Date of dream: Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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My brother and I were in a messy room. We were cleaning it up so our mom wouldn't be mad. As I picked up things, a small animal was running around. It was either a cat or a rat. I don't remember. But it was mad and would bite if we got too close.
So I tried to clean up far away from the animal. But there came a point when I had to clean near it. I just pushed it away and picked up a pie tin. There were a few pieces of a chocolate cream pie in it. I figured I could bring those to Zack.
I went outside and was in a carnival. I found Zack and offered him the pie. He said he'd take it later. We climbed up some stairs on bleachers and stood at the top to look out at the carnival. Then two men around our age walked up and talked to Zack. I didn't like the way they looked but tried not to let on. One of them was wearing a nice Georgia Tech football jersey. I told him I liked it. He said thanks and that it was homemade.
We talked a little about Georgia Tech, then they turned around, and we walked down the bleachers. When we got to the bottom, they started walking to the left, and I wanted to go to the right. But I let them take Zack because I didn't feel I could have any say in the matter.
Date of dream: Thursday, May 16, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
This dream has been viewed 57 times.
I was walking through a big area with canyon walls far in the distance. I had a grenade launcher. I approached a door that was a portal to the inside of a building.
I walked past some giraffes. When I was about 100 feet away, I fired three shots with the grenade launcher. The shots missed them, so I fired again. The baby giraffe was walking and one of the grenades hit it.
That made the mother mad. She got up and walked toward me. I fired three grenades. The first two missed, but the third hit her. This made her angrier, and she ran toward me.
I simply walked in the portal. Inside the building I opened the door and watched the mom walk in my direction. All the giraffes were now covered in sheep wool. They had the same shape of giraffes, but their hair was curly and white.
I figured I was safe inside the building, but I closed the portal doors and another set of doors behind me as I walked farther in.
Additional Comments:
Grenades? Gotta be from playing "Halo 4." Giraffes? No idea.
Date of dream: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
This dream has been viewed 61 times.
Tim, Etienne and I were on a bus in Austin, but we weren't sitting together. I was in the front area, and Tim and Etienne were in the elevated back. The bus stopped across the street from a McDonald's. I knew I had to get off there, but I didn't pull the "request stop" cord.
The bus turned left on the next street and passed another stop. These stops were less than 100 feet apart. I pulled the cord and got off on the next stop, which was after another left turn and not even 100 feet away. I got out without saying anything to Tim and Etienne.
I walked toward the McDonald's. Just outside the door were two metal racks filled with flat magnets, the kind that show up on phone books. I walked into the place and stood in line. Tim was in there too. I let him order before me. He ordered an egg. The person behind the counter was putting chicken nuggets in a box and had one too many, so she ate it. Then she said to herself, "Oh no. I have to pay for that." She was disappointed and muttered for a while.
Tim was handed a large egg. He put it in a bit pot that was supposed to dye it. He only put it in halfway, then flipped it to dye the other side. Even though he only placed it in boiling water, the designs on the shell from the dye were spectacular. I considered ordering an egg too.
Additional Comments:
I visited Austin last week, and I took the bus to the airport. That's all I can figure is the origins of this dream. No idea about McDonald's.