Date of dream: Sunday, April 08, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I had opened up my pantry, and opening it seemed to open up to another universe. It looked like space, and I climed up and stood in it, Little alien creatures came, with pickaxes, picking away at the woodwork and taking what was in my panty. My best friend Kayla was in charge of trying to keep the pantry items safe and away from harm. Since all these aliens were here, she has having a difficult time doing her job. She seemed very stressed out.
I went to school and asked her about it, and she said this job was becoming to difficult. (not sure why guarding my pantry was so important) She told me that she had sold her soul to the Devil, because he would help ward them off. She said she could hear him talking in her head.
It didnt seem like a big deal and the rest of the dream was me proceeding with my school day.
Date of dream: Thursday, July 01, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was outside of my house, but it was actually someone elses. We were doing this group thing, it was kinda like survivor? There was 2 different teams. My friend Ian from school was on mine, he was the only one that I knew. there was a few other people on our team. We were supposed to build a fire. We searched around for sticks and kindling.
Mr. Shew from Glee came up to us (it was his house that we were outside of). He told Ian and I that he was leaving and wasnt coming back. He had these letter blocks attached by small strings. He told us to arrange the letters of the name he wanted the baby to be named. He told us to put "Eean" on the blocks. We were supposed to throw it into his house.
The blocks already had some random letters, and I was very stressed and worried about changing it. I ran up to the door of the house and threw it in anyways. Ian comes up behind me and realized what I had done. He FREAKED out. The blocks were very.. magical. It was very hard to change what I had just done, it took a lot of willpower. Ian went inside, shaking and sobbing his eyes out. He was having a terribly difficult time changing it. Trembling and still sobbing, he arranged the letters to "Eean". I waited outside, crying too. Once he was finished, he came out, and I threw my arms around his neck and held him for a few moments.
We then went back into the backyard and finished building a fire. We lit ours, and it worked. We won the competion. After that was over, Ian and I turned over the plastic container that the logs were in and realized someone had wired the fire to lit. One of our team members came out from under the table, so we knew it was her.
Date of dream: Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was Jewish, and I was at a Nazi concentration camp.
There really was nothing significant or in any specific order until the end.
We would sleep in an actual house with nice things, oddly enough, but every time the siren went off, we were to run into a small building, which had stone floors and walls, and a few windows which were low to the ground. There was nothing in the buildings.
We would hide there, afraid the Nazis would look in (?) and shoot us.
One time a few guns got left in there, and one Jewish woman took the gun and aimed for the soldier standing in front of the window. We freaked and told her not to.
One time, when the sirens went off, we went and ran into the stone building. The Nazis had some kind of crane thing and picked up the whole building except the floor. There was tons of fighting and shooting, and everyone was to run for their lives.
It was dark out, perhaps it was about twilight.
A man with a russian accent was in some kind of speaker yelling to the jewish people "You must run around ze building 3 times and then you will be free" but there was other stuff.
(this reminded me a lot of call of duty, when you were in a tank or such someone would always be yelling instructions over the fighting)
Hearing his voice was very comforting, you could say, like closure.
I ran around the building, and then finally got near the end of the concentration camp exit. A man was standing there, and people were saying that he knows everything and if you asked him only one question he would tell you the answer.
I asked him were my mother was, and he said to me "Look at my feet" and I did, and then he backed away, and there was an engravement in the ground which was my mother's grave. I gasped, and he told me that he and my mom's boyfriend had been killed in a car accident. He showed me a newspaper article with a picture of them, and then I woke up.
Additional Comments:
My mom isnt divorced, so she obviously doesnt have a boyfriend. The picture of my mom didnt look anything like her either. O.o
