dark, dark dreams

nov 3 night

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 23:58:14 GMT

Two quickies, because this is seriously all I remember about them. I dreamed both of them last night:

1. No setting, no time or place. There was a bee buzzing around me, not particularly trying to bother me, but I was still frightened of it. It flew underneath my armpit at the moment I lowered my arm, trapping itself between my skin. I thought I must've angered it, but it didn't sting me. That was incredibly scary, though.

2. I was suddenly pregnant and giving birth in a hospital room. No details other than hearing a man say "push, push!" - this fragment of a dream literally only lasted five seconds long.

aug 23 night

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 18:58:29 GMT

This dream mostly took place in my bedroom and the bathroom. I had a kitchen knife around... 8 inches long I guess. I'm not too concerned about why I did this, but anyway, I stuck the knife into the side my neck at a rather shallow depth, not really deep, and dragged it through all the way around to the other side of my neck. I was "committing suicide," but there was a lack of blood in the dream, actually (there might have been, but I didn't acknowledge it; I didn't think "Hey, there's no blood!" while I was dreaming). After doing this, I fell back onto my bed, and fell unconscious.

Then I "woke up", still in bed, obviously alive. What was this - I was supposed to be dead! The cut looked like it had healed just a little - it was scabbing. So I picked up the knife and made the same cut again, reopening the wound and cutting deeper this time. Then I laid down in bed again and waited for my consciousness to slip away again.

At some point I realized I needed to use the bathroom. ... so I got up and walked in there, thinking that if I moved around, I would die faster. I found a white towel/washcloth, rolled it up, and held it tightly around my neck with one hand while I did all of my business with the other hand. I had no reason to stop the flow of (invisible) blood like that, but maybe I was feeling guilty that I had cut myself, and wanted to hide it. Afterwards, I walked back into my dark room and stood there, and then I woke up.

A side note - I did see the wound I inflicted upon myself, from a third-person view and in the mirror. It was like a Hollywood make-up job, but without the expected blood pouring out of my neck. It was not a smooth cut, and looked bumpy (from scabbing I guess). My clothes were clean.

This dream is easy to interpret, but I'm too lazy to write up my interpretation - all I can do is look up the keywords. So maybe someone else could do that |D Also, this dream made me realize that I have a fear of waking up after "dying" which is creepy.

mar 07 night

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 04:50:50 GMT

It was definitely in Hell or the underworld or something like that, though now that I think about it, it was just the brutal atmosphere that led me to assume this. It wasn't *true* Hell though.

It was a Shakespeare theatre festival. ...I just went to one a couple of weeks ago and wrote an essay about Macbeth, aaaaand now I'm dreaming about it. But this theatre was very different -- it was built like a hockey rink. The stage was perfectly square and sunken into the ground, and it was walled in by glass. The floor of the stage was really dirty concrete. The seats surrounding the stage were raised harshly like bleachers (not gently sloping up like a theater...).

Okay, and as for set-up, there were two main troupes competing, but it was open to all those wishing to perform. The main emphasis was on the troupes, though. They were like opposites of each other -- one side was "good", and the other was "bad"... and they each had representatives that sat on either side of the King, who was the superior judge in the panel of judges. I was the representative for the good side, so I sat on the King's left, though sometimes my POV jumped around between the members of the audience/the Invisible Gravity-Defying Movie Camera^TM. I was dressed in a white sparkly dress and wore some kind of white hairband. I felt like a princess or an angel. I think I was a princess lol. Never got to see the other representative.

There were a couple of specific performances I remember from the first half. The first was a duet from the devils' side. There was a large man and a teen performing, and they were acting out a fight scene. It was really brutal, almost like watching a wrestling match, because the larger man had picked up the kid by his legs and spun him around before sending him flying and crashing into the ground. When he picked himself up, he was knocked down again when the large man threw a huge chunk of meat at him, which hit him in the stomach. The scene soon ended, and the crowd went crazy. The meat was dragged across the floor and it left a thick red streak on it. I don't know why the meat was there, but there was a larger piece on the sidelines, and one of the judges told the large man not to touch that one, because it was reserved for the winner of whatever.

My POV did the movie-camera thing again and switched to the duet who was supposed to go next. Apparently they were from the angelic side (my side), and they were going to perform that very same scene that the devils had done... The devils had, in fact, performed it exactly the way the angels were going to do it -- right down to the fight choreography and pauses between lines and everything. Serious drama ensued among the entire acting troupe, and somehow news of that got out, and there was a huge uproar among the judges, the audience, and all of the actors.

The stage was still open, of course. An old man walked in, dragging a podium and a HUGE book behind him. He set up the podium, the book on top of that, and obtained a very thin and tall stool to sit upon. He was such a character -- his nose was big, his head was big, but his body and hands were very small and bony. "Are you arguing about mirroring?" he asked everyone, and some of the actors snapped back irritably at him -- "Yeah, mirroring, copy-catting, stealing!"

"Mirroring, mirroring," he muttered as he flipped through the pages of the very thick, old, ratty-looking book that had like a gazillion tabs and bookmarks sticking out of it, and the theatre started getting quieter. He suddenly recited a poem or something that had to do with mirroring, like examining what it was, and without missing a beat, he turned a bunch of pages and read another passage from something completely different, but it still WORKED. And as soon as he finished a few lines from that, he pulled a huge chunk of pages back over and read a little bit more from another part, and so on, until we realized that he must've memorized the entire book and knew it like the back of his hand. He was flipping pages so quickly, but his words flowed smoothly, never halting or pausing, except for breath. Basically, he was grabbing bits and pieces of lines from sonnets and plays and weaving them all together into a speech of some kind.

My POV switched to a dramatic movie-camera angle as we kept watching the guy, and as his speech started reaching its climax, everybody rose to their feet and applauded and cheered really loud, and I was so close to tears, you wouldn't believe it! The old man was amazing! He soon finished, and the roof was probably going to cave in if it got any louder in there, and my eyesight was blurring. I think this was one of the first times in recent memory that I cried in a dream.

The king rose and held up the thick book that the man had been holding, and suddenly, I was holding a copy too, albeit smaller -- maybe it was a standard textbook that everybody there owned? -- and made his own little speech, but it was a regular speech, not the long thing that the old man had pieced together. But from the king's words and my own understanding, I (and everybody else) were reminded that the most important thing about performing Shakespeare was the play itself, and how beautiful the language was, and how meaningful the words and underlying messages could be. I started crying again, and tried to hold back the tears. Then the king said, "If I were to burn every book in the kingdom, I would spare this one!" and the crowd broke into cheers and applause again.

The first half ended, and I moved back to my original seat (because somehow I had teleported to the king's other side lol). In my seat, there was a strange assortament of balls... like, rubber balls and sparkly bouncy balls and stuff, all small and able to fit in the palm of my hand. There was one that was shaking and kept changing color and design, and when I looked at it closer, it had two little dots for eyes and a line that made it look like it was frowning. It changed its appearance to look like a Voltorb from Pokemon, and I laughed. That was the last time I could see things from the POV of my own body.

Time skipped a little -- it was now intermission, and the bleachers looked emptier, but there were still people there. I could see from the doorways that there were escalators that lead to this theater, which I felt was interesting enough to mention here, haha -- it meant that we were underground.

Back to the bleachers... There were two university students sitting next to each other. One had a blue shirt and looked laid back, yet friendly and motivated, and the other one had black hair and glasses and seemed like the music-geek type. They were discussing requirements on how to get in to this part of the festival. Apparently if you didn't buy an all-day ticket, you had to buy a second-half ticket and bring a kid with you. Absurd, but apparently it was true, because there were suddenly more little kids in the bleachers than I had ever noticed before.

"The things some people will do to get in," the guy in the blue t-shirt scoffed. "You know that little kid behind us? I bet his 'Dad' just grabbed the lad's spirit from the surface world and pulled it down here just so that he could attend." I looked up at the kid's dad, and he had a really angry scowl on his face LOL.

Then I woke up. :(

jan 13 night

Thu, 15 Jan 2009 03:07:01 GMT

Well, I was at school again... actually, quite a lot of my dreams have been taking place at school lately, but none of them stood out as much as this one.

Basically, it was snowing. I, along with everyone else, was ecstatic. We were outside, and the snow was actually piling up on the ground, and it was falling in these huge flakes and we could dance around in it. But as I was walking around, I noticed that my feet were going through the piles of snow, and there was vitually no resistance when they were. I reached up and caught one of the falling bits of snow, and rubbed it between my gloved fingers; 'lo and behold, it was actually SOAP.

I felt an incredible sense of disappointment, and kicked at the soap suds on the ground while people continued to jump around in it and scream and shout.

The general atmosphere was like... white and gray? And even though I was wearing some pretty warm-feeling clothes, gloves, and boots, I couldn't feel the temperature. I didn't see anybody else's faces -- if I did, they were blurred out. My eyes were kept below the horizon line for most of the dream, so I saw a lot of legs and shoes.

dec 19 night

Sat, 20 Dec 2008 20:02:22 GMT

Once again, a really long dream that I can only remember in snippets.

The beginning was most definitely taking place in the "real" world, though. It was a dark room with a huge projector screen, and we were watching something on it. There wasn't much space, and it felt narrow, with the screen taking up the entire wall; it reminded me of a showing room at Anime LA. I did get up out of my seat to briefly check the time -- there was a lighter room off to the side, which was like a kitchen I guess, and my watch said 12:40 and I thought, "Oh, we've got plenty of time!" Cue sudden realization that this was Anime Club xD, so I walked back into the room and sat down again. Oh, I sat on top of someone this time, though. I think it was either Fang or Jenny.

My dream shifted to show only what we were watching, with myself inside of it. There were quite a few scenes between this point and what I'm about to describe right now, but I think the general feeling was that -- there were a lot of people in it, mostly extremely-mature-yet-younger kids, and it had a weird Ghost in the Shell atmosphere all over it...

Anyway, there was a main character, and apparently I was the main character too -- even though I was running right behind him. The manifestation of my body in the dream was that of a young child, but I was still the main character (who was also a young child), even though he was RIGHT THERE and I still had the ability to move my hands when he wasn't, etc. I guess I was like a split-off piece of him? We were the same person, but moving independently of each other. ANYWAYS.

We were running in a neighborhood similar to South Pasedena or Glendale. Where people cut the soft green grass themselves, where the yards are encircled in chain-link fences, etc. and it was very, very SUNNY. The colors of the grass were extremely saturated and bright, nearly blinding. Skip some frenzied running around outside, since apparently we were being chased by something, but I wasn't exactly sure what. The main character leapt over a fence or two. After a bit, we ran on a short, stone path (similar to the one from my execution dream) and underneath a big, wooden, shady structure... the name escapes me at the moment, but we've got one over our patio, and it (as well as the one in this dream) had wisteria growing on it. Despite the shade it provided, there were still some big patches of blinding light that the wisteria couldn't block out. Anyway, we ran underneath it, spun around, and looked out. Two pterodactyls were flying around out there, but the size of their bodies was weird; if they had really been flying around us at that distance, they should've been as large as some large bird-of-prey or something. But I know they should've been much larger than that, at least.

The main character starting "firing" at them immediately, and so I did too, extending three fingers to make a gun with my hand and pointing them at the gliding pterodactyls, who were gliding only around 10 feet off the ground or so... When I pulled my hand back and my arm jerked from recoil, a little beam of opaque blue something (light?) would shoot out toward wherever I aimed. I fired my "gun" a couple of times, but I don't think I hit anything.

There may have been a third person involved in this scene, but they didn't say anything. I think they might've been knocked out and were being taken care of by the main character, but how they got there in the first place was a mystery -- regardless, they were the reason why we were trying to shoot pterosaurs in the first place.

It was around this point that I started thinking my dream was getting slightly boring, so I woke up.

Also, about the mention of Serial Experiments Lain; I think the show we were watching in the dark room was SEL. But it really wasn't, seriously, because I've seen it before and that most certainly wasn't it... so I dunno :|

Is there such thing as a tiring dream? For some reason, I feel exhausted after this one. "OTL

sometime in 2007-2008

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 01:14:12 GMT

Why such a huge time frame? ... I never wrote down a date on the page I jotted these down on.
Now, I remember writing these down on paper during class, but I can't remember if I ever put these on here. So I'll type up exactly what I wrote here, just in case.

Hand... some kind of dark object went through my hand. Large, size of glue gun. when I pulled it out I saw all of the muscle + bones. There was also a fountain of blood that spurt out all at once like out of a hose, and after that (as well as before), I didn't bleed.

Someone was talking about cloudwalking... The place where they were going had lots of clouds to walk on/through, so they needed some cloud-walking gear. Had mental image of a cloud sitting in the middle of my street, appeared dense/solid because I couldn't see through it.

oct 17 night

Tue, 21 Oct 2008 05:46:37 GMT

One of the first times in recent memory that I had an overcrowded dream. That is, so much happened and there was so many people in it, in just that ONE DREAM, that it'd be impossible to write it all down in detail. I forgot most of it anyway and can only remember what happened during the last few minutes I was sleeping, so yeah, here we go.

This first part was a flashback explaining how I met all the people in my dream. I found myself in a medium-sized grassy park, which had a fountain off to the front/side. There was a woman standing fairly close to me, not too far away. Something about airplanes was fresh in my mind; I guess we were close to an airport or something. We trudged through the grass until I saw a young Hispanic woman, who was standing with a bright red shopping cart (???). She was blabbering about something, until she turned around and saw like, two copies of herself and she screamed and ran toward us, the copies following her.

My dream suddenly jumped to myself and the two ladies and about a dozen other people all dancing in the grass. It was like something straight out of High School Musical lol. I noticed that I was dancing out of sync with everyone else.

Cut to a different location for the final part, I think we were at a theme park or something. We were inside of a large, dark room -- you know the tunnels/rooms that the Nightmare Before Christmas ride goes through? It really felt like that. A lot of the colors here were purple and blue, with the occasional random soft neon glow or something.

And then I went on a ride that is nearly impossible to describe in words. Something implied that it was related to park employees, and I did actually see the parts of the indoor ride that is normally supposed to be reserved for staff only... The carpet was deep blue, and seemed even darker in the low light. Anyway, I seemed to be seated on a plain, black, metal bench, as plain as a plank of wood, and there was a metal rod directly above me that I was only able to hang on to if my arms were completely outstretched above my head. The rod extended from either side of the bench to the handle above me; that's how the entire "seat" was one piece. I don't know how it was suspended in mid-air, but when I was on it, it was tilted a full 90° forward so that I was facing the floor from about 10 feet up. I assume the track was above me, and I could observe the real ride and decor below. I think I grabbed the upper bar with both hands, but there was one point when I grasped the side bar with one hand and supporting myself with ym forearm/elbow, and the upper bar with the other hand, arm outstretched.

So it rode at a moderately fast speed. A bit faster than expected, but not slow. Rode through some... "maintenance tunnels" or something, saw the tracks of the other ride below me sometimes. The entire time, this song was playing, and the ride seemed to almost dip and rise with the music. As time stretched on, I realized my arms were getting tired and I couldn't hold myself on the seat for much longer. At the very climax of it before the piano solo, where there's just silence for a second, the ride reached the center of the room and I had to let go. I briefly saw myself hanging from the bar with one hand, my feet dangling above the floor, and then I dropped to the carpet and landed softly, Spiderman-style, and my POV switched back to my own eyes.

I hastily straightened up and quickly looked over my shoulder behind me, and I saw 2-3 guys running toward me as if they had just done something naughty (but not too bad) and they were running so as to not get caught. They were dressed in typical guy clothes, and I think one guy was wearing a black baseball hat. Somehow I was in the joke with them, though I had no idea what was going on (both in the dream and my real self), but I think it was implied that we weren't supposed to be there in the first place, or maybe the rest of our dancing group had moved on and we were left behind. Nonetheless, I broke into a run too, and I clearly remember the feel of my sneakers against the carpeted floor... It wasn't a soft house-carpet, but it wasn't hard school-carpet either.

The walls were dark blue like the floor. We reached the corner of the building, and there was an inset or a depressed outline of a door or something, just some kind of depression in the wall that was like a door. There was light from the outside kinda glowing around the edges. I don't remember opening the door, but suddenly it was open, and we dashed out... well, not exactly out, but as soon as that door was open, my consciousness ran through it and into the real world somehow. Yeah, that's the only way I can explain it. As soon as I ran through, my mind was awake, and I was totally self-aware. I kept dreaming a bit, but I don't remember anything else.

oct something

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 04:47:44 GMT

a couple of nights ago
This one was interrupted >__>;; So I've forgotten a ton of details.

Apparently I was to be executed or something. There was a definite feeling of dread along the edges of my dream, but I was also slightly aware that it was a dream and nothing bad was going to happen, so I took the entire thing a bit casually. I wasn't tied or handcuffed or anything, but the only movements I made involved walking. I couldn't turn my head or anything.

The path I was walking on was very narrow, because it was made of thick, square stepping stones that were laid extremely close to each other. They were old -- not cracking, but they had moss growing on the edges/corners. Off the path was some gravel and dirt and grass and green stuff here and there. Up ahead and far to the left, I could see a large wooden structure. All I know about it was that it was wood -- it seemed to hold no real shape in my dream. There was a stone wall built around the perimeter of the area, and I thought nothing of what was physically beyond it.

There was a uniformed man (probably in his 20's/30's) walking next to me. Not on the path, but on the gravel/moss, and he had his sword out; the tip of it was held firmly underneath my chin, with the reasoning that if I tried to break away or attack him, he would jam it through the flesh. Despite this, I was still walking in a casual manner (though a bit stiffly too, of course).

After we turned a 90-degree left turn on the very narrow path, I made a joke about making a run for it and how he would definitely keep me from running. It was slightly rude/could've touched a nerve, and I apologized immediately, but the man replied "Oh, it's no problem," or something along the lines of brushing off my comment with kind words. Suddenly it occured to me that we could probably run away together and not have to worry about my being executed. I have a feeling that the dream was building up to this point, but then I woke up.

earlier today
Honestly, I can't remember when I dreamt this one, but I know it was extremely recent. Might've been while I was taking a nap, but I don't remember dreaming anything during it, so I have no idea where this came from. Maybe last night's dream.

We were in a bus. It wasn't moving yet, and it wasn't a schoolbus or part of city transit, so I guess it was a Greyhound or something. There were a few people around, people my age, but I didn't know them. It was implied that we were probably classmates, though. There couldn't have been more than 4 or 5 people on the bus at that moment. Nobody was sitting down, and the aisle down the middle seemed wider than normal; everything seemed a little more open, and I don't remember seeing the seats so well, but there were tables. Actually, it felt more like a train. But it was a bus for sure.

The trip we were taking was an overnight trip, and it also seemed like the kind of trip (or the kind of people) who would try to smuggle booze and cigarettes in their luggage. One of the students' "Mom" (who was so young =/) was trying to crack down on the people who were bringing cigarettes onboard. I saw her from behind at first, but when she turned around, she looked an awful lot like Angela Kinsey, but her hair was more yellow. I even remember thinking in my dream, "Oh my goodness, she looks like Angela!" and there was a moment of brief happiness.

She explained to us that she was looking for packages of cigarettes that people may have taken onboard with them, and it was somewhat implied that everybody did (lol). She was already holding a couple of packs in her hands; I guess she had been searching the seats. I looked down at my own hands and first saw that I was holding a pamphlet; then realised that there was something underneath it, and I shifted the papers in my hands to see that I was holding a pack of cigarettes too. It seemed a little larger than normal, and the white box felt soft and crushable in my hands. I handed it over to her with a word about how I had found it somewhere, and she happily accepted it.

And I do remember that we were outside at some point, but I can't remember what happened then.

sept 14th?

Mon, 15 Sep 2008 23:11:35 GMT

I'm not sure if my dream detailed how I got the bullet in me or not, but the earliest part I remember is looking down at my abdomen near my belly button, and there was a vrey large, half-dollar-sized wound there. It wasn't bleeding and had a scab over it, but it hurt a lot; I felt something like a rock was sitting inside me.

There were two other people in my dream, and maybe a third, but they weren't involved with the other two people. They were helping me, though I wasn't in a hospital or any kind of extremely sterile environment. I'm tempted to say "my house", but it wasn't my house. They laid me down on a table, and it was at this point when I realized for the first time that I was wearing a shirt >__>;; So I pulled it down over the wound and noticed that there was a splotch of blood on it, but no hole.

They held me down as they injected some numbing stuff into my thighs with a syringe, and I remember I was struggling and twisting very hard to get away, but at the same time I knew I had to pull through it. When I finally relaxed and laid down, the man cut the scab off with a scapel and I quickly brought my hands up around the open wound just in time to feel the blood flow out moderately fast, and it pooled between my hands until I somehow "put it back in". I couldn't feel the temperature of it.

Later on in the dream, I assume the bullet was removed because I was walking around and stuff. In the back of my mind I think I knew I wasn't supposed to be walking or moving yet, but I was anyway. >> No bandages or anything came afterward, but in the dream, it all made logical sense that I didn't need any.

sept 05 night

Sun, 07 Sep 2008 07:26:54 GMT

Huuuuuge building. Really, really big building. If you were to stand in the middle and look up to see the ceiling, you'd have to practically bend backwards into an uncomfortable position. It looked like some strange cross between a parking garage or warehouse (for its industrial-ness) with 10% of the classy-ness of that rich mall I always dream about, and maybe a museum because there were so many windows. Sometimes the floors were tile, and sometimes they were concrete. Other times the walls were painted white, but they were mostly concrete... too. It changed often, but the major change occured about 70% through the dream, as I was moving through the building a lot and didn't walk in circles much.

It was very open. In fact, I'd say it had been gutted out and the entire "central column" had been removed (though no such thing exists, I think). I don't know how it was able to support itself, but it was like a huge, empty box standing upright. It had some hallways/platforms/balconies lining the inside walls as if the building was an inverted screw, with the hallways spiraling up to the roof. All inside, of course.

About the windows; there were a LOT of windows. It was also daytime, so there was no artificial light whatsoever. They were extremely tall and I think the entire roof was one of those fancy skywindow things. Entire sections of the walls were windows with no break between them and the ceiling/floor. But they also seemed very closed-in, and sometimes the number of windows changed. Sometimes I couldn't see any windows in my vision, but the building was still very well-lit.

Anyway, on to what was going on. There seemed to be some sort of convention, or very large gathering at this building. Most people were normal, but I somehow got the feeling that they were the computer-nerd sorts. Very hard to explain, but they felt like "my" kind of people, or at least were relatives of them. I also saw people in animal costumes. Furries, I guess you could say? But their number was small compared to the "normal" people. It wasn't really noisy, either; there was some crowd-noise, but I didn't pay attention to it, so it was like my brain was filtering it out and I just didn't hear it much.

I was looking for someone. Two people, actually: K.J. and Fang. Their presence renders my dream unreadable but also made it more entertaining |D So I was walking all over the building, calling their names. I was yelling very loudly, but my voice didn't sound like it was echoing, despite the enormous height of the building. I did not go on any floors; stayed on the bottom level the whole time. The majority of the people were on the balconies/hallways, leaning against the railings and watching me. The people who were on the ground floor always stayed at least 20-50 ft. away from me. It really felt bigger than it really was.

At one point I DID go into a real parking garage, but there were no cars in it. Kinda reminded me of that dream where I was being chased by businessmen (did I post that dream here?). My memory of this is really vague, though. There WAS a dark room/area in my dream, that's for sure.

And when I got out of that dark area, I found myself on a veeerrryy tiny ledge, where K.J. was standing, and there was a ladder going down from the ledge that Fang was supposedly hanging on to (but I didn't see her). There was no railing on this ledge, and it was literally only about 2 feet across and 3 feet deep in the wall. Very small.

Interaction with other people in dreams is pretty normal, and when they're friends, our interactions are pretty much the same as they are in real life. But this time, when I saw my friends, it felt like there was an exchange of... acknowledgement... that we were looking at each other. Like a sort of "yes, you are you, and I am me!" sort of thing. We didn't speak, but we looked at each other and it was like we knew we were people, or like our spirits had bumped into each other in a different realm. It was like a dose of reality in this dreamworld. Very strange.

Anyway, there had been a sense that lots of people were watching me, and when I emerged from the dark place and onto the little crowded ledge with the ladder, there was a lot of noise. If there was any clapping or cheering, I didn't make any sense of it. All I knew was that there was suddenly a lot of noise, and I was aware of the noise, but I just didn't hear it. The dream was very quiet, but kind of noisy in a way.

I experienced awareness on totally different levels in this dream. |D

june 04 and 16 nights

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 18:18:06 GMT

june 04 night
Crazy-arse dream involving some futuristic spaceships that seemed heavily influenced by those in Glass Fleet. In fact, I think this very well might have been entirely based on GF. I mean, there was a guy who looked EXACTLY like Cleo in it (who is the character in the middle in that picture). Some pirates were infiltrating our ship or something, not exactly sure what was going on, but they were combing the ship down to take hostages and stuff. There were sirens, fires, etc. and generally just a lot of confusion and paranoia and stuff. Half of our group decided to barricade themselves in a room, arming themselves with guns and blocking the door with tables and the like, while Cleo and everybody else decided to play an "elaborate game of hide and seek", where we would basically just keep moving all over the ship, with the aim of staying as far away from the pirates as possible.

It suddenly shifted into this whole dramatic thing where, as we were running down the hallway, a flashback appeared with MY voice as a voiceover, saying "And those people didn't know the mistake they had made... Don't they know that staying put is the worst strategic decision?" or something like that, as I "saw" pirates breaking the door down in SLOW-MOTION and everybody was fighting in SLOW-MOTION!!! and lol it was so hilarious.

june 16 night I wrote this differently 'cause this was to be posted somewhere else, but now I'm too lazy to rewrite it so. D:
This one is a little strange, a lot different from the ones I usually have. I'm at school, on that little piece of campus between the baseball fields, little bleachers, and the gate for the stadium. It's early in the morning or something, I think we might've been in the shade of something though. Definitely felt a little enclosed. Maybe it isn't even Valencia High.

There are lots of students around, around 40 or so in that one group, but I have the feeling it isn't a normal school day. Some of the faces looked familiar, but they were still different. Not sure what we are all there for, but something started up and a guy that looks a little like... Daniel, I think his name was? he was in my 4th period class -- he starts yelling at a girl or something, and she was crying. I'm standing right next to him and I think I say something to the effect of "Shut up!" or "Leave her alone!"

There's a small time skip here, and people cleared a little ways away from us, but they're still really close, and my friend's right behind me, close enough so I can feel her touching my back or something. The guy's really mad and glares me down, as if he's challenging me, and then he suddenly spins around and grabs the other girl's hair, and she protests and yells, but nobody's doing anything about it. When he turns back, he's actually holding a few strands between his fingers, and I (not my dream self, but me) just felt so MAD, oh geez. Another time skip, and as he turns away slightly, I walk over and whap him over the head with the meteorology textbook I'm carrying.

I hit him pretty hard.

We start yelling at each other and the other students are most definitely watching us now, and we've both got people holding us back from ripping each others' insides out, and suddenly he says something really offensive and makes a grab for me... I managed to reach over and hit him with the book again, this time whacking his face and leaving a scrape from the corner or something, I dunno~! Everybody else suddenly rushes in and seperates us so we can't get to each other. Two important-looking people (teachers?) came in and broke the chaos up, and made everybody go onto the bleachers for a talk or something. Everybody actually seemed really happy that I got the last hit on that guy, it was amusing.

Then the teachers/school officials/whatever people start talking about love and keeping peace, and about what that guy was doing was all wrong, while I was just sitting there on the metal bench, letting my victory soak in~

may 22 night

Sat, 24 May 2008 07:01:35 GMT

A spirit got locked in our garage and was bothering us. It was either a bird spirit, or I likened it to a bird. Had a barely visible form... though it felt like I still couldn't really see it. Sometimes it was really bright, sometimes it was gone. I think I could only "see" it with my mind's eye because I was sensitive.

I think it was the cause of the chaos when we saw the heaviest rain on Earth... and it was strange. There was a side door in our garage, and looking out this door from inside, it was normal outside.

Standing directly behind the doorframe and looking up an out, you could see a very deep blue sky with clouds that looked like smooth, pure, white clumps of clay. Kind of like that soft Crayola rubber clay stuff. But if you looked down at the ground from up there, it all looked normal. ...But, again, if you got on your hands and knees and looked up from the FLOOR, there was an incredibly thick torrent of deep gray rain. I tried to put my hand into this rain twice... The first time, there was an alarmingly loud bang, and I felt like my hand was shocked or slapped (but it didn't hurt) and I immediately withdrew. The second time, the rain had already stopped.

And, like with the spirit, I could kind of "see" the dividing line between the two different dimensions. The rainy one was only around a foot and a quarter high... I really had to get down low to look through it. And everything felt very 3-D in this dream, too. I saw the dividing plane from all different angles.

I can't remember how we got the spirit out... it couldn't have been just as simple as opening the door and letting it fly out, but I think that's how it got in (but through the house, not from outside). Other people were there, like our neighbors (but I made up their appearance in my dream). They were moving some boxes on our driveway. Also, I found a purple-covered book and sonsulted it, but I can't remember what I looked up... (probably -- the effects of wandering spirits?)

And there was a girl with me, but I don't know who she was. She was slightly taller and had dark hair, though.

I have a feeling there was another spirit, but it was in the house... maybe?

I wasn't really scared, but it was more like -- we should be careful and very respectful of it... as we edged along the garage with our backs pressed up against the wall. It was like wandering through a flowerbed that had a ton of bees in it; one wrong move, and you'll get injured, but if you do everything right, you'll be fine. I was afraid, of course, but was also equally afraid of leaving it alone, as if it were a time bomb of sorts.

aug 9th night

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 04:55:05 GMT

One of those story-in-a-dream-type of dreams. A friend and I were looking through my 5-subject notebook, seeing all of these old drawings and notes, and I "remembered" the story that I was trying to develop with that notebook.

Something about thievery. There were sketches of big, black dogs on the paper, and I started seeing the "story" in my mind. Involved was a small room and a wood table that my family used to use long ago, a cheap one shaped like a straightened oval (like an outdoor high school track). A black cellphone with ten numbers listed in the contacts was also there. The person in possession of the phone was attempting to wire some money across the country, but there were some people in the room with him. Someone grabbed him around the waist and he fell on the floor, but he was still struggling to press a button on his phone for something.

There was a second story in the notebook, but I can't remember what it was.

earlier august

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 04:21:06 GMT

My dreams have been getting really creepy/scary/disturbing/personally affecting me lately. D:

It started with Ian, Mom, and I all on the sidewalk of a cul-de-sac. It looked like my friend Malinda's street, except slightly different. Seemed more open somehow, like wider at the straightest part. We were just warning Ian to not play in the street when a large, black truck with medium-sized wheels (if regular car wheels were small) came tearing down the cul-de-sac, and ran over/hit my brother. At this point, all noise in my dream became muted, as if someone had turned the volume down. The truck stopped when he fell/was flung violently on the pavement underneath the truck like a doll, unconscious.

Immediately, Mom screamed and ran for Ian, running from my left to the right. I ran toward the front of the truck, from the right to the left, so I was crossing behind Mom's path. My dream "skipped" and I had climbed onto the front bumper of the truck, hanging onto the space between the dashboard and the hood (the truck, apparently, had no windshield) and stared into the face of the driver, some older man who looked rather mean, the type who causes trouble intentionally but isn't a gangster or anything. There was a passenger in the seat next to him, but I didn't get a good look at him. The sound returned and I screamed, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING, YOU BASTARD?!" He might've said something back - I have a feeling it was a remark as insulting as mine - but whatever he did, he did it with the meanest, most murderous smile I'd ever seen.

At this point, I had the feeling that Mom and Ian were somewhere else now, probably in the huge two-story house off to my right (which we had been standing in front of earlier). I moved to get off the hood, but the man revved the engine threateningly, as if he was going to run me over after I hopped off. I shouted something else at him again, but he didn't react. When I hopped off and went back to the sidewalk, he steered the truck toward me and slowly drove toward me, but then backed off, and backed out of the cul-de-sac backwards.

The dream skipped to some sort of hotel. The atmosphere had an official gathering feeling, not like a convention's, though. There were two doors open, leading to a sort of auditorium, and there was a display stand (those things that look like artist easels) outside of it, displaying a board with some words I didn't bother looking at. I was with my mom, and we were looking for something, I think. I told her I would be right back, and walked over to a door, opened it, and went inside.

I think it was supposed to be a bathroom, but it obviously wasn't. The room was very long and narrow, and had a lower ceiling, like the ceiling at the hospital. The far wall and the wall to my right were made of slightly tinted glass - not windows, but one entire sheet, uninterrupted with lines or anything of the sort. The glass wasn't exactly tinted, actually; it was perfectly clear, but there was something about it that made it impossible for me to mistake it not being there... It was not that usual "feeling that it's there"; it was as if I could SEE it, with my eyes and being fully aware of it, but it was still transparent at the same time. Anyway, the room looked almost as it were jutting out from the side of the building, because there might've been glass on the floor too, because somehow I could see more than just the city on the horizon; I could see the street immediately below us as well. I'm not afraid of heights, but the bad feeling I was having about it was very prominent.

There was some kind of bed or sofa, something big and soft, at the very far end of the room. It showed how narrow the room was; there was barely any room between the sides of it and the walls/window. There were also some potted big-leafy-ed plants in the other corners, except for the close-right corner, where there was a small chair. I sat in the chair facing the wall, and the woman started casually chatting to me about something, and I was feeling very uncomfortable, as if she shouldn't be bothering me. But some time passed and I felt better, switching the chair around so that I could face her, and we talked some more. I forget what we talked about... but it didn't take any effort to stop the conversation and tell her I had to leave. When I opened the door and walked back into the hallway, the dream ended.

august 02 night

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 23:39:37 GMT

Just bits and pieces. I had the thought of writing it down, but I never did.

Most of it took place at night. I think someone or some people were trying to "get" me. I have a clear memory of looking out the window in the front room, and seeing a white van parked farther up the street, and a couple of people were outside of it. There was a paper-thin wall floating in front of them, behind the van, and the black squares that made it up looked like they were multiplying and spreading in the air, making the wall bigger. It was a very disturbing view.

Later in the dream, it was still night. I was in the front seat of a truck, and a large woman was driving it. She was telling me to put on a blue wig so that they wouldn't recognize me.

And again, later in the dream but now during the day, my dad and I were in some kind of hot air balloon. I don't remember actually being in the basket, but I do remember the feeling of being up in the air, and seeing another hot air balloon off in the distance. There were some regular helium balloons on ribbons floating around us, and I reached out and caught a bright red one, but let it go. We landed on a hill, and the hot air vanished from my dream visually, but I still remember it being there. The hill was rocky but grassy; I think we were in the mountains. There was some people with us and we were climbing up the hill (again?) and we saw some ruins off in the distance, down below. It was a large grassy plain with lots of rocks, very green, but no trees... somewhere in Europe, I think. I pointed at the ruins and was thinking about how we should "glide" down there.

jul 13

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 17:21:04 GMT

Anime Expo 2008.
Just the main points I remember...

They closed the dealer's hall to work on it or something. People started dressing like the staff and sneaking in. Hundreds of people, actually. Pretty much anything that looked like the Team Magma uniform or a brown, flimsy but soft vest (like some cloth napkins we have...) was acceptable as a mock staff uniform.

I remember holding my vest while it was still in its plastic packaging, but I don't remember actually wearing it. I think I attached it to my backpack somehow. I might've wore a red vest instead.

When I went inside, the interior was like the mall I always see - except longer, narrow, crowded, and more warehouse-like. Only one floor, no glass or gold or even shops - just walls, but they were painted. The same low ceiling over the food vendors, and walls that met at diagonal angles that the booths were set up by. I was scared to buy stuff because I was afraid that somebody might find out how I got in.

I saw a gold Prince (Katamari Damacy) cosplayer. He posed on a stand with three other statues - a white marble or gold King, and a silver Queen and King. It was rather high up. After an old woman took his picture, he was suddenly in a box and fell off the stand, onto the floor. The box was turned over - it was like the boxes those KHII figures come in except w/o... something was missing. He was knocked out so Granny pushed a tiny chocolate piece or Tic-Tac or something through the plastic. He smiled when it was in his mouth and ate it, and woke up. I had wanted to take his picture before he fell off, and I was getting my camera out, but I was too slow.

I tried walking around w/ a squared chin and straight back to make myself look older. I didn't buy anything, tried to find exit while looking like I was busy/a professional scouting the area/on the job. I finally found it, and walked out to a grassy lawn.

Julie hugged me from behind, asked me to read the message she wrote on a blue towel in water that was about me. Ate lunch (sandwich) w/ Julie, Kelsey, Gail, etc... As well as Kim, Tamad, Matt, James, Ben, lots of people I knew... but not too many. Tamad teased me about my eating habits. We sat there, watching people dressed in Team Magma uniforms try to climb on top of the convention center like ninjas, climbing the banners hanging from the front like the flags at Hogwarts Castle. There was suddenly a large cheer as the center was finally reopened by the real staff, and they started flocking in.

Also involved in the dream was playing in a land-reservation-like area with huge cliffs and cracks in the ground. My brother and I were jumping over them and running around and stuff. I have a feeling that a snake and mongoose were involved, and so was a car, but I can't remember exactly what happened.

jun 02 afternoon

Sun, 03 Jun 2007 03:59:42 GMT

Daniel turned into a rat, but still had his face. I seemed completely oblivious to this fact, and was overjoyed when I learned he was back. I was even happy enough to cry when I learned he was "here to stay".

He stayed in a bird cage that hung from the roof of a very "short" house. The house felt small, cramped, and restricting. I don't remember much else from that.

I also vaguely remember something about it raining, and a very long driveway. I was walking in the rain that was heavily pouring down, but I only got moderately wet.

notice //

Sat, 19 May 2007 07:54:41 GMT

I'm locking all of the entries in this journal to Private in two days.

Please remove me from your f-list.

Thanks. ♥

.edit may.28.07//

Okay, screw that. I'm just not going to update as often as I used to. This is on semi-hiatus now. YAR

mar 21+ 28

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 04:55:22 GMT

mar 21
I was at a convention, in a small dark dealer's room. I huge amound of KH merchendise was on display for sale, completely covering one wall. I walked over to it and saw something I wanted, but didn't exist outside of dreamworld - a set of small figurines of Axel and Roxas, in their black clothes, posed to be sitting down. Roxas looked sad/sympathetic, while Axel looked really depressed, looking down at his hands or something. The backdrop was missing (I think it was supposed to be the train station's clock tower), so if I bought them, I'd have to sit them on the edge of a shelf.

Anyway, I walked up to it and put my hand on it because I knew that someone would buy it soon, but at the same time, a boy with short blackish hair did too. I looked at him for a second, and withdrew quickly, patting him on the back/head with no real regret for losing it. I walked away, but he got up and followed me.

He went over to a counter in the center of the room, ripped open the packaging, and offered to give me Roxas or Axel - which ever one I wanted. That made me happy, but I said "no thank you". He said "okay..."

Later, I saw him with some other people (though I couldn't see their faces) and I suddenly thought, "THAT WAS JASE!!!" [Even though he doesn't look like that.] And then I randomly remembered some words from an LJ entry that he had written in the dream's yesterday event: "Last night I met this girl..."

dream switch -
I want to school. It was very dark and cloudy outside. I went to the locker room when it was empty (except for another girl, whom I don't remember talking to) and my locker was hanging open, all of the contents gone. I started to open all of the empty lockers, looking for my shoes and pants, for I was already wearing my P.E. shirt... I found my shoes, but I never found my pants - or the lock I put on my locker.
I was searching for them in a physically restricted manner - I couldn't let my body move farther away from the lockers than about 6" or so. So I would bend sideways looking for things, and I couldn't turn around or turn to my side.

mar 28
I had the body of a young girl. A woman was standing behind me in a bathroom, trying to make be brush my teeth. She guided my hands, showing me how to dab toothpaste onto a toothbrush. I attempted to put on some, but it wasn't enough, and she made me put on more, until the whole thing was messy. The toothpaste was a bluish-white color.

mar 14 + 17 + 19

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 19:11:37 GMT

mar. 14
My dad and I lived in a Californian mission-style house in Hawaii. A lady there had the ability to morph into animals, and she turned into a cat. She hid in a cupboard and we closed it, trapping her inside. But one of the doors was broken. I think it had a hole in it. When I tried to fix it, the door broke off all the way, and she escaped. I yelled out something really loud, and Dad told me to yell something else. I walked through the house, and it merged into an empty parking garage. I looked at the broken door I was holding in my hands, and found it had a message on it, written in marker. "I hope I could go somewhere else... someday. ~LEA" it said, one of the last sentences... As time passed, I saw more appear on the back of the door, including a piece of white gum with Jenny's name scratched into it. I thought about making a sign to find the real owner of the message, but realized it'd be futile.

The door originally had a glass panel in it. But when more suddenly showed up on the back of it, the space where the glass went was replaced with wood. At some point, the message was on the palm of my hand.

The police was looking for the lady. She was with a group of partners-in-crime, and they saw a few policement. The police warned her not to touch the white tulips that one of her partners was holding, but she grabbed them and threw them on the ground. She declared she could morph plants.

mar. 17
Father Junípero Serra died when his father pushed him into a river (in my dream). He actually wanted to die, but his multilpe attempts failed, because he wanted to make how he died something that would be notable in history books.

I was in my photo classroom after school, and saw the documentary in my mind - Father Serra getting up and saying to his father, "Would you like a drink?" His father, in black, was lying in the grass and agreed.
It was a very cheap set, with cheap actors. The sort of thing you'd see on PBS or something. The announcer-dude talked about one of Father Serra's failed attempts to commit suicide "with a bang".
At this point, I was sitting by the teacher' desk, and saw a large structure built out of magnets + metal balls in mixed colors, shaped like an upsidedown L. It was under the desk, a peach-colored cloth draped over it. Acting as if I were in the documentary, I grabbed the cloth. The structure fell over and broke in many, many pieces. I pleaded, "Please, for the love of God, please let me build it!"
Switched back to documentary mode. A boy was on his knees, holding the same cloth. Four terriers circled around him, as merry-sounding music played (much like the Eevee game in Pokemon Stadium 2). They stopped and peed on him in unison. At the same time, Father Serra jumped into the river. "Another failed attempt", the announcer said.

[Although this part took place before the documentary, it didn't actually happen until afterwards -]
Back in my photo class. I was sitting in a different seat, with different people next to me, and the lighting was different. The person teaching was someone else. The Vision program he was using was odd - it was like our computer screens, his and mine, were overlapping - or we just shared the same computer screen - and there were two cursors on the screen, and we were working on seperate files opened in Photoshop. The picture we were working on was all light tan, purple-grey, sepia, etc. and something in my mind was saying it was Inu-Yasha, even though it clearly wasn't. The image looked like one of the bottom corner & edges were torn off, and we were using the clone stamp tool to fix that. It was really easy, and I fixed it so well, I was pleased with myself.
A text box popped up, with text in it like a chat box. I thought it was a notepad file, and was about to type something in, when another user sent a message into it - "agh i banged the keys and hit the wrong button", and then messages started pouring in, in all different colors and sizes and styles, from hundreds of other people. They came in SO fast, even I couldn't get glimpses of what was happening. Eventually it slowed to a complete stop, but I didn't type anything in in fear that I'd get kicked off the computer.

I also saw a place - a store selling wigs, and I was looking at them and wanted one that was brown with highlights and red running through it, giving it a dirty blonde look somehow.

mar. 19
Huge, elaborate spiderwebs, strung between bushes and flowers around the outside of my house. I was disgusted. Wherever I walked, a couple of them would snag around my shoes, ankles, and legs. I would shake them off in disgust and go on my way. Many of the spiderwebs were in odd shapes, like triangles and trapezoids. The grass was very long, as if no one had cut it for a very long time. It was standing up like it would in a field of growing wheat. I walked through his grass and saw two spiderwebs next to each other. One of them had a geometric square pattern on it.
There were many visual details in this dream - I felt like I had hawk eyes, everything was extremely clear and bright. Although I didn't notice my surroundings much, I could see the tiniest strands in the webs. They were as elaborate as snowflakes - or maybe even more.

sometime in february // feb. 24 + 25

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 00:15:40 GMT

More catching up.

sometime in early february
In Utada Hikaru's apartment.
It was in a bad part of town.
It was big, no windows.
Hallways, looooong winding hallways like the kind you'd find leading into a photo darkroom, only a few rooms, it was like one big maze. The carpet was red like at a theater, but it was old and dirty. The walls were also painted red. There were a few people there with me, we were just tourists or something from the local anime convention somewhere.

The apartments were open because they needed new customers... Some of the doors had signs that read "piss off" because they had people in them already. One had a piece of paper with a big long murder story on it that stretched to the ground and even longer, it was so long... it listed the victims and everything... and at the end it said people couldn't come in... people had crowded around it anyway, all reading the piece of paper. I saw someone dressed up as Naruto, seeing it was the local convention and all.

I was there becayse I was looking for my own place to live. Mom and I were driving past, when I saw the place, and the chain-link fences had signs on them and I said "stop!".

Oh, and I saw one red room that had 3 mirrors. When I was in there, I danced a bit, but then there was a bright flash like someone took a picture of me. Blinded, I stumbled out of the room and caught up with the others. There was another room that I think had Pokemon on the walls or something, but... it was quite clear from that that Utada loves Pokemon. (whut?)

I was coming to the apartment from a multi-artist music show... it was outdoors, on the grass, on a makeshift stage. Trucks were everywhere. Like a huge picnic.

later in february
I was in a parking lot at school, the one on the far end of campus.
A girl grabbed me by the shoulders, pushed me up against a car, and kissed me (I think).
Weird.

feb. 24 + 25
First dream: Large, deserted lot with dirt and green-yellow grass. Irregularly-shaped parts of the lot were sectioned off by chain-link fences. There was construction, but all of the workers and trucks weren't there, but there were a few students walking around. We were building these small cabins, probably too small to live in for a long time, but in my mind, they were dorm rooms or something.

Second dream; the building had finished being built. It was still a plain, dead-looking lot. Only a few people were outside. At the same time, it had become some sort of kingdom. There was a large castle very far off in the distance, that looked like something from Cinderella, and it was connected to this village by a huge, long, white bridge, gently curving up and then down in an unrealistic way. In fact, the castle was a lot smaller than it appeared to be; it looked like it was far off in the distance, but it was just really tiny, like a small model or monument or something.
There was something going on at this palace. Someone in the court was trying to take over the village, and at some point, another person and I realized that the person trying to do this did not originally come in as royal blood. My dream skipped ahead and we were suddenly in a very dark room, underground. There was a large TV/projector thing on the wall, and it was showing the faces and names of all the people in the royal court, Death Note-style. The person with me noticed one picture was out of place, and enlarged it the picture and name of the traitor. "That's the woman that..." ...The screen was blue and cast blue on whatever was not in black, dramatic shadows.
I think we went to the lots, then maybe to the castle. Maybe there was a fight. I remember "She will stab herself several times in the right arm." I saw myself pretending to stab myself with an imaginary knife, and all of a sudden, I was lying in a hospital bed. Then we were back at the castle, the woman who was causing all of those problems was dead, and that was it.

I "woke up" from my dream into another one. I was in a car with Julie, probably on the way to AX07. I described to her my dream, saying it was the best one ever, and then I asked my dad for my blue notebook, which I could clearly see in the front seat. He didn't give it to me for some reason.

sometime in january

Thu, 08 Mar 2007 05:22:22 GMT

Trying to catch up with the junk that I wrote down in my RL journal. Post #1 out of ???.

sometime in january
I worked in/lived at some kind of Japanese-style house, where there were no outside or perimeter walls, but there were inside walls, seperating the rooms, like a maze with lots of exits. Everyone who worked there (10,11 people) had some feature that set them apart from each other. Everyone was a different nationality, different ages, appearences, etc.. It was an even mix of men and women. My job in the place was a photographer. I don't remember actually taking many pictures, but I do remember the feeling that came from it. There was one moment when I was holding a digital camera (which was rather large and heavy) in my hands and pressing down on the shutter button, just holding it down, and it took a series of pictures. But when I attempted to delete one picture, it deleted the entire series.

There were three sakura trees, here and there around the house. They were in full bloom, and petals were flying everywhere like in a storm. There was a paved street in front of the house, a two-lane road that closely resembled the one in front of my school.

One day, something "wrong" happened. There was some kind of poison or evil force spreading all over the area (my mind called it the "flu") and everyone was nervous & on their toes. The place where I worked at was in a mild state of chaos and I asked the clerk, "Where is she?" She replied, "Our front in the room." By she, I meant a woman in her late 20's, black-haired and wearing a red yukata (in the spring?!). She was beautiful, but also sickly somehow - she was weak, and we all sort of treated her like she was delicate. I walked back out on the deck and saw her sitting in "the room" (which was missing two walls, for reasons mentioned above), watchingthe flurry of cherry blossoms fall. We may have spoken, but I can't remember.

Because of "the flu", the petals on the trees turned red, and the sun cast a hazy orange glow on everything. More petals were falling than ever before, and it looked like red snow. The red matched the red of the lady's yukata. Someone suggested we should take a commemorative photo of everyone, so everyone gathered on the deck, waiting. The lady didn't join them; I think she was the owner. I took my camera and ran across the street where there were no cars, and stood on the opposite sidewalk, leaning against the white fence that was there. Even though they said they were ready, there were still people walking across the lawn. The petals were falling like a storm and everything was turning red. I took the picture, but didn't really look at it afterwards to check for errors or anything, and debated over if I should take a second one or not. Something told me I shouldn't, just so that it would be the only once in existance, making it more special, so I didn't. While I was leaning against the fence, a boy with a backpack was standing next to me, like he was waiting for me to move aside so he could pass. I didn't know him. I ran back across the street to the people.

dream switch
In a dark car/SUV. There was a man in his 20's driving. I was in the back seat and there was a guy in the front passenger seat who was... interesting - he appeared very young, in his early 20's as well, but seemed to have the knowledge of a wise man. It was impossible to tell his age. He handed me some manilla folders and negative film sleeves, and I realized I was holding a black film camera in my hand, and something clicked in my mind. Apparently we were going to develop film in a blackroom. We parked in the middle of a huge deserted parking lot, and waited outside, on the blacktop. Off in the close distance, I saw a 7-11, a tiny little convienience store dwarfed by in huge black, new parking lot w/ bright white lines on it. The lights were on in the store, but it looked lonely. I had a feeling this was the same world that I was in in the previous dream.

Dec. 19, 23, Jan. 04

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 00:59:10 GMT

December 19th
Location: My school, 900's classrooms.
Time of day: Sometime in the morning; 10 AM (tentative guess)

I was part of a class waiting in front of a classroom, waiting for it to open. There was a large soft blanket on the ground, and everyone was sitting or lying down on it, like there was a picnic. It was drizzling lightly, but it wasn't very chilly or anything. I was sitting on the blanket next to a boy, who was also sitting. He turned and hugged me tightly, and I fell asleep in his arms.

It was room 930, to be exact; my English class from the first half of 10th grade.

December 23rd
Location: Home
Time of day: Evening, still light outside.

Sitting on couch playing guitar w/ Dad sitting near me. Suddenly, my guitar turned into an electric one. When I sat down, I turned off distortion and was able to play a song that sounded... pretty good (nothing I could play, that's for sure =P) When I was done, Dad seemed mildly impressed.
My little brother was sitting on the floor in front of the TV, his back turned to us, and yelled "Raise your hand if you played before the prophecy!" He had his own guitar in his lap. Dad and I laughed a little nervously and I said, "Maybe I shouldn't, eh?" Suddenly, I had a mental image of him playing piano, and an image of me practicing so I would always be better than him.
Mom came from the kitchen to the dining room table carrying a couple of plates and called, "Dinner's ready!"

Prior to the dream... I was curled up at one end of the sofa as Dad was trying to sleep on it on the other end (his feet were by me) and Ian was trying to get on too, but Dad kept turning him away. He kept telling Ian to go somewhere else and that he was not wanted here, but I could see it was actually because there wasn't enough room on the sofa. (No, I didn't mix those two up.) Ian was whining and making a lot of noise.

January 4th
Location: School, dirt softball field
Time of day: Daytime

We were playing baseball on a dirty, sandy lot by the school. It didn't seem like we were in PE class, because it was just our two small teams, and no other teams were around. Just as one of the boys on our team struck the ball, a flock of crows flew overhead. The ball struck one of the crows and it crashed to the ground with a shriek. It laid there, wings outstretched, on its back. It was trying to move but looked like it was either halfway paralyzed or its wings were pinned to the ground. It kept moving its head and opening its beak, making painful screeching noises.
We all stood on the outfield nervously, watching it, not getting any closer to it - and simply waited... I crouched down around five feet away from it and looked at the bird in fascination, but it didn't pay any attention to me - it kept looking up at the sky, opening its beak...

December 10th?

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 03:12:55 GMT

In this dream, I had a feeling I was the same person and in the same area as the last dream I had.

I was standing in the hallway of my house, talking to two people. One of them was my age, dressed in all blue. The other one was fat and wearing a grey pin-striped suit.

Suddenly, one side of the hallway vanished. It opened up to a huge, white room, and the carpet was gone. When I stared at the fat man, I heard gunfire and watched as he was shot multiple times, all over, and he collapsed on the floor, covered in blood, twitching. The other person and I simply stared at him, and I had the feeling that if we said anything, we would be killed too.

...It's times like these when I wish I could've written down the dream before I forgot it all. -___- This is only, like, the last few seconds of the dream... Meh.

December 09

Sun, 10 Dec 2006 23:41:14 GMT

I'm not sure what kind of setting it was. The only part of the dream that I still clearly remember is near the end, which was more of an event than a place or something.

I was in some kind of place that nobody wanted me to leave... I was being held there, but I dunno if it was against my will or for some other important reason. The front lobby was modern and bright, and all of the walls were painted different bright, clashing colors - a total contrast to the outside, which was filled with brown hues and dark colors. It was dirty outside and made me think it was located in some dark backalley of the city.

From the lobby, I walked through the front doors in a natural manner, like nothing was wrong. But as I walked out onto the sidewalk, somebody saw me and yelled and a siren went off. I ran down the sidewalk as fast as I could. It was on a hill, and I was running down, making it hard to control my speed. I looked up and to my left and saw the building I was running from through a chain-link fence; it was huge, brown, and looked like some kind of parking garage. I kept running until I reached the bottom of the hill, right before the sidewalk started to rise again into another hill.

I spun around, breathing hard, and saw my father, some woman, and a cannon on the roof. There was a puff of smoke from the cannon and I saw a large, white missle-shaped thing heading right for me. I tried to dodge, but suddenly I had the sense it smashed through my head and I fell onto the sidewalk. I couldn't feel anything, but I was just lying there, looking up at the blue-brown sky and just barely seeing the building on my right. There was a sudden flashing image in my mind - pieces of shattered bone and blood all over the sidewalk - and it cut back to my position from before. I reached up with my right hand, really sluggish because I was tired and sore, and I felt my head but my skull wasn't there - I felt something soft and warm, something that had a lot of folds in it, and I suddenly felt... odd. Incredibly calm, yet knowing that from that point on, my life would forever never be the same. A "this is it, no turning back" sort of feeling.

My dad slowly walked over and kneeled down and started to pick up all of the pieces of bone on the sidewalk. He didn't say a word to me. I tried to get up and I asked, "How much did I lose?" and he said, "Two-thirds."

Later in the dream, I was walking in the lobby again. I had a problem with my brains coming unraveled and trailing behind me like a couple of tails. ...Yeah.