Mars is never cold in my dreams either. I don't remember it being any temperature in particular.
Date of dream: Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
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: 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.
