I was at this beach-y underwater type place. I'm not sure how to describe it, but it was like a giant underwater playground at the beach. Suddenly, the entire earth seemed to tilt on its side, and we fell to the bottom of the underwater playground... even though we were underwater.
Sorry, it was kind of fuzzy. :/
After that, I went to this party-ish type thing where they were giving out all this odd free food (I seem to have a lot of dreams about free food. Kind of sad, isn't it?). There were things like peanuts and bread with jam. It was all pretty good, though.
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My dreams are becoming interesting again. Maybe I jinxed it with that last post. Or maybe I just really needed a good night's sleep.
I'm trying really hard to remember some of it...
I think I was on a spaceship, getting ready to go on an adventure. I accidentally pushed a button, which dramatically opened a secret purple stone passageway lit by torches. I was able to slide down the passageway and into a brightly-lit room filled with hundreds of random things, from plastic dinosaurs to maps and compasses. They were things that I was probably going to need on my journey, so I began to grab as many things as I could. Each time I picked something up, it vanished from my hands in three seconds and into a storage place where I could get them later.
I then later learned that the spaceship was actually in the depths of my bedroom. I was attempting to clean it, when a small opossum scurried out from under my bed. I scooped him up in my arms, not really concerned about what diseases he could be carrying. He was soft and warm, and I could feel his warm, pink tongue on my arm when he licked me. "You know, you're going to have to let him outside," my mom sighed. "I know." I opened up my bedroom window and put him outside. He turned and gave me a look before hurrying off to take shelter in a nearby well. (Yes, a well.)
They used to be extraordinary, exciting, or even creepy. Now, they basically resemble common scenarios that take place in common places, like school.
For example, last night I had a dream that I got in a screaming-match-turned-fistfight with my friend in the school cafeteria.Sure, it's something that probably wouldn't happen in real life, but in a dreamworld where anything is possible I'm a little disappointed that my subconsciousness couldn't come up with something a little more extraordinary.
I had a dream that I had a packet full of razors at school. They tumbled out of their little white plastic container and onto the floor with a light clinking noise. A few fell on my arms and my feet, creating bloody slits all over me. They stung. "Whose are these?" A shrill voice cried. An unfamiliar-yet-authoritative-looking woman high-heeled over the the scene, a scowl on her face. I shoved the packet in my backpack. She picked a bloody razor off the floor and gave it a closer look with her squinty eyes. "Whoever brought these in could be charged for murder."
I can just barely remember my dream last night. I think there was snow, and a magic marker (literally). I was trying to draw a backpack with a flower on it so that I could have somewhere to put my magic sparkly paint set, and then get to my track meet on time. I get to the track meet to realize that I don't have any of my clothes for track, and my mom rushes over so I can quickly go home to get it (even though Eve did lend me clothes earlier in the dream... I guess I didn't like them or something). I was able to leave just before the 1600m race (which is right before the 400! Ahh!). I don't remember if I got back there in time or not (I probably didn't), but I do remember seeing Mike in the parking lot. I said hi.
Also, a few nights ago, I dreamed that I was going to a concert in a very worn-out-looking farm town that I had never been to before (we even took a hay ride to get there). Much to my dismay, the concert was already over by the time I got there and everybody had left. Having nothing else to do, I wandered the fairgrounds where the concert was held. I climbed up the track to a wooden roller coaster, terrified that at some point I would eventually get run over by it. Thankfully, I lived to tell the tale.
First off, let me say that the worst dreams I've ever had involve waves. Large - enormous - ones. And deep, deep water. Mountainous dunes with small clusters of green dune grass poking out like razors, and undertows that could pull a truck into the dark, bubbling sea of oblivion with a single wave.
And people wonder why I don't like the beach.
But I had a strange dream maybe two nights ago regarding some scary beaches. But first, I think that I was in a train traveling along the countryside to some unknown destination. I peered out the window and saw a group of construction workers cleaning up a train wreck that I remember seeing happen earlier in my dream-land. "Looks like they're fixing it up" someone said over my shoulder. Trucks upon trucks upon trucks lined the sandy area leading up to the train wreck, and I assumed that they were helping with the cleaning of the train wreck. I began to see enormous dunes as we approached a beach. I assumed it was a beach, at least. (thankfully, I didn't see the actual ocean due to the largeness of the dunes). Hundreds of cars were half-buried in the sand, as if one packed day at the beach a sandstorm hit and no one ever bothered to recover their cars. Several frazzled-looking people slowly walked among the dunes. The train slowed down, as if offering to pick them up. Some of them lifted up their heads and slowly waved to the train with odd grins on their faces. Creepy.
I had a few interesting dreams last night. In the first one, I was going on a car trip. Someone told the guy I like to come, and he had agreed to tag along. I was naturally excited, but I soon realized that up close we was nothing like I thought he was. He had this odd smirk plastered on his face the whole time and he certainly wasn't as good-looking as I though he was. After a while, my mom and I got out of the car. We were near a saltwater marsh, and there were hundreds of beautiful dark blue mussel shells sticking out of the water, each one about a foot and a half in diameter, their "mouths" agape. I came close enough to touch one, and when I did, it slowly closed its open shell. The most fascinating thing, though, was that each one was surrounded by stunning purple and pink and white crystal formations. Next, I think I was at a hotel. Wherever it was, it was very colorful and modern-looking, but it was very dark at the same time (not metaphorically, I mean the lights were all very dim). I saw one of my close guy friends in the hallway and he suddenly blurted out to me, "I like you a lot, and I don't know what to do about it." I suddenly felt my chest tighten, and I wasn't sure how to react. Before I could, though, I had already moved on to another dream. It was summertime at my house, and everything was full of life. The trees (which are currently bare) were lush and green and were teeming with all sorts of beautiful and colorful insects. Thousands of beautiful butterflies flew across the lawn. It was wonderful. However, everywhere besides my lawn was covered in snow and was dark, like there was a spotlight on my house or something, and the rest of the world was pitch black. I suddenly saw several shadowy figures dash down the road to my neighbor's house, and I had decided in my dream that the owner of the house had recently passed away, although I know the family that currently lives there is alive and well. Without thinking, I began to run after them, which made them run even faster. When I had reached my neighbor's house, everything inside in a wreck. The windows had been smashed in and everything was scattered around. I began screaming at the intruders. "You can't just take his stuff! You think you can just take a dead guy's stuff? Get out!" I guess that was enough to scare them, and they scrambled off.
Wow, um, I think I already had a kind of lucid dream last night... or this morning whatever.
I read somewhere that to have lucid dreams you have to keep on doing checks throughout the day to see if you're dreaming. I tried that yesterday, and I ended up doing it in my dream, I think.
I think I might have been half awake, but I managed to acknowledge that I was dreaming, and I made a giant bowl of ice cream appear. I dunno, it just kinda felt like I was just thinking instead of dreaming. I felt like if I was dreaming it would have felt more real, and I would have actually been able to taste and feel the coldness of the ice cream. But I didn't so I guess it didn't really end up working that well.
I also feel like I had this sort of experience thing I read about where your mind wakes up before your body does. I felt like my mind was definitely awake, but my body was still sleeping. Everything was dark, even though I knew that it should have been light out because it was probably around 10 in the morning. It only just occurred to me that it was because my eyes were closed.
Well, it was a very eventful morning. I'll try again tomorrow night. :]
Sorry I haven't really been posting on here. I keep on forgetting to write down my dreams, and then I wind up forgetting them. And that pretty much defeats the purpose of this blog.
So, last night I had a brief dream that I went skiing, and I couldn't stop worrying about getting stuck on the chairlift. If you haven't seen the trailer/the movie "Frozen", then you'd understand. Fortunately, I didn't get stuck and I moved onto my next dream interlude. Somehow in this dream, I had a baby. Yeah, I just randomly had a baby in my possession and I somehow knew that it was mine. At first, I would hug and cuddle her. Moments later, I would end up bawling and then lose her in my own house after looking away from her for just a few moments. Needless to say, I watch too much TV (i.e. "Teen Mom").
On another note, one thing that I've always wanted is to have a lucid dream. I can't really recall any recent instances in which it has occurred to me that I was dreaming, and therefore I could do whatever I wanted to. I really wish that I could, though, simply 'cause it sounds like FUN. :]
I had a dream the night before last, and I forgot to blog about it. Oh darn. Well, I remember it starting off with me at a sort of amusement park type place, full of animatronic pink dinosaurs and whatnot. Before I could get on a ride, my friend urged me to come with her in her car so we could eat at a restaurant for dinner, but we had to catch out train, first. She began zooming towards the train terminal (this was all indoors, by the way... and she can't drive), but she had accidentally driven too far. Luckily, she was able to somehow maneuver her way backwards through random twists and turns to get to the train on time. When my friend and I arrived at the uber-modern restaurant, I somehow received a video message from a creepy stalker guy. I don't remember what he said, but I do recall having it freak me out quite a bit. In the next part of my dream, I was suddenly in Manhattan, searching for Times Square. I was all alone, but I wound up finding it without any trouble and without having a panic attack from being totally alone. It was still decorated for Christmas. I think that was the end of my dream interlude.
Last night, I had a dream, but it was very fuzzy. I vaugley remember being at my school, but it was way bigger and had a pool and a play gym of some sort. I was bouncing around in the play gym for a lot of my dream, I think. I then came out from the play gym and saw a rather hot guy from my school come out from the pool area without a shirt on (I don't know why on earth I dreamed that up). For whatever reason, I particularly noticed two freckles on the side of his torso. After I came out of the school, I feel like I was suddenly transported into an episode of CSI. However, there were no murders or anything-- instead, someone had stolen a precious vase and someone had vandalized the inside of my school with spray paint. I was suddenly on the side of a road, with the stolen vase standing upright in the very middle of it. Before I could run to to save it from the oncoming traffic, a truck zoomed by and smashed it into thousands of tiny pieces. All I could remember thinking was how difficult it would be to try and find fingerprints on it.
I feel like there was more to my dream, but I can't remember it. Oh well, I hope it will come to me eventually.
My family and I were driving around a nearby town around 2 in the morning. Every time we'd see an ice cream parlor, we'd excitedly run in and ask a tired-looking girl who was usually cleaning the counters or something if they had any ice cream. We were told each time that it was too late and the store was closed. One particular thing I noticed about this dream was that my family and I were incredibly happy. The closed ice cream stores didn't put us down for a second, and we piled into the car laughing every time after we attempted to get ice cream from the closed stores. It was nice.
Dreams, dreams, dreams. They're odd things. I could never figure out what they're about if I devoted my entire life to them. They're where the restrictions of reality no longer apply, but feel so real at the same time. Odds are, they're just collaborations of random thoughts cluttered in one's mind. But I don't like to think of anything as random.
Truthfully, I sleep a lot. And I dream a lot. So... I've decided to keep a dream log. Here we go...
I have had so many recurring dreams in either the same setting, or the same thing happens. For one, I dream a lot of going to a mall. But not the familiar mall that I usually go to, but a large and confusing one I've never seen before. Either that or a huge house I've never been to before. I also (don't laugh) pretty often have dreams of being half naked in public. Like I forget to put my pants on or something, and then realize upon coming to school that it's a taboo to not wear pants or a shirt in public.
I really wish that my dreams were a little more enlightening or had a ton of symbolic meaning in them, but they are usually some, uh, not meaningful stuff. I mean, the mall?
Onto the logging, now. Well... the night before last night I dreamed that I was somehow eight months pregnant. Embarrassingly enough, the presumed father was from my school. "Are they sure I'm the mother?" I asked him. Obviously, this was an incredibly stupid question to ask him. But I was very concerned with trying to remember how I had formally met him, or when I had slept with him. I had absolutley no idea how any of this was possible. He shrugged. "The DNA test says so." I then embraced him tightly in a hug. The jacket he was wearing felt soft. "I think you need to care more than you do." "Okay." I was then fast-forwarded into watching some sort of messed-up horror movie. Some unknown entity was destroying a girl's family. There was fire everywhere. Something picked up a baby and tossed it into a dishwasher and took the little girl's brother's head and thrusted it onto one of the dishwashing racks. I remember turning away before I saw the blood. I know, right... death by dishwasher? After watching this "movie" I began to dream that I was climbing an incredibly steep mountain covered in snow. I then turned around to see that there was a Panda Express restaurant at the bottom of the mountain, and for whatever reason, I desperately wanted to go there. I began to cautiously walk towards it, afraid of falling down the mountain. I don't think I ever made it there, but I do remember sliding down the rest of the mountain on my stomach like a penguin. At this point I think I was awakened by my younger brother yelling downstairs.
Now, last night I had dreamed a very brief story that I wasn't involved in at all. A man had been set up on a blind date with a woman that he didn't really like that much. He ended up sleeping with her anyway and getting her pregnant (what's with me and pregnant people?). When he realized that he would be a total jerk for leaving her, he stayed with her. They then lived happily ever after with their little accident baby. I then remember being at a relatively small Bath and Body Works store in an enormous mall. I suppose it was around Halloween because they were selling things like pumpkin-scented soaps and hand lotions and ghost-shaped marshmallow peeps. The marshmallow peeps were free samples, so I took one. Or two. Or possibly quite a few more than that. After getting nasty looks from the people working there, I caved in and bought a few. After walking around the mall a little, I came across a boy in my grade. He had an evil look on his face so I asked him what was up. "We're going to play a game. We're going to have to find money to pay for our wedding, but we're going to steal the money right out of their pockets." I began to panic a little. I didn't want to steal money from anyone. So I decided that I could write mini apology letters on perfume sample cards for the people whose pockets we stole from. I was then suddenly at a large mansion-type house packed with people and countless nick-nacks littered everywhere. I felt like I was running away from someone, but I wasn't sure who. I remember finding secret passages in the walls and crawling into them, trying helplessly to escape from whoever was chasing me. I think he or she caught me. Before I could even process what happened, I was jolted into my next dream interlude. It may or may not have been a part of the previous dream, but I usually figure that all of my dreams in one night are connected somehow. I was sneaking glances at a rather good-looking boy from my school at a party me and my friend were at. He then angrily came over and handed me a large sheet of paper. On it was a letter written in magic marker. The letter said how it made him sad and angry to see us looking at him and laughing. He thought that we were making fun of him. "I'm going to start cutting myself," it said in the letter at one point. I then wrote on the back, "I'm sorry to hear that you're going to become an emo person because we think you're hot." In my next dream I was on a sunny beach. I had finally become comfortable enough with my body to wear a bikini. For some strange reason, I thought that it was acceptable to change in the middle of the beach and even leave my top off for a little bit. When I saw people begin to stare at me, I became overwhelmingly embarrassed and attempted to pull the rest of my bathing suit on. The bathing suit ended up being uncomfortable and way too small.
And that's pretty much it. Don't you worry, I'll probably be back tomorrow morning for more. :]