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.
Date of dream: Saturday, May 26, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
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.
