Space

Well, I had a space dream. I never have dreams about space, and I can actually pinpoint the last one I had - Freshman year of college, so like 3 years ago. I remember this because I woke up hysterically crying, and it was one of my more terrible nightmares in my adult life. Maybe I'll write about it later, but for now, here's my dream from last night.

I don't remember why but I was clinging the the outside of this spacecraft, hanging uselessly somewhere in space. I didn't have a space suit on and I was dying from some type of injuries. I don't know why I had all the injuries, and I don't know if the craft I was clinging to was alien or domestic, but for whatever reason there I was. I know there was another person on the other side of the small craft clinging to it as well a friend of mine, but I don't remember who it was. All I know was that my situation was helpless and I found myself wishing for death. As I didn't have a space suit, I couldn't figure out why I wouldn't just die already.

Would I have to wait to starve? This was my first thought...

Would I die from my injuries? And what were they even from?...

Would I suffocate? I was in space after all...

And why the bloody hell was this taking so long? Couldn't death just come swiftly and save me from this terribly quiet and frightening place I was at?

...The twinkling stars mocked me.

I let go of the craft hoping that drifting aimlessly would bring about a quicker death, but after a while I entered earth's atmosphere. Earth was practically glowing, even though as I fell farther and farther, plummeting swiftly to the ground, I realized it was night time. But all I could do was smile because finally my impact would bring a swift death. I didn't watch the ground and I felt so strangely at peace. I just closed my eyes and smiled, waiting.

But when I fell closer to the ground, some invisible force stopped me and the impact was feather-light. I had landed in the middle of a tennis court and I was stunned for a minute. My injuries were gone, and I was surprisingly alive and intact. I knew it must be somewhere around 2 or 3 in the morning, but there were people mingling around the court, and they looked like thugs. I realized that though my previous problems had just ended, I was in a new predicament so I quickly hightailed it out of there. Luckily I ran into a cop who was berating some young kid about one thing or another, so I knew I'd be safe from them. I had landed in IU's campus (oddly enough), although it looked nothing like IU of course.

I found some friends that I knew who were sitting up talking around a TV and I was out of breath when I got there.

"Dude, you guys will never believe what just happened to me," I explained.

I quickly ran through my whole story to looks of shock.

"No seriously, I don't even have my car, how else would I have gotten here?" I said quickly (as if that was a reasonable explanation), which seemed to convince them or they at least humored me...

And then I woke up. I'm pretty sure I couldn't have slept more than 2 hours last night :/

Some interpretations:

To see or dream that you are in space, represents exploration and independent thinking. You are broadening your horizons and view

To see a spaceship in your dream, symbolizes your creative mind. It denotes a spiritual journey into the unknown and signals self-development and self-awareness.

To dream that you fall and are not frightened, signifies that you will overcome your adversities with ease.

A Smattering

Hey there, I just wanted to say that I have been sleeping really poorly for the past... er... well its been a while and I honestly just haven't had enough of a solid dream to post on here yet. I have had a smattering of little things I can remember, and to be honest 2 of them have involved Harry Potter characters, lol.

One was when I found out that my not-so-secret crush, the fictional-albeit-sexy Severus Snape, was gay with Remus Lupin.

Also I had a dream I sexed up Draco Malfoy, but I won't get into that.

Also I had a dream that I had a big crush on my teacher who was actually the main character from Glee, the Glee coach, Mr. Something-or-rather.

And Last night I had a dream I had to sing some ridiculous song with a group in front of some club meeting or something, but instead I just set up two chairs and lounged while they were all singing, sending me scathing looks...

Anyway, you can see why I haven't updated anything. But as soon as I dream something worth jotting down, I'll let you know.

Dreams of the Ocean

Too True

Give Me Wings

So, all I remember about this dream was that I went to a piercing/body modification place, or at least to a guy I knew that did it. I had him fasten 4 huge metal rods, about the diameter of a quarter to my back. At the end of the rods there was about a 1.5 inch hooks that were inserted into my back. Two at the shoulder blades and two farther down. When the four rods were in place I had him attach huge wings to my back. The wings were feathery, and resembled angels wings. They reached a few inches off the ground.

At first one was white and one was red, but towards the end of the dream they were both red. They were absolutely gorgeous. I remember I went to some party and showed everyone, and I could control them sort of. I remember saying to someone, in a bragging tone, "Yea, I mean, I can probably fly now." But I never actually had the chance to try flying, because I woke up.
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Some Interpretations:

To dream that you have wings, suggest new found freedom. You are on the right track and are soaring to success without limitations. Alternatively, the dream means that you are trying to escape from a difficult situation.

Alternatively: To dream that you have wings, foretells that you will experience grave fears for the safety of some one gone on a long journey away from you.

To dream that you have the wings of an angel, indicate your sweet, angelic quality. Or you may be in need of some protection from life's stresses and problems.

White represents purity, perfection, peace, innocence, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, and new beginnings.

To dream of the color red suggests danger, stigma and even compulsion, particularly in sex.

Can't Sleep, So I Blog.

I am becoming an increasingly fitful sleeper. When I sleep I have bits of dreams, but usually I don't sleep. Melatonin? That does nothing. I took an Ambien (which I shouldn't have, because it's for my plane ride home) and two Melatonin the other night, and it didn't really help. /Dramatic sigh.

Last night I had a dream that I can only remember flashes of. There was a woman, married to a man. She had children. At one point I remember thinking they were my parents, but I'm not so sure. Anyway the father cheated on the mother and, even though he had previously been a great husband and father, proceeded to insult the mother in front of her children. I remember being personally hurt from this, as if it was my own family. It was really sad. It was like 20 some years down the drain, with no previous indicators that he would stray.

Later in the dream, I saw a tanned woman (I don't know if this was the woman he cheated on her with or not). Anyway she was pretty dark skinned, but not black. Maybe an islander. She was beautiful. She had on a bright, hot pink outfit and bright pink hair, in a longer pixie cut, all frayed out to the sides. It matched so perfectly with her skin tone and her perfect features... I don't know what she had to do with anything, but alas, there she was.

Some Interpretations:

Alternatively, cheating dreams reflect the intensity of your sexual passion; you are exploring areas of your sexuality. In this scenario, the dream may actually serve as a reaffirmation of your commitment. [[To dream that your mate, spouse, or significant other is cheating on you, indicates your fears of being abandoned. You may feel a lack of attention in the relationship. Alternatively, you may feel that you are not measuring up to the expectations of others.]]

The appearance of hot pink color in your dream, represents sex and lust.

To dream that you or someone is extraordinarily beautiful, refers to aspects of yourself that you admire and appreciate. These may be feelings that you have recently acknowledged or have incorporated into yourself. The dream may also be reminding you not to take yourself for granted. Do not sell yourself short.

Venus Fly Traps and a Fist Fight

So the first dream I was in my house, which wasn't really my house. My parents and my little brother were there. We were all in the kitchen. I looked to my right and I see these random Venus Fly Traps, all in a row. My father tells me not to touch them. Then I'm under water (as is typical in my dreams), and I'm trying to swim underneath them, my brother is right behind me, and my foot barely touches them. Just then the plants spit out this dark green poison. It immediately hurts really bad, well "dream hurt" anyway. It hurts so bad, but I know that it's hit my brother and my family and it's deadly. I look back (still underwater) and they're all losing conscience. My mother has managed to get out but I grab both my father and brother's wrists and try to pull them out of the house, all the while fighting the poison that's making me want to pass out as well.

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The second dream started where I was in this beat up house. Apparently I had bought some "Goods" from some guy. I paid him but never received anything. I came back to get the goods and he said he had already used them. I was in a rage, like dude gimme my stuff! He just laughed and said too bad, I took too long. I told him to give me my money back, and he refused. I pushed him and he pushed me back. I slapped him in the face and he pushed me really hard. I picked up some random and conveniently placed bucket that someone had pissed in and put it on his head, face down. He raged and threw it off at me and hit me in the face. I punched him. Things got pretty ugly. I told him to just give me my money back and I would just leave. He gave me my money and I left. I was in the car, parked when I thought something seemed funny. I pulled out the money he gave me and realized it was all fake. There was even a 9 dollar bill in there. I sort of laughed to myself like, Damn, I'm an idiot. I pulled out my phone and texted him "Tricky" and that was it.

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I had two more dreams after that but I'm too lazy to write them down and they were too splotchy to remember enough to bother.

SOME INTERPRETATIONS:

To see a Venus flytrap in your dream, symbolizes the devouring female. It refers to a powerful or overbearing woman in your life. Alternatively, the dream may be a metaphor that you are feeling "snappy."

To dream that you are breathing underwater, represents a retreat back into the womb. You want to return to a state where you were dependent and free from responsibilities. Perhaps you are feeling helpless, unable to fulfill your own needs and to care for yourself. Alternatively, breathing underwater is analogous to being submerged in your own emotions.

To dream that you ingest poison, indicates that you are introducing something into yourself that is harmful to your well-being. This may be feelings of bitterness, jealousy or other negative feelings that are consuming you.

To dream that you are being rescued or rescue others, represents an aspect of yourself that has been neglected or ignored. You are trying to find a way to express this neglected part of yourself.

To dream that you are in possession of or taking drugs, signifies your need for a "quick fix" or an escape from reality. You may be turning to a potentially harmful alternative as an instant escape from your problems.

To dream that you are in a fight, indicates inner turmoil. Some aspect of yourself is in conflict with another aspect of yourself. Perhaps an unresolved or unacknowledged part is fighting for its right to be heard. It may also parallel a fight or struggle that you are going through in your waking life.

To dream that something or someone is fake, suggests that you are pretending to be someone you are not. You are putting up front because you are afraid to show your true self.

Insanity Through Another's Eyes

This dream occurred during the last night when I only got 6 hours of sleep. I don't remember waking up throughout the night which is strange enough in itself since I always toss and turn. However, when I woke up, not only was my heart racing and I was feeling quite disturbed, it felt like I hadn't slept a single minute. The strange part of this dream was that right before I went to sleep, I had written the short beginnings of a story based upon a man who had gone mad, but I only got very little into the story and closed up shop to go to sleep. I went to sleep wondering why this man could have gone insane... what caused it? What causes a person to go insane? Well, I dreamed up my answer.

Here's the beginning of what I wrote, and then I'll go into my dream:
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Lock the door. Don’t lock the door. Lock it. No, don’t. Click. Click. Click. Stop it. I said stop it. Lock the door. Don’t lock the door. Okay, no, it’s fine. I’m fine. Lock the door!

He moved away from the door or more correctly speaking, spasmed away, only to turn back and unlock the door once more.

Click. Click. Click.

He rubbed his palms together and his beady eyes darted surreptitiously around, seeing nothing but the blank wall before him anyhow, but overcome with the need to look. Look around. Don’t lock the door. Walk away.

Click.

He finally twitched away from the door, rubbing his sweaty palms together once more. He kicked at one of the many empty potato chip bags that littered the floor. Some of them had been artfully placed on top of the lampshades or stapled to the walls in his dingy little flat. In fact, there were hundreds of them and more ants than he could count. He didn’t notice.

Count. Onetwothreefourfivesixseven. Seven is unlucky. Why did I stop there, stopping is for losers, that’s what mum always said. Mum always said, got her in the head. No, no, no don’t say things like that. Don’t say things like that. Don’t say things like that. You’ve been a good boy, she would say. She would say to me. She would. She would!

He barked out what some might consider a laugh. He rubbed his sweaty hands together. He looked around with his beady little eyes. He waited.

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The dream:

I knew my sister had been killed, and had the inkling suspicion that it was done so brutally. Me and mama were driving away in the old pickup truck, drivin' as fast as we could down a deserted stretch of road out in the country. The pickup truck was real old, ya see, and being only a 14 year old boy, I sat in the back right behind mama as she drove down the dusty road. Flakes of mud coated the underbelly of the truck and rust and many years in the bright sunshine had made the color fade to a dusky sort of pinkish red.

We were fleeing. Anywhere, just not home. Not when my sis' was gone. Not when she had been taken like that. She was only 8 you know? Pretty angel blond hair. Last I recall she was wearin' her pretty sundress that she always wore on Sundays when we went to church. But she was gone now and mama and me, well, we were gettin' outta here, weren't we?

And after I was lulled into a near sleep by the repetitive countryside outside my window, I heard it. The unmistakable sound of a motorcycle grumbling behind us. I watched as a man rode up beside us. He wore no helmet and his manic smile told me all I needed to know about who he was. His arm was wrapped around a big water jug, but my mind broke and all I saw was him holdin' my sis'... draped under his arm, pretty blond hair flying in the wind. She was flappin' like one of her rag-dolls and I knew she was dead. Dead, dead, dead.

The man laughed a cruel and loud laugh and I screamed as loud as I could. I screamed until I thought my head would burst and my eyes would shoot outta my head and I ripped at my hair and I just... screamed. I screamed in sheer panic. I screamed the way the prey animal would scream if it had a notion to, when it was being stalked. Mama heard my scream and without thinking whipped the wheel hard to the left and the biker was suddenly gone and we were careening around on the old dusty road and my head was whipping back and forth and I was still screaming. Never got a chance to stop, ya know? And then we flipped the truck, just once, and it was more traumatic than it was dangerous because we flipped right back the way we should be and we sat in a cloud of dust that was billowing up into the sky from under the tires. I had stopped screaming at least.

Me and mama got out of the truck on shaky legs. I got out first and I saw sis' in the road. She was standin' there, not sayin' anything at all. Just lookin' around in her crisp white summer dress and her pretty blond hair. I don't know if she was an angel or a ghost or what, but I tell ya she was standin' there for a bit. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing at all. Mama made a sound as she got out of the truck and I turned my head for only a fraction of a second, but sis' was gone. Mama came up and tucked a few strands of her brown hair behind her ear and asked me if I was alright. I wondered where the man on the cycle was.

And as if the Devil himself heard my thoughts, there he was, walkin' toward us over a hill in the road. He was more menacing than anything I could imagine and I felt myself stiffen in terror. Another man walked behind him, and another behind that. The three of them were coming upon us, but all me and mama did was stand. I wish I could say that it was with our heads held high; proud... but we smelled of fear and simply froze in our spots, mouths open like fish. The men surrounded us and grinned with toothy smiles.

The next thing I knew we were in a warehouse or a barn or somethin'. I must have just blacked out, because I don't know how I got there. Mama was standin' to my left and the three men were walking steadily towards us, takin' their time and all. One had a club in his hand and I don't know about the one in the back. The man in the front kept throwin' big rocks towards us that littered the ground of the warehouse. Where were we?

As they advanced the man in front talked bad about us. He said nasty, taunting things and I knew he was just herding us into a corner. We were dead men walking. I missed my sis' and I started to cry. Mama tried to soothe me, but I knew they were empty words. She was just as scared as me and was being just as easily herded to the far wall. They wanted us to run, I'm sure of it. Run and make their chase worth the fun of it all. I wondered if sis' ran, if she cried. She was only 8.

And I was farther back than mama when he hit her with one of those rocks and she cried out. The man in the back turned on some sprinklers or somethin' because it started raining from the sky. I hope it wasn't just my imagination. We were soaked when I turned and ran. There was a big door that was closing slowly, rollin' down from the ceiling (like a garage door), and I ran towards it as fast as I could. Mama yelled for me to run, but just as fast as I reached the door and dove beneath it, the leader man was on me, ripping at my clothes. I somehow squirmed away and another, outside door was closing. I don't know how I got away, it was all in s l o w m o t i o n but at the same time in the blink of an eye. I squeezed through the bottom right before it closed and the man was forced to let me go. I found that I couldn't cry no more, and I took off runnin'.

I ran until I couldn't see straight and my feet bled. I ran until I couldn't no more. I ran while my mama surely died back with the bad men. I left her. I just left her. I had no one. I ran further.

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And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you should never go to bed wondering how someone could go insane. If you didn't get the idea, I saw this dream from the man in the story I wrote about's point of view when he was a little kid. This is the beginning of his insanity.

Whale Dog!

So I have a lot of dreams about the ocean, right? Oceans with sharks or whales, one time it was alligators, and another time I was dragon hunting in the ocean, but I won't get into that now. Point is I have a lot of ocean/deep water dreams.

In this particular dream I was on this giant floating platform with some other people. It was the type of inflated plastic thing like you see in those children's "bounce houses", except it didn't have a top to it. Anyway, so I'm floating around in the ocean, except its inside this room. Alright, so technically it might not have been the ocean but it was this huge room the size of school gymnasium and it had very deep water. Anyway, I look off into the water and I see a freaking killer whale jump out of the water and go back down.

I yell, "Dude, did you guys just see that killer whale?!" and of course no one did. So I'm put out. Anyway I see it again and no one sees it, etc. etc. Finally someone sees it and everyone's amazed and I'm like "I TOLD you!" Anyway then somehow the flotation device gets a small hole in it and starts to deflate. Next thing I know I'm in some side room and this killer whale is flopping and slipping around the room all crazy whale-out-of-water-like. I look away for a second and I look back and its a massive dog.

Let me point out that this dog was very distinct and I know that it doesn't exist as a breed. Besides being very massive, it looks nothing like any dog I've ever seen or heard about and I KNOW dog breeds, okay? Anyway its shaggy and very dark brown, maybe black. And it's looking right at me. Then I wake up.

SOME INTERPRETATIONS:
To see a killer whale in your dream, indicates that you need to be more social or more vocal about something. Step up and speak up. Alternatively, the dream symbolizes spiritual guidance. You are ready to explore your emotions, but you need to make the connection between the conscious and unconscious aspects of yourself.

To see water in your dream, symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy. It is also symbolic of spirituality, knowledge, healing and refreshment.

To see a black colored dog in your dream, symbolizes the shadow aspect of a friend. The dark side of someone close to you is being revealed and you are able to see through to their true intentions.

Fruit

Don't remember too much about this dream, but I know that it was at my grandparents again and my family was there, including some random cousins that I haven't seen in a while. I know there was one part where these three kids (who were alternating between being very small children and kittens, I think) jumped in the pond that's in my grandpa's yard. I remember being very worried that they might drown, even though some of my family was swimming out there.

Two of them were fine, but one of them I remember seeing go underwater. The water in the dream was fairly clear (though in real life it's not), so I could see when my cousin Miranda went underwater to snatch the small child/kitten, though she was underwater for a very long time. When she came back up she was alone, without the child, but when I looked to my left, the child was climbing out of the water and onto shore.

The main part of the dream, though, was in the middle of my grandpa's driveway was a giant fruit tree. Actually it was two tree's right next to each other so it looked like one tree. There were several other fruit trees around his yard, but I was mainly focused on this one because it had so many different types of fruit hanging off of it. Lemons, limes, HUGE juicy red apples (this is the most prominent fruit), oranges that were as big as grapefruits, and even grapes (in bunches). It was the best tree ever. Me and my brother asked my grandpa if we could have some and we filled up huge bags full of the best looking fruit I've ever seen. Then I woke up.

SOME INTERPRETATIONS:

To see fruit in your dream, signifies growth, abundance and financial gain. They also symbolize lust and sexuality. If the fruit is ripe, then it represents fertility and conception. You desire a child or you are ready to have a child.

To see apples growing in a tree in your dream, symbolize knowledge, wisdom and great prosperity. Rewards are on the horizon for you.

To see a lemon in your dream, indicates something that is inferior in quality. Perhaps a situation or relationship has turned sour.

To see a lime in your dream, represents temporary setbacks. You need to take the good with the bad. The prosperous time will come only after you endure some of the difficult times.

To see an orange tree in your dream, signifies health and prosperity.

To dream that you are picking and gathering grapes, signify profit and the realization of your desires. In the end, your hard work will pay off and you will be rewarded for your labor. Alternatively, grapes refer to immortality and sacrifices.

To dream that you are watching children but they do not know you are there, is a metaphor for some hidden knowledge or some latent talent which you have failed to recognize.

Pregnant

Had a dream I got pregnant and I was devastated. The next part I remember was drinking heavily and wondering why I was drinking since I was pregnant. Then me and my mother got into a fight as usual. Then I started like, convulsing (in real life) and woke up thinking wtf. I'm too lazy to go into detail about this dream.
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Some interpretations:

To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it. Being pregnant in your dream may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.

To dream that you are drinking alcohol, denotes that you are seeking either pleasure or escape.

A Journey

I was at a Casino in Uppsala (I think), but my whole family was also there so that doesn't make sense. My immediate family was there as well as some aunts and uncles and cousins. I wasn't playing the slots, I was just sitting around next to my mom and Aunt, and then I went up the front desk and stole some chocolate. Mother disapproved. Some employee came and started watching me like a hawk but didn't find anything.

Suddenly we were somewhere else (after my family lost a significant amount of money), maybe just outside of the casino. I had on these white heels, they were huge, like nearly Spice Girls status. Anyway, me and my mother got into another fight, and we started chasing each other like we were literally going to kill each other. Then my shoe fell off. There were a lot of people around and one of them picked it up and threw it to another person. Then everyone started throwing their shoes. I lost track of mine and I was getting pissed off; I just wanted my shoe.

I saw some suspicious looking Asian guys get into this... compartment type thing, like a little stand where they could sell things. I climbed inside and interrogated them. I asked them if they had my shoe and they denied it. I told them that all I wanted was my shoe back and I would pay for it (after all, who sells one shoe?). One of them reluctantly pulled it out from under his table and I quickly pulled it from his grasp while saying, "Are you kidding me? Pay for my own shoe, yea RIGHT!" and he said "Yea sorry, we're from New York." I scoffed at him and went to leave the compartment, only to find out that we were actually on a train. I had to get off quickly because I would have to walk all the way back so I jumped and rolled and it sorta sucked but w/e, it was a dream so it didn't hurt.

I began the long walk back, only to quickly find out that we had gone a lot farther than I had anticipated. I remember thinking that we were all the way near the airport and it was going to take at least half a day to walk home. I walked by all sorts of things I'd never seen before, oddly walking normally in my huge heels. The time passage was quick but I knew I had walked for a very long time, hours and hours. I became naked somehow, and I had to walk up to these houses up on a hill to beg for clothes like some crazy naked, er, beggar. Oddly these houses were all Asians too. (Sweden, USA, China???) Many of them refused to give me clothes but one person did, luckily. I continued walking.

I came across a horse farm, or at least a place where there were two horses stabled up in front of a house. I took the brown one and rode off. We rode for a while and then came to this passage way where there was a lot of water and we had to go underwater for short periods of time to get under these wood planks. We almost drowned, but made it out from under them, after helping the horses face up to get air. The horse was much smaller than an average horse, now that I think of it. We rode and rode and rode some more.

I remember some random girls trying to get on my horse while I was walking with it (I was giving it a break from me riding it) and I had to shoo them off. They scoffed at me. I vaguely remember towards the end realizing this was a dream, but I can't remember anymore.
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Some interpretations:

To dream that you are riding a horse, suggests that you are in a high position or position of power. Alternatively, it indicates that you will achieve success through underhanded means. You lack integrity.

To dream that you are on a train, symbolizes your life's journey. Trains refer especially to inevitability. If you are on a train, there is little chance to get off while it is moving. Trains have rigid schedules to keep -- they are inflexible. Derailments, jumping off the train, or a wish to get off, feeling trapped in the train, can all mean a rebellion against this.

To dream that you are wearing inappropriate shoes for the occasion or for the activity at hand, means that your progress and path in life will be long, hard and laborious. It may also indicate that you are heading in the wrong direction. Perhaps you need to reevaluate your goals. If you dream that you lose your shoes, then it suggests that you are searching for your identity and finding yourself.

To dream that you are in a casino, signifies the risk-taker within you. If you are a reserved or passive person, then the dream suggests that you should take a chance. If you are not, then it implies that you need to make a more informed decision instead of relying on fate.

To dream that you are traveling, represents the path toward your life goals. It also parallels your daily routine and how you are progressing along. Alternatively, traveling signifies a desire to escape from your daily burdens. You are looking for a change in scenery, where no one has any expectations of you. Perhaps it is time to make a fresh start.

The Dark Half

Just so you know, I do have other dreams besides the ones I put up here. But usually, I try to put up the most pieced together ones I can remember, or the most striking. I usually (now) remember a dream 6 out of 7 days of the week, sometimes even all 7.

This dream is also jumbled, and it makes me a bit angry, but I'll do the best I can with it. I remember being outside in my driveway with two other people, one I think was my brother (who was only my dream brother, as he was rather fat and blond) and another was some guy I can't quite place. We were putting together something or working on something sitting down, but I don't remember what. I called out "Molly!" and this rather large spider (though still real-life sized) came jumping towards us on the pavement. I didn't dare touch her still, but I fed her a bit of meat that I had. Apparently I had trained a spider to come to it's name. How creepy is that?

I was singing "Eyes on me" from Final Fantasy while we worked and Molly ate, and the unknown guy was telling me to sing more! More! But my voice would crack when it got to really high notes and I don't know why he wanted me to keep singing. I got up when I heard sirens. Apparently one of our neighbors' (in a big apartment complex that doesn't exist) near our house, house had exploded. Something relating to the fact that she was a food hoarder and she had kept soup from 7 years back and it caught fire or something equally as ridiculous. It also had something to do with a plane or the fact that the woman was a flight attendant but I don't remember why.

My parents then came outside dressed in all white. Mother had a long curved knife at her hip. They told me they were going shopping or something. I said "Uh, you guys are dressed like you're in the Boondock saints and are going to go kill some people". They quickly ASSURED me that they were only going shopping. Of course I knew better, but what do you do when your parents come outside dressed in flowing white like angels (of death?). They gave me instructions that I was to drive to see my grandparents the following day (and we were going on vacation? So I had to meet them hours away from where they actually live) and they would meet me there, because they had "Things" to take care of first.

After they left, I went to change clothes. My dream snapped to an interview like scene of my dream-brother who was talking to the "camera". He said something along the lines of "Yea, I know I shouldn't have done that cocaine, but it was just pure white working-out power. Pure work and muscle! Usually when I work out I get a stomach ache". Seriously he was this fat kid with blond curly hair, I don't know who he was kidding.

When I came back outside, the my brother and the other guy was gone. I went near a window of my house and called for Molly, who came bounding along. I remember still being frightened to touch her in my dream, though she seemed to be my familiar. I fed her some green thing, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a little girl peering at me from inside my house. It was immediately understood that this was an alternate dimension, and if I were to go around and enter my house, she would not be there, it would only be my own house. I looked at her, looking at me.

She was obviously in a darker realm. She was younger than me with dark brown eyes, translucent skin, and her dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She made a terrible, horrifying face that left its imprint on the window as if she had blown hot air and carved her face into it, and it stayed like that. She did it to another window and I was frightened. But as I stared longer, I saw that there may be more than meets the eye. Eventually I saw a flicker of something, a spark in her eyes.

And she smiled. Not in a creepy way, but in a genuine way. I couldn't help but smile back.

Then we threw water balloons at each other (at the window), where mine popped and trickled down the walls, but hers merely bounced back at her. I woke up.

Dreams

That'll Teach me to go to Bed with a Headache

This dream was one I just had during a nap. I chewed too much gum yesterday and now my temples are sore and I didn't sleep well at all last night and subsequently developed a headache because of it. So, I took a fancy nap for 2 hours and this is what happened. Seriously, what in God's name is wrong with my brain? This dream has no real time line at all that I can recall, so I'm just going to name some bullet points that I can remember, but in no real order.

• I was in a college dorm of some sort, with my friend Sydney, and we were walking around, I'm pretty sure looking for a lesbian we could hook one of our friends up with (?), but I don't remember the friend. Now, I think I had just moved there or something, because I didn't know anyone else and I was very surprised to find that all the girls walked around in their underwear here. I distinctly remember thinking, 'Oh my god, guys would kill to be here right now, it's like a freaking movie'. We were distracted from our lesbian quest, and instead went to Sydney's room where her dog, who is Bentley (that piece of shit ugly stupid dog that I hate). Apparently, Bentley won't behave and keeps peeing all over her rug and stuff. She didn't train it so I had to teach her how to train it, which consisted of me getting up, rubbing his face in it, spanking him, and putting him in a crate. Oh how lovely and vindictive my brain sometimes is :]
  
• Next thing I remember is I was in some kind of aircraft with 6 or 7 other people, all of which are pretty much nameless to me. But we landed at this random place, 12 to 15 feet off the ground, but there were stairs leading down. I remember someone yelling "Hey, don't fall off! Use the stairs!" which I was already doing, but then I look over and some chick I'm with totally falls off the stand and face plants into the ground. Idiot. To my left there is a street going downhill, with a covering over it, so maybe it's going into a tunnel, or there's a walkway above it. Point is, to my left there are 8 models. Two of them are a pair of twins, but they are dressed differently (this strikes me as strange to dream about). Apparently the street is vacant because they're about to do a fashion show or something down the street. They are bickering amongst themselves like idiots. The show begins. To my right there are rows and rows of bleachers, pretty much full up, like a football game, but for these models. People are DRUNK. They are falling out the sides of the bleachers like ants. There's so many people falling I don't understand. We quickly run down the street, probably screwing up the show, to avoid getting hit by falling people and the weirdness of it all.
• I am showing Jonas a picture of something hilarious/bizarre/sick I found to cheer him up. We are in some random house. The picture is of some Asian guy that had killed a giant octopus, and chopped off the body/head part, and climbed into and wore its tentacles on his legs and rearranged the rest so he could take a picture in a library. Half man, half octopus. I remember being disgusted, but when I looked closer it looked like he had built the octopus tentacles out of Lego's. One really can't be sure.
• The part I remember vaguely, right before I woke up, was that my mother was near me and I said something along the lines of, "Wouldn't it be fun to birth me again?" and she responded, "I think twice is enough, don't you?"

O_O Seriously, what is wrong with me. I was only asleep for like an hour and a half.

Finally a Lucid Dream

I'll keep this one short, but I was having a lot of trouble sleeping last night so it seems like a good time to have a lucid dream; when you just can't get comfortable and it's a while before you slip between reality and dreamworld. Maybe this is why I finally had one. Anyway, in every lucid dream I've ever had (except one) I always try to fly. It's pretty much an instant thing, "Oh, this is a dream!.... I CAN FLY!" And what is strange is that every time, even though I know it's a dream, I still have to find some way of helping myself fly. In only one dream I used faerie dust, but in every other dream it is usually an umbrella. I'm not sure why but it seems like a good idea at the time.

So, I think this dream started at my grandparents house. I never realized how many dreams I had there, or maybe it's just a coincidence that I've been having them a lot more lately for whatever reason. Anyway, it was a group of me and some friends and we were walking around doing something, I don't even know. I remember one of them pointing out that there was something creeping around in this giant bush, like some creature or monster or something. This is when I realized it was a dream, so it was pretty immediate. One transition period later, I was in some random town that of course I've never been in. I was with my friend Rachel, the girl that shot me in the last dream (lol). And so I wandered into this shop, they sold Festis (My first Swedish product in a dream, yea!!!) Of course, they also happened to sell umbrella's and a variety of other random snacks and things. It was sort of like a gas station store where it had some useful traveling gadget's, but that was about it. So I got myself this umbrella and went outside and jumped in the air and flew around!

Usually in these dreams, even though I know I can fly, there is something in my head telling me that it's just not possible, so I usually can't fly that high or I will fly up really high and then have to land, or I can only jump impossibly high. I was lucky enough in this dream that I could fly around for a long time so that was pretty awesome. I remember seeing the look on people's faces when they saw me take off, and I just laughed and it was sooo sweet. Anyway, I finally landed and my friend was like "Dude, what about me!?" I'm like good point, so I go back to the shop where I got the umbrella and they're all out of the umbrellas that I used. I'm pretty pissed but I'm like 'Okay, this is a dream, so I can just make this happen right?' So, I close my eyes and I'm trying to force my subconscious into creating more umbrellas and it won't work (it usually doesn't). Luckily I found some in a pile below the stand that people hadn't seen (or maybe it actually did work this time?). So I took one, a different color from my own and went out of the store and gave it to her.

So we went around flying a bit, didn't go up more than probably 750 feet, but that was out of choice, not limitations. I'm not too much of heights person. Anyway, I don't remember much else from the dream, but I do know that when I woke up it felt like I was already awake... does that make sense? Like when you fall asleep with your eyes open and you're just suddenly awake and staring, and it feels like you skipped a step? Well that's what this was like.

Zombies (Part 2)

So I go back to sleep and I am at an abandoned house and it's very dilapidated, but quite a bit larger than the house in my kitten dream. You know the deal, windows bored up, gutters falling off and swaying back and forth a bit, paint crusting off, abandoned, ominous. The works. So I'm here, and I'm with my friend, though at the moment I can't remember who it was. I don't know if this is a crime scene or what but there are a few police cars and some people mingling about and people looking around oddly. Well I don't know what happened, but someone screamed and there was an explosion as one of the cop cars went up in flames. Then there were suddenly like 4 or 5 zombies. For all those zombie buffs out there these were the flesh eating kind, slack mouths, made moaning noises, but were much faster than they should have been so people actually did have to run.

We had some following us as we ran away all over town and by the time we had made it back to the abandoned house, there were at least 20 or 25 of them (having turned citizens into zombies as they ran all over town). So now that we have outrun them for the time being, it's time of course, ladies and gents, to go INTO the house. Of course all the doors and windows are boarded up and "lucky" for us, there's a strange hole the we can make our way into the house, So it's sort of like climbing in a half muddy hole, half cave, and we have backpacks on, I don't know why. It is a very tight fit and even if you aren't claustrophobic, it gets a bit scary, and I have to take off my backpack to even fit in this hole. My friend behind me was more scared than I was so I pushed on and encouraged her to do the same. Eventually we had made it into the house.

It gets a bit blurry here, but the point is zombies eventually made it into the house and the hunt began. I mean, I've never been in a zombie apocalypse... have you? So somehow I got a gun and started shooting at zombies. But then after a while the dream sort of lost focus on zombies and people I know sort of were showing up in the house. This girl I know, Rachel, was there and we both had guns, I guess for zombie shooting, but somehow we got into a fight, I'm not sure. The point is that I might have shot at her and then she started shooting at me so I ran off and I went through this doorway into a room and she shot once, twice and missed. I tripped and fell and I was laying there with my back on the ground and she was in the doorway with the gun pointed at me. I was begging her not to shoot me, knowing that I was being a bit hypocritical since I shot at her. I closed my eyes and begged her not to shoot me. I heard a gun shot and it made impact.

I did not wake up. I felt what it was like to be shot. I think she shot me in my right lung but I can't be sure. I didn't feel much pain but more like a creeping numbness that swept through my body to my fingertips and my legs. My nerves stopped working correctly and I couldn't move the way I used to. My speech was slurred and my vision became blurry. I couldn't breathe. My consciousness started to dim and I felt her presence laying beside me, though I'm not sure why, maybe I shot her as well. But this sort of awful pressure descended upon me and though it didn't really HURT, it was not a pleasant feeling. I knew I was dying and all I could think was, "So this is death. She shot me. This is dying... what comes next?"

Kittens (Part 1)

I had two dreams last night. The first dream began when I was at my house. There is a huge valley outside my house in the 'back yard'. It's too hard to explain so I'll just leave it at that. Anyway so I look down and I see this baby white tiger is stuck in something and so I go over and I pull it free. Then I just start to walk up to my house (weird because there's no way I wouldn't try to pet it or do SOMETHING, but w/e). So I'm walking up to my house and then I see these two full grown white tigers running from the top of the hill to the valley where the tiger is. All of the sudden I remember this random folktale that says that when a baby white tiger is all alone in a valley, other white tigers will come and kill it. I don't know how my brain comes up with this stuff.

So I rush down to safe the tiger and these things look more like white lions than white tigers, but w/e. So obviously we can communicate, I don't know that they can talk, but we know what each other is saying and I try to convince them that he's just a baby kitten and they shouldn't kill him and they say he needs to die. At this point there are like 18 or 19 adults circling me, but the leader of them feels bad for the little runt and decides finally that he can live. I get to keep him! Yay!

So then a transition period, and I'm at "my house" except it's really some dingy, dilapidated house in the middle of nowhere. I have put my tiger cub in my house to chill. Then I'm outside and all of the sudden I see two stray cats (house cats) and I HAVE to save them. So I snatch them up and put them inside. Then I see some kittens, well hell I HAVE to save them too!! Then there's more and more, all of different ages and colors and sizes and....

I basically turned into the crazy cat lady.

Still though, AMAZING dream with lots of kitties! Yayyy. So then I wake up and immediately go back to sleep, only to be in a new dream about...

Zombies.

The Hunt

So I was sitting at the terminal of an airport I've never seen and I was sitting next to some random people, but as is with most dreams, everything was weird. The seats were on the ground and sort of tilted back and I had my passport, plane ticket, purse, and cell phone on me. Some people that were sitting next to me came and went and I distinctly remember this sketchy looking chick sit down next to. Of course, I get up to do something and come back and I remember she had two passports and I was like wtf but I didn't say anything because what do I know?

She gets up and leaves and I look through my stuff to find out that not only is my passport gone, but my ticket to Europe as well. I begin to panic because the ticket is worth like $150o. After frantically searching and harassing the people next to me what they saw, I head to the front desk and tell them my things are missing on the off chance they might know something or can help me. Miraculously, someone has turned in my passport but not the boarding pass. My flight leaves in like 2 hours, at 6 p.m., so I'm basically screwed unless I can find it (at least in my dream, anyway).

Then there was some transition period where I found out where these random people were and I asked around and after some threatening of lives, some meek, round boy told me that he had indeed seen my ticket and it was this girl he knew. (Funny enough she's a girl in my Animal Behavior class but I've never talked to her before. I'm probably going to look at her funny the next time I see her.) He told me that she had shown him the ticket and was bragging about it or something. I asked him where she was and he said she was running a marathon today. Anyway, another transition period later I found her and confronted the little thief. Of course she denied it and took off running.

It became difficult to find and catch her because of all the other runners in this race. We weren't on city streets or anything, it was a weird jumble of rooms and trails, I don't know. Eventually I found her by the edge of this drop off thing. There was a fence and below it was water and in the middle of this there was an island with the largest anaconda snake I've ever seen, curled up and very much awake. I demanded she give me it back because I knew she had it. She honored my wishes by turning into a dog and sliding through the railing and before I could grab her, she had fallen into the water in the enclosure below. I watched the dog paddle to the edge while the huge snake slithered into the clear water, looking for its next meal. It was a close race but the dog made it to the edge quicker than the snake could reach it. She turned back into a person and ran off. I continued the hunt.

I finally found her up ahead and she was running really fast so I had to and I was exhausted (probably reminiscent of how far I had to walk last night and how tired I was all night). I finally caught up to her and got the ticket back somehow. I had already missed my flight though, and I woke up to the thought of hoping the airline would let me switch it for a later time.

Thievery

I can't remember too much of this dream, but me and Conor were at some gas station I think, and I distinctly remember I had a gold Toyota Corolla. What is funny is that I know absolutely nothing about cars, but when I googled the Corolla today, I found out that the car looked just like that! I don't know if someone once told me what a Corolla looked like and my brain unknowingly cataloged it or if it was just a coincidence, but I found that a bit weird. Anyway I left the car for like 1o minutes to go do something and someone stole it! I was quite upset.

Ironically, there was a cop driving by at just that moment so I flagged him down and told him what had happened. He immediately went in search of it. Some time lapsed and he actually found it and returned it to me, which was awesome. Also for some reason my little cousin Hunter was a dirt bike trick specialist or something and he was on TV. I'm pretty sure my great grandmother (dead) was in this dream too but I can't remember why.

P.S. I'm thinking maybe I'll put in a special edition entry of some of my past memorable dreams soon.

Renegades in the Night

I had a dream that me and a team of misfits or more appropriately, renegades, were trying to break into this building. It was night and though we were sneaking quietly, we came across this man. I assume he was going to call the alarm on the building, so we took turns beating the holy hell out of him. I remember I punched him 100 times before my hands were swollen and bleeding and then I let someone else carry on. I don't know if the man deserved it or if it was just because he was there, or if he was the enemy. I might know if I could remember why we were trying to break into this building. We decided it would be best to just kill him, so we were going to shoot him, but the gun shot would announce everyone to our presence so we took him to the woods a ways away. I got a strange feeling I was in a video game at this point. Once we were in the woods, we were going to shoot him with a pistol, but just then people started coming down the dirt road near us so we had to hide. Obviously since we were in the woods, it was difficult to find good hiding places, and the only thing we really had was shrubbery or trees. We were with some asian girl that would. not. shut. up. It was really irritating since we were trying to hide. Anyway, more people with heavy weapons (automatic guns) came and our hiding places were shit. Of course they spotted us, so I took off.

I ran and ran and ran, not in the same direction as the others I came with, I don't know what happened to them. I could feel bullets from their guns hitting the ground below me as I weaved in and out of trees, but miraculously they were missing me. I jumped a few fences and busted into some womans house who promised to help hide me. I came out of the back room that I had been hiding in for a while and saw her in the front room glancing suspiciously at the front door. I got a very untrusting feeling and came up behind her and choked her with a bed sheet (attack first, ask questions later). I asked if she had told 'them' where I was hiding, evidently she had, the little wench, so I took off out the front door and hopped her fence again, trying to find a new place to hide. I finally came across and old man with a dog coming out onto his front porch and I busted into his place this time instead. After much convincing, he let me stay there to hide. I never let him out of my sight so he couldn't tell the men where I was. Eventually I left his house and was walking down a deserted dusty road with no particular destination in mind. I don't remember anymore, and I woke up. I only remembered this dream after 10 minutes of being away, and I usually forget if I don't write it down immediately, so I'm glad I remembered this.

Side note: You may be concerned that my dreams are usually bad and/or disturbing. Well sorry, too bad. Go read Santa's dream journal.

Attempted Murder

I had a dream I was in my parents house, which is weird enough as it is because I usually dream about places that don’t exist. I know it started out with my mother, me, my brother, Ariel, and my cousins Megan and Miranda. I’m pretty sure for some reason my cousin Megan threw up on our decorative table in the living room, which is normally covered in pictures and and decorative things but instead it was empty in this dream. Except for the vomit. Then they left so it was just us four remaining.

Anyway Ariel was supposed to spend the night on the couch in the living room. My mother was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, which she doesn't usually do. I don’t remember what my mother said at this point but I know it was very demeaning and rude and so mean I almost couldn’t stand it. I stalked off to my room because I hated it when my mom did stuff like that in front of my brother and friend because it was not only rude but embarrassing as well. I guess something in me snapped because as I got to my room I swiftly turned around and came back into the kitchen where I started to yell at my mom. I screamed, really. I took the newspaper she had been holding and I ripped it into pieces and threw it everywhere, and I’m pretty sure I destroyed something else or we got into a slapping fight; I can’t remember what. I generally caused a SCENE.

I knew I was probably embarrassing myself but I was just so angry… as any of you that know about my temper could imagine... It's annoying that I can't remember what we even got into a fight about, though. At some point I spoke to my brother and he said, "You know, usually when people do these things they just embarrass themselves, and you totally just did". It made me angry because I felt justified in what I had done, even if it was a bit, well, psychotic. Anyway, I went into my room and got ready for bed. I could hear them talking about me in the kitchen, saying things like I was an embarrassment or something. It made me mad but I just locked my door and laid down. Then I heard a knock at my door. I waited for them to tell me who it was, because if was my mom I didn’t want to let her in. I called out… “Ariel?” - no answer. I waited and reluctantly called out “Mother?” - no answer. I unlocked the door and there stood my mother with basically no facial expression at all. I figured she had come to either yell at me or to apologize. There was nothing I could really do to stop her from getting in so I just reserved myself to letting her have her say, because there was nothing I could do about it. I just got in my bed and laid back down.

She sat on the edge of the bed and held one of my hands but left her other hand free. I suddenly got a bad feeling. I said “Mom?” And she said "Come here" blankly and lifted up my blanket as if she were going to try to hold my other hand or "comfort me” in some way, but I seized her other arm quickly and found she was holding one of our house door keys in her hand (they unlock the doors from the outside of the rooms in my house, not a door TO the house. They don't have ridges on them, they're just a straight bar with a flat end on them, if you know what I'm talking about). The key was clutched between two fingers and I knew then that she was in my room to try to stab me in the stomach!!! I looked at her and she didn’t say anything, just blank eyes glazed with loathing. She had finally had it with me apparently.

So, I grabbed her other wrist and a struggle commenced. Now, I am not very strong I’ll be honest, but either is my mom. So eventually I overpowered her and pushed her on her back pinned down by her wrists and flicked the key out of her hand. I then looked over and she had another key in her other hand. She had apparently come prepared to slaughter me by way of gutting. I took the second key and put it next to the other on the bed next to her head where she couldn’t reach them since I had her arms pinned. Then she suddenly had ANOTHER key. But it was in a third arm!!! I had to grab her third arm with my right hand as well which was annoying because it was hard to grasp two wrists with one arm. I pushed the three keys off the bed. I’m pretty sure at one point I slapped my mother. I don’t remember how I got out of the room with her. Maybe I pleaded with her not to kill me. At any rate she went to bed in her room, I think. I was very distraught when I came out into the kitchen where Ariel still was, either oblivious or uncaring of the matter. She looked at me and said simply, "Megan's throw up was just left on the table!" Like I was going to do something about it. I was just like "Clean it up yourself". She had the balls to look affronted and said something about the fact that she was MY cousin. I told her I didn’t give a shit and went to my room. After all, my mother had just tried to kill me. I woke up crying. I usually don’t wake up crying but I did this time. My own mother had tried to kill me!

Side note: Ironically we do have two keys in the house, but a third one had gone missing years ago.