I dreamt that I was living with my mom and two brothers in this tiny, low-budget house sort of thing. It was nighttime, and we felt like something weird was going on.  Next thing we knew, the swat team (or something to that extent) was in our house trying to snipe the people next door to us.  They were firing back, and my mom and I were in the line of fire, so I was desperately trying to get her out of the room.  She really wanted to see what was happening, but I eventually convinced her to sluggishly move into a different room.

We cleared out of the room, the policemen left, our house was trashed, and then my whole family moved out except for me.

The next day I met my 8th grade teacher.  She was outside this dojo, sweeping, but she was like, beautiful. She had all of these really vibrant tattoos, and had dyed hair, and she basically looked like an older rockibilly goddess.  She insisted that I live with her and be her apprentice.  I said yes, so I moved in with her.

Turns out she owned this totally anime noodle bar, and when I say anime, I don’t mean it was anime themed, I mean it was just the kind of place you would find in an anime. I turned into this pink-haired bar wench or whatever, and I was sweeping, and then Brock and Ash from pokemon came by, and Brock started flirting with me horribly. He was drooling and acting ridiculous, but it tripped me out because here I was viewing it all in First Person, but it was an anime??? Idk, it gave me a cool game idea, but I wouldn’t know what to do with it.

Another random scene I remember, I was looking for the restroom at my school, and when I found it, I went inside to find that there was some kind of dance going on that I wasn’t aware of. There was trash every where, and make-up.  And the bathrooms looked like that had a lot of activity without being recently cleaned. I went into one stall to do my business, but I realized that the toiletpaper was actually a dress someone had bundled up with a cotton swab and a bobby pin. The dress was this cute, black, sheer-bohemian sort of thing. I wrapped it up and put it back because I figured someone was hiding it….?

Having a really rough time remembering my dreams these past few days. I need to get back on top of it.

I was at this sort of…opera mall-theatre?? I’m not sure how to explain it… I was with my mom, one of my brothers, and his girlfriend.  We were attending this movie, but every theatre we went into, my brother started freaking out, and would stand up, face the audience, and point his finger at them like a gun.  

He had powers in this dream, and when he pointed at the audience, explosions occurred where he was pointing.  We tried to rush him out of the theatre, but he was in a trance, and tried to resist. My brother is like, 6’,10”, so it was difficult to move him. 

Random weird thing: whenever he did his power, a bunch of pigs woud congregate to him…. don’t know why, but that’s the second time I’ve dreamt of pigs this past week.

By the time we had got him out of the theatre, my mom collapsed. She wasn’t doing so well, particularly because my brother was causing explosions and chaos every where.  I think the sadness of the destruction was literally infecting her, and it represented itself as a diseases.  

When I went to go attend to her, her stomach had burst open, and this horrible, organic matter was pulsating and growing out of her, and she was screaming and crying. The next thing I knew, the disease had consumed her. I fell to my knees, crying.  My brother tried to pull me away, saying it wasn’t a big deal, but I was flipped out…

Next, I was back in my middle school, and we were getting ready for a Halloween party. There were some kids from my old class there, and we were digging through all of these ancient costumes in this abandoned costume-warehouse at my school.  Everything was musty and neglected, and there were spider webs at every turn.  Normally I love Halloween, but I was not interested in the festivities. 

My friend came up to me and was asking about my mom, but I didn’t want to talk about it.

(it’s at this point that I know there was some reoccurring action that I kept doing, like taking out a lighter or something, but I can’t remember what it was.)

One of the substitute teachers came in, and asked how our group projects were going, which apparently we had to do?? (*) I was nervous, and tried to explain that my mom had just died, since this was still part of the same timeline.

 It’s after this point where my dream gets very foggy, and I can’t remember what else happened, but I remember feeling anxious, upset and generally pissed off for the rest of the dream.

(*) I often dream about not being prepared for some kind of public activity, like a play, or a speech. Some authority will come up to me, and ask if I am ready, and I’ll go “I’m going a play??” or “We had a group project?!”)

Okay so I had to run to class in a rush this morning, but I still remember the dream fairly well…

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I’m le sad :(

So last night, I dreamt that I was Harry potter, and I was on this plane with Lucius, Snape, Wormtail, and my son. Lucius got up really angrily and told me to follow him, and I was like “um kay,’ so I followed him to the outside wing of the airplane. Out there, I saw that Snape and Wormtail were threatening to push my son off the plane (he was leaning way forward, and was suspended on the edge of the wing by magic,_   Panicked, I went to grab sonny-boy, but I accidentally pushed him off. Luckily Snape saved him, and then turned around to scold me. Apparently there was some plan that I wasn’t aware of.

I decided to go back inside, and Hermoine and Ron were in this king sized bed, and they told me to come and get some sleep. We were all around 12-13 years old, at this point. I got in the bed, but was really frustrated because there were a bunch of tissues towards the bottom of the bed, and I felt them on my feet and they pissed me off….

Next, the dreamed switched to my boyfriend, mom, dad, and I at Disneyland.  I often dream about Disneyland, and I when I do, it looks much calmer and more golden then the real one.  Usually all of the shops are closed, like my family and I are there on some special privilege   This was one of those times.

My boyfriend and I decided to go on some grand water slide. I went down first, and I think my boyfriend was having trouble because he asked me to wait but I went ahead any way. I felt bad, so I waited in one of the wading-pool break areas of the slide for him.

As I sat there, these two men cosplaying Sniper and Spy swam by, and I was really excited about it. They were splashing each other and playing, and they were also being sort of mischievous.  They were going the opposite direction that the slide was intended to go, and I was going to tell them off, but then something came up.

I had to get out immediately.  My mom had called me to tell me that there was a bomb I needed to diffuse.  I was fine with this apparently, because I had done it once before (Hurtlocker Mouse ftw???) but I was really dreading the fact that I had to do it with this girl that I hated. She’s no one I know in real life.

I got to the house where the bomb needed to be diffused, and I saw her there.  We immediately started shit talking each other, and it escalated quickly.  I got furious fast, and was screaming obscenities at her within seconds.  In fact, I was screaming so loud in the dream, I actually spoke irl and woke myself up briefly.  I fell back asleep and back into the dream right away.

Bac in the dream, I was trying to hit this girl in the face with an oer sized spade.  It was a frustrating sensation because in my dreams when I’m trying to strike someone, I am often sluggish and weak, like I’m trying to move through water. My hits weren’t affecting her, and it was just pissing me off more.  She was smiling a snide smile at me the whole time, too. GOD she pissed me off haha.

Holding the spade gave me an idea, though.  I had realized that it was used for household paint, and I suggested that if we looked for a fresh coat of paint somewhere within the house, we would find the bomb.  Just after my moment of brilliance, though, the “bad-guys” who placed the bomb pulled up outside in their car.  I looked to the girl-I-hate and I hate and panicked.  She was annoyed by me, saying that there was no need to panic, and that I was just being inexperienced. 

I decided to go find hiding within the house on my own, and quickly ran into the master-bedroom closet. I ducked behind some clothes with my hand placed between two section of hanging close, so that when the moment came where someone found me, I could quickly reveal myself and stab them in the face or something.

Shortly after that, I woke up.

I was in my apartment as a part of some kind of class or lesson with my Healing Arts teacher.  She, and a few other kids from my class, were with me all cramped into my apartment. I can’t remember what she was instructing us to do, but in doing it I ended up cutting the tip of my thumb. It really hurt, and I felt silly because it was a tiny cut, but when I looked closer, it was a really deep gash that was bleeding profusely. 

I don’t remember when this happened, so I’ll just slip it in here~

I was at school, and I was on this bench that was also a toilet (please do not ask me why…). I was using it, but i was crying.  Then my friend from school came over, and I tried to warn her I was going to the restroom, but she couldn’t hear me. I was super embarrassed, because I was sure she could smell my poops, but she was just being nice and sweet, and offered to help me clean up.

I really have no idea how to decipher that part…

ANYWAYS

Then the dream cut to my Healing Arts teacher’s grandmother’s house, or something, and we were about to take part in some kind of ritual or ceremony. We, being all of her family, myself, and my brother. While waiting for people to show up, I started playing around on the computer, which was hooked up to a projector like it is at my school.

I was browsing TF2 images, and someone in the room sort of recognized them, but he was just kind of making fun of me for it.

We then moved on to the ritual.  We were instructed to go outside, but everyone went at their own leisure. I tried to follow my teacher, but I ended up going in the completely opposite direction then what I was supposed to go.

Outside it was like fallx20. There were piles and piles of dead leaves everywhere, and the day time was set to an eternal sunset. The trees on the neighborhood street were enormous, and I knew that if I walked too far, I would be harmed.

My teacher found me and told me to follow her. They started telling me of the dangers of the monsters that lurk around the neighborhood. They were telling me about these guys who come and steal your soul, and just as they began describing what they did, we turned around to find one was quickly approaching us.  It looked like the monsters from the Justine dlc for Amnesia: the Dark Decent. 

We ran inside quickly, because apparently the monsters only attack you from the outside.  The ritual was cancelled, because I somehow attracted too many monsters. So my family and I were preparing to leave, but before we left, there were three animals blocking my path.One was a deformed pig who was just sort of a blob pile with only three legs, one eye, and really long, mangled teeth. The other was some sort of cat, and the last was a bird, I think. They each looked like they had been in some kind of horrible accident.  I tried to pet each of them, but they all tried to bite me, and then started aggressively trying to nip at my legs on the way out. I ran out crying.

After I lef the house, I was with my family. For some reason, I was a lot younger— around the same age I was when my family was still together.  We were walking down what felt like a New York street. I was terrified of what had just happened, and was hugging close to my dad. Out of nowhere, this sort of short, 30-something guy came running past my family, turned around, and starting walking backwards in tempo with my family and I.

He was walking directly infront of me, and staring at me with a really odd smile. I asked him who he was, and he grinned wider, but didn’t respond.  My brothers turned to me, as did my parents, and asked me who I was talking to. I immediately knew I was the only one who could see him, but I didn’t feel like addressing that yet. I pressed on.

“Who are you?”

He looked up, and he was wearing this sort of shroud, or cloak, I’m not sure, but when his face hit the light, all of his feature turned a shiny, glowing white. When he looked back down, they went black. Sort of like a strange, translucent fabric.

“I am that which all young girls will see at some point in their lives,” he said to me in a very soft, reassuring, and quiet tone, “dread.” 

He took off his cowl thing, and he had long, red, curly hair, and a scruffy beard.  he then turned and dashed away, and I ran off to chase him, calling ‘wait!’ and such. I don’t know why I wanted him to come back. I think I wanted to ask him what was going on.

I followed him to a street corner, my family running after me, and then he started talking to street vendors, and ignored me. In a way, he mentally disappeared, like, his personality vanished, but his body stayed. 

And then I woke up in a panic.

This is a dream I had during my senior year of high school. I never actually finished writing it down immediately after I had the dream, and I picked up writing on it over the course of two years(!), finishing it today.

I have replaced names to respect privacy.

Please forgive the extreme wordiness of the writing in addition to its derpiness; it was written very much as a stream of consciousness.

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2/1/11

So I had this really weird dream last night. I can’t remember how it started, but then again, you can never remember how a dream starts. But the first thing I remember from this dream was that I was in some weird classroom with no tables and chairs. It made me think of DerpSchool’s library, except the walls were this warm white/light yellow and there were no tables, only chairs. I remember sitting next to Joe and flirting heavily with him. We talked with each other during class (we were being lectured to or something weird but we weren’t paying attention, nor did we care that we weren’t paying attention). I remember being really cold … my hands especially. I voiced this and Joe was like, “Let me feel your hands,” or something. He took my hands—his hands were so warm and cozy, and he was like, “Wow, they really are cold.” So he held my hands in his to warm mine, and after a minute or so I leaned into his body (not his side), so that he was kind of like a cushion for my back and side. I rested my head against his shoulder and we both kind of sat there like that for the rest of class. And of course we were both smiling—not in that overjoyed way, but in that caring, relaxed way, like the way you would smile at something you thought was cute. Just a small smile—that makes you feel happy and warm, without being super obvious to everyone around you.

It wasn’t long until the “class” (or whatever the hell it was) was over. Everyone got up and put away their chairs and left the room/library. I was one of the last out of the room.

Then the dream shifted. I was back in the library at DerpSchool but the back part of the library, where the long tables with chairs are was replaced by two or three rows of desks with computers—kind of like a computer lab. It was still the library—the bookcases were still there, just instead of those annoying tables there were rows of desks with large fancy Mac desktops on them. Also, the far wall of that area (where there is usually a stage and a room behind it) was covered with glass, very similar to the way the long walls are (like the one overlooking the hill/rest of campus). Maybe 10 or 15 (or maybe 20?) people were in this area, either sitting in front of other computers or sitting in chairs that were on the side of the area (the chairs were those large comfy chairs like in the student center).

I saw this guy who’s in my drama class with blond hair—he’s a junior—and I forget his name (embarrassingly. I mean… seriously. It’s only been half a school year. How come I don’t know his name yet? (reading this in February 2013; I’m pretty sure the guy’s name is Bob)) Anyway, I saw that he was watching a video about a completely customizable interface for World of Warcraft (supposedly it was a new feature in an update or something). I was interested, so I walked up behind him and crouched so that my head was at his head level. Of course he noticed that I was behind him, watching what he was watching, and he asked me if I played World of Warcraft. I told him, yes, I used to, but I stopped junior year so I could focus on school. He said, yeah, he had just stopped for junior year as well, and we started talking about the game. I remember mentioning playing on a private server, and we talked about how much we enjoyed the game and stuff like that.

Then he left, and I sat in a nearby chair and just kind of chilled out for a while. After some time a number of people started to look out of the window, pointing at something and talking amongst themselves.  I looked outside and saw that the skeleton of what appeared to be a pterodactyl (with a head/skull very much like the Pokemon Kabuto/Kabutops) was floating right outside the window, staring at us. I was startled and a little bit scared because I thought it looked hostile and dangerous, but my peers in the library assured me that it wouldn’t harm us—it never had and it never will. I learned that this creature supposedly had always lived under the library at DerpSchool, and it was only every once in a while that it showed itself to the public. It never did much anything aside from coming out to provide cheap thrills—frighten middle-schoolers and easily-startled wimps like me. People in the room started to talk to the pterodactyl skeleton and taunt it, and in response it started to bang against the window, as if to break in and attack us. It was like the creature understood us perfectly! The weird thing, though, was that as it banged and pressed against the glass, no sound was made. The glass wobbled slightly as it would if something was to hit it, but no sound was heard. People in the room started to laugh and continued to taunt the pterodactyl, and the creature started floating around more urgently, as if becoming more irritated. Finally, students in the room lost interest in the creature and it returned to its unseeable cave underneath the library.

The dream shifted again, and now I was behind the library (the long side with the hill) except the place was a courtyard. There were columns along the library, and another building with columns was on the far side of the courtyard (where Mr. MathTeacher’s class is). I was walking slowly in that direction with Joe and we were talking to each other about something… I can’t remember what. But I remember feeling warm (as in the emotion, not the feeling from heat).

As we were walking, I heard the feint sound of a girl yelling. The sound got louder, as if whoever was yelling was coming closer to us. I turned around (toward the fountain) and saw Sally, Joe’s ex-girlfriend, running towards us.

—I’m continuing this almost a year after the original dream. Today is 12/22/11 and I currently sit on a plane flying to Hawaii—

I can’t remember if she was angry or sad… it was one or the other. I think she was most likely distressed, because I think I remember her crying. Anyway, she was yelling at Joe, asking him to stop and wait. Joe turned to me quickly and muttered something like, “Go, she probably doesn’t want to see you. I’ll meet up with you after I’m done with whatever Sally wants.” I could tell in his voice that he did not want to deal with Sally and he saw her interruption as unwanted and a bit irritating.

More stuff happened but I can’t remember what it was.

I believe after that scene, the dream shifted once again. I was outside the DerpSchool library, but on the opposite side, where the courtyard currently is. Except there wasn’t a courtyard there; instead the road that goes up the hill through the school came to a turnaround there. It was on a higher level of terrain than the library was, so there were steps from the area outside the library up to the sidewalk alongside the road. I was waiting in this area for someone to pick me up. I can’t remember who I was waiting for, but I remember Tom offering to drive me, and maybe Fred and his friends (in a different car) offered to drive me as well. I can’t remember if I even got in a car with anyone. But after that scene (which lasted a lot longer than I described), the dream transitioned once again.

This time I was being taken home on a weird house-car or something. And I don’t mean like an RV; I mean like a house on wheels. It was kind of reminiscent of a small ship or something. I was sitting in the courtyard, which was at the front of the house-car structure, overlooking the valley. Some lady was driving me home and I remember we got lost—someone was told to take a certain road because it was supposedly faster… or no! I think we saw the freeway from somewhere near DerpSchool (since it’s quite hilly) and saw that the freeway was absolutely full and hardly moving. So we took this windy road that went through the woods (still in the mountains) and we got lost. Of course there was a lot of discussion surrounding how to get home and why things weren’t working out or whatever, and eventually we just stopped. I can’t remember if we ran out of gas or something—we must’ve—because next thing I know, we’re getting off the house-car-boat-thing and venturing into the forest, looking for who knows what… other people or something who could help us get home.

And then the dream turned into a kind of Indiana Jones adventure. The forest became misty and dark… it wasn’t menacing or creepy (well maybe a little), it was just barren. Not physically (it’s a forest… duh) but the place just felt so empty. No life, aside from the trees and stuff.

—continuing this in February 2013—

After I walked in the forest for a while (which wasn’t all that long to begin with), I noticed the ground started getting a little sandy. The forest came to a stop, and now I was looking at a very foggy, misty beach. I think I backtracked into the forest to figure out what else was around, and I remember finding a weird wooden stage at the very edge of the forest next to the beach.

I don’t really remember any specific details concerning what else happened. I do know that nothing significant happened, and that this setting was the last setting in the dream. The dream ended not long after I found the stage by the beach.

I’ll kick of this blog with my dream from last night. Well, as much as I can remember of it, now that it’s hours after the fact

I was staying in this vacation house my friends, which is a reoccurring theme in my dreams, but I was really unhappy. My hair looked really washed out, like it had been weeks since I dyed it, and I was very disheveled looking when I looked in the mirror.
I was really upset at my cousin, who was also there, for some reason. I was about to get into a fight with him, which has never happened in real life.
Next, I was skulking in some corner by myself, really dejected, and I believe I was crying.
The next thing I remember, I was taking my mom to some appointment or something, which I do often. I was trying to talk on the phone at the same time, and I was driving very recklessly, hitting cars and breaking hard. My mom was distracting me in a frantic way, and I yelled at her to get her to stop, and I believe I made her cry. I immediately felt awful, but the tone was awkward after that.

The last bit I remember, just before I woke up, I had arrived at this highschool prom with a trashy girl who sort of appeared in my car. She was really rude, but didn’t speak much. I don’t know her in real life, she was just sort of made up. She went into the “prom,” but her mom came running out after her, shouting at her (at this point in time, the setting changed to the front of the made-up-girl’s house.) Her mom was clearly displeased, but then she let me hold her dog, so I felt a bit better, but still unnerved.

edit: I remember why I was so upset through out the dream! I was terrified because my scorpion knot, which is a protective knot that I wear around my neck, had unraveled. That is a sign of very bad luck, and I was terrified for my life, like, crying and freaking out.