Community of Dreams

An older dream.*~

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 21:22:05 GMT

This is my first time posting here. I'm excited to share and be shared with by other dream fanatics. And I would love to hear your comments and opinions, thanks! -Lindsey

I was in an unfamiliar school like environment. In fact, a bunch of old people I went to school with were there. We were being brought from place to place for some reason. I remember all of us being brought to this place with really fancy chairs and sofas all set up differently in a large room. I remember Tori Spelling was there and was standing all awkwardly by herself. I told her she could sit with us, but she said ' I don't think they like me.' I told her, 'don't worry, who cares what they think anyway, just sit down.' Once we had all settled, the guy in charge changed his mind and made us all leave again. The guy in charge was either the teacher or the principle, I'm not quite sure. What I am sure of is that everyone was terrified of him, they said he was evil. Though I didn't know why, and whenever I tried to inquire about it to someone they refused to talk about it. Finally, when were being driven somewhere in a big van, I got someone to talk. I was sitting all the way in the back with Cait Sessa and Danielle Lopez,[girls I was friends with in middle school Lol] and I asked them what was going on. They looked at eachother nervously, whispered to eachother, and then finally reluctantly whispered very low to me that 'He can make whatever he wants to happen.' I was confused by this and said 'What do you mean? How?' They said they didn't know. Noone did. They whispered to eachother again, but Cait shook her head at Danielle. I looked at them expectedly, and then Danielle whispered to Cait again. Cait nerously nodded her head this time, and Danielle leaned forward and whispered to me, "Do you think the reflections we see in the Mirror are real?" I looked at them momentarily puzzled by this question and then I started to explain to them about quantum physics and parallel universes and told them we were all basically just 'dust in the wind.'
The next thing I remember, I was driving my car to Florida to pick up Ashley lol. I was speeding too quickly around this dirt ramp and I knew it was coming, suddenly my car swirved and started going sideways very fast. Then all of he sudden, my car was flying through the air, sideways. As I was in the air, I was holding onto my seatbelt very calmly and thought to myself 'This is it, I'm either going to be severly injured, or I'm going to die.' I waited for the impact to come, yet it seemed to be taking too long. I looked down and I saw traffic going by underneath me. I was still flying sideways, midair.
The next thing I know, the guy in charge had brought us all back to a classroom and chairs were lined up like we were going to be watching something. He was planning on executing some of us for entertainment. I had somehow managed to figure out the key to his power was a car remote that he carried every where with him. I managed to get it away from him. He looked at me in horror as I pointed it at him, and all the students were standing in the background watching silently. As I pointed to remote at him I said loudly to him "Sit." and pushed the button on the remote. He sat in one of the empty chairs instantly. The students gasped and the guy looked at my angrily. I said to him 'I think we've all had quite enough of you. So I'm going to turn you into something harmless. Let's see...a Statue!' I shouted, and pressed the button. He quickly changed into a minature marble statue. But then I thought to myself "Hmmm..this won't do, he could still fall on someones head." So then I told him to turn into sand, and to never bother anyone again. Suddenly, the statue collapsed into a pile of sand, and a strong gust of wind burst the window open. Everyone jerked their heads to the window anxiously, and watched as the wind blew in and swept the pile of sand away with it back out the window.
The End.

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 15:02:11 GMT

So, this is my first post, and I don't normally share my dreams, but I just got -- so, so creeped out.

I dream in fragments, and this is one, amidst many other pleasant ones.

So it played like a movie trailer and the opening scene had Darren Criss, who was driving in a carriage with his parents who were telling him he was out of control while he was just laughing and ignoring them and telling them not to miss him. It was raining.

He ended up at a boarding school and became friends with everyone immediately because of his attitude and disposition. He was charming. The other students formed a circle to introduce themselves, and when he sat in the circle to meet them, he talked animatedly, laughing, and talking about himself. The key tidbit; "Oh, and I love eating, sometimes I can't help myself, it's crazy."

He eats really well that night, laughing and enjoying his newfound friends.

Then slowly throughout the trailer, there flash shots where he grows more and more gluttonous, and all his friends abandon him slowly. He gains girth and regresses in age and there's shots of an eye watching him in the dark as he lies, a morbidly large child lying abandoned on the floor after his chair crashes under his weight, absolutely filthy.

Then as he starts to fall asleep he wakes up and sees himself transformed into some awful beast, with a huge tan blob of a body and a separate red entity holding his huge green-black eyes and a single tentacle. (There were other details but I lost them...)

And an eye materializes out of the darkness, and Darren Criss (well, child!Darren Criss) asks, "Who are you?"

The eye responds with this awful voice, "I'm a monster." And a claw reaches out of the darkness and slices the tan blob of Darren's body open to reveal what look like tons of babies, sleeping.

"I eat children," the voice continues.

And then:

"You're wearing my skin."

The screen fades black. The movie title flashes.

My scariest dreams in a LONG time...

Sun, 18 Dec 2011 03:01:09 GMT

(cross-posted to my own journal, unless not using entirely the same wording makes it not count)

Cthulenya

This dream started off with me, for whatever reason, drawing some Eldritch abomination version of Enya called "Cthulenya". (I was also trying to come up with a name that wouldn't be an already overused Lovecraft reference, but I never thought of one, so "Cthulenya" is canon now. Wait, "canon"? Am I the only one who treats their dreams as a fandom?) Cthulenya's design was pretty vague, so she didn't really scare me that much...until she came to life and started attacking me. :O

MarioWiki Anniversary of the Apocalypse

In this dream, I had somehow come up with the reasoning that the apocalypse would only happen that day if it just happened to be the anniversary of the MarioWiki (or something pertaining to the MarioWiki, I'm not sure).

I dunno how that makes sense, but indeed, right after I came up with that theory, my talking alarm clock (which, in real life, reads the time if you press the snooze button and when the alarm goes off, but doesn't talk beyond that, and is actually broken right now in real life) told me something I couldn't quite hear except that it mentioned the MarioWiki. Cue Twitching of the Apocalypse. (for newer folks here, that's the name I give to a really scary twitching in some of my dreams that apparently represents the apocalypse)

While I'm pretty sure the MarioWiki's anniversary in waking life isn't today, I do know there's a new issue of The 'Shroom (their newspaper) today, and if my dream was referring to that instead of the anniversary... :O

Hockey Video of the Apocalypse

This dream was the same night as MarioWiki Anniversary of the Apocalypse. I was watching three hockey videos (although, despite being hockey, they took place outdoors on a grassy field) depicting scenes that the commentator apparently found so hilarious that, in the last one I watched, he said "It's the end of the world!"

Oookay... I don't see how a hockey scene can be so hilarious that it causes the apocalypse, but it's still pretty scary how two dreams the same night have implied that the apocalypse might be today, even if it's 8:56 PM in my time zone and it still hasn't happened yet...

Coupled with my seeing more 666's than normal in waking life over the past couple of days, these are some of my scariest dreams yet...

The Folly of the Prince

Wed, 02 Nov 2011 22:57:40 GMT

There was a Viking king who had only one son. The prince looked like a younger version of his father. They both had long golden blonde hair and matching full beards, but the king's hair was graying and his face showed aging. The similarities ended there for the Viking prince was widely known to be a simpleton. The father made one last desperate attempt to change his son, since he was the sole heir to the throne. The king decided to make his son the sovereign ruler of a nearly desolate part of the empire. The king reasoned, “It should be an easy task because it is a relatively small area of land and only a few citizens live there.”

The reluctant prince was chained to his throne by his father. The prince's throne was the only piece of furniture in a great hall where everything (including the throne) was made of rough timber. This hall was surrounded by a maze of smaller rooms. The prince was given a small staff of servants to attend to his needs. The prince was given to fits of temper. However, since he was restrained, he could only stand to his feet and lean forward with his arms held back by the chains and yell at the offending subject or servant.

One day the king came to check on his son. The king asked, "How are things going?"

"Great!” the prince responded. “I ruled on a few disputes. The people seem to respect me.” Then as an afterthought the prince added, “Oh yeah a couple of people asked me if they could do some digging for some irrigation project under the hall, so I let them."

The king's face turned white, "YOU DID WHAT?!" There are secret tunnels under this hall! The enemy was trying to find a way in! You have killed us all!!!" No sooner had the king finished speaking than a commotion was heard outside. The enemy had already surrounded the great hall. The people inside panicked and started searching for places to hide. Most of the people ran outside using the side exit door of the hall hoping to escape but were ambushed by the enemy.

I, alone, was left in the deserted hall. (I guess the prince was freed from his chains so he could escape). Already I heard the invading soldiers breaking down the main door in the corridor just outside the great hall. The only place I found to hide was some built-in wall cabinets under a counter. I did not feel secure because there was no way to lock the cabinet doors. I peeked out of the cabinet waiting for a chance to escape outside. I saw a couple of invading soldiers. They looked like Vikings too except they were wearing helmets and body armor. (The king and his people had not been wearing armor). One of the soldiers poked his head in the hall. He saw it was empty so he did not enter the room. “Whew! That was close!” I thought. Then I heard them going down the corridor searching the rooms. It was at this point that I escaped out of the side exit door. I saw one of the invading soldiers patrolling the grounds, but he didn't see me. I made my way to the hedges where I ran into another invading soldier. He gave chase, but somehow I alluded capture or injury.

I made my way up a hill and came across a band of gypsy women and children. One of the women spoke to me before I could ask any questions. She sounded annoyed and disenchanted by the whole affair. “We are the women of those men fighting.” She said with disdain. “They are not even real soldiers. We are all from the suburbs of Plymouth.”

I was incredulous as I thought, “Plymouth is a modern day city with a medium sized population. The gypsy clothes, the Viking gear, it was all a disguise!” (Plymouth was not a part of the king's empire).

The woman continued bitterly, “These men are following this leader who can't even walk or fight. He is in a wheelchair! He decided he wanted a place of his own so he chose to take the great hall.”

After the woman finished speaking I walked unrestricted past the group of women and children and came to the edge of a ravine. It appeared to be about twenty feet deep. Suddenly, I was pushed from behind and I fell in the ravine. The culprit was one of the “soldiers” who had just brought a couple of captive women whom he tossed in the ravine as well. Apparently, the young women in their teens and twenties were being kept for wives or sex slaves. Some of the girls sustained injuries but they seemed to be minor. One Black woman was pushed in the ravine who looked like she was in her forties. I thought, “Maybe they made an exception about her age because there wasn't that many women.” This woman appeared to be in pain because she just laid on her back not moving. After awhile the pain must have abated because she got up. At least one of the suburban soldiers was down in the ravine guarding the women.

The battle ended almost as swiftly as it began. Except for the five or six women captured, everyone else was dead. The suburban soldiers descended into the ravine to enjoy the spoils of battle. There was a sex orgy right there in the ravine.

Short, Wild, & Handsome

Sun, 30 Oct 2011 03:07:35 GMT

It was a sunny day, the sun was high overhead and small villages dotted the grassy hills. I was on a countryside being pushed and corralled by a swarm of angry villagers. They were all shouting in a contemptuous uproar but I heard a recurring refrain, “She is a witch! This is her fault!”

Bewildered, I thought, “They know my secret! How do they know? What is it that I supposedly did?” As I was thinking these thoughts, the mob propelled me up a hill towards a cave. Suddenly, a wild-looking, crazed man with red irises, long disheveled hair and drool in his beard, ran past me on all fours. He turned to glare at me and I shuddered with fear and alarm at his appearance. “Do the people think I did this?” I thought, as the wild man dashed into the cave. When I realized the villagers intended to put me in that same cave, I screamed in distress, “Don't put me in there!” I struggled more fervently to break free, albeit unsuccessfully.

When I was just a few feet from the mouth of the cave, the wild man emerged with his hair cut and combed. The spittle was removed from his beard. He walked upright and he almost looked like a normal man except for his deep red irises. He put up his hand to quell the riot and they immediately stopped and fell silent. To my surprise, the red-eyed man looked at me and winked! “Does he know me?” I thought perplexed.

The red-eyed man then addressed the crowd with surprising articulation and authority, “She is not the one.” Then just like that, the mob immediately lost interest in me. The crowd's attention was turned to a handsome man who had stepped forward to discuss other village matters. The witch hunt was over.

However, there was one man who was still interested in me, but for very different reasons. He kept pushing upon me trying to touch me. He was a rather short man with the top of his head just reaching my breasts. I angrily shoved him and he kept coming back trying to get close to me. This continued for a little bit until I got distracted trying to listen to what the attractive man was discussing with the crowd. The next thing I knew the stubby man grunted, zipped up his pants and walked away triumphantly. I was disgusted. Apparently he had sex with me but I never felt anything.

A little while later we were outside again, the short man was laying on his back as a doctor performed a pelvic exam. The doctor said, “I have good news! You're going to have a baby!” The stubby man smiled and seemed quite pleased. I thought to myself, “I sure hope that baby isn't mine!” I reluctantly agreed to allow the doctor to perform a pelvic exam on me. Upon concluding the exam, the doctor confirmed my worst fear, “You're the momma.”

I yelled, “No-o-o-o-o!”

Hello!

Sun, 30 Oct 2011 02:51:04 GMT

Hello! I am new to Live Journal. I have always had an interest in dreams and I am here to meet like-minded individuals. I also enjoy writing. So I combined my love for writing and my interests in dreams. I have been recording my dreams for about a month now. I have about a dozen dreams to share. I will post one every day until I have "caught up." I am toying with the idea of writing a book about my dreams. I would appreciate any feedback and comments.

A nightmare I had as a kid.

Thu, 06 Oct 2011 18:44:22 GMT

My own experience with a nightmare happened when I was a kid. I dreamt that I was in hell. I was being transported inside what it looked a rusty cauldron in a tour through a place that looked like an underground cave with fire and brimston all around. Some guy, a demon, I can't recall, all I know he seemed to have horns in his head, was using a large wooden spoon stirring what it seemed to be human parts inside a boiling cauldron. Also there was the matter of people screaming in agony and wailing all around. Before this got any further, I woke up and puked on the side of my bed. I may got bad dreams sometime, but this is the worst I ever had as a child or as an adult.

Thu, 06 Oct 2011 01:37:16 GMT

I had a dream last night that a man a little older than myself followed me home from riding my bike or walking or something from a road that looked like HWY 261 down in ol' Sumter, SC. I swear we were heading in the direction that my parent's old house was in. Anyway, he followed me to a house that was being built for Caleb and I. There were lots of people working on it and Caleb was around somewhere but I didn't see him. Lots of wood. Lots of newness. The outside walls were up and so were the inside walls but the frames weren't covered on the inside. The beams were exposed. I tried going up our spiral staircase but sat for a moment as that man tried to talk to me for a bit. I didn't really care for whatever he had to say but he had my attention, then he lightly touched my leg. I told him not to defensively because I don't think my husband (even though Caleb and I were only dating in my dream) would like that. We stared at each other for a bit. I saw his soul in his eyes about the same way I see it in people's eyes in waking life. He was possessed. He had something down in him. It wasn't pretty. I woke up disgusted.

New here

Fri, 30 Sep 2011 18:17:06 GMT

I am happy to find a community where dreams can be shared. One question though, are nightmares also permitted in here?

Recent dreams

Sun, 31 Jul 2011 01:43:37 GMT

For two consecutive nights just under a week ago, I had dreams that were interesting and had nothing to do with gematria, Schrödinger's Celebrities, or inflated women, so I finally have something new to post here.

- In the first dream, I was riding some sort of indoor Halloween-themed roller coaster. Given that there were relatively few Halloween-related props (most of which I don't specifically remember), as well as that the walls and floor of all the rooms were just plain white and gray (respectively) and looked like a regular building instead of, say, a haunted mansion, you'd think it wouldn't have been that scary, but it was. See, the second-to-last room ended with an open "grave" that the roller coaster dropped me into so someone could drug me, put me in the seat of a roller coaster car in the last room, and let me wake up (which was apparently how I got from room to room the entire time) in what was supposed to be "hell", but for the most part looked just as fake as the decorations in the other rooms. However, there was one guy tied to the middle of the track (and the car somehow went past him even though no one saved him or ran over him), and I was somehow tied up at the end of the ride (yet somehow was still able to stand up and exit the room, and even somehow ended up untied just before I exited).

First this dream (Who says that I can't link to entries involving gematria or Schrödinger's Celebrities, especially since the dream I'm actually referencing doesn't have either?), now this? Uh-oh... :O

- In the second dream, I was watching some animated movie that, within the dream, I was even more scared of than I was about "hell" in the previous dream, but in waking life, I find quite hilarious. Basically, there was this bizarre virus going around that affected animals; any animal that caught it would immediately start laughing uncontrollably, then after a certain amount of time, grow a third eye and continue laughing, then after another of that same amount of time, turn into some sort of monster. Apparently, the virus would also have a similarly negative effect on random objects if they were small enough, so one guy who lived in a cottage of some sort nailed various objects that happened to be just outside his cottage to the outer wall of it in attempt to keep the virus from affecting them. The objects nailed were, in this order: a cauldron (don't ask me how he nailed it), something I don't remember, and...a Tetris block?! There was also another Tetris block right next to it, but he left that one where it was (seemingly just because it was in front of the door). The weirdest part about the first Tetris block was the way it was nailed:

Very, very weird...

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On an unrelated note, I just realized that an occasionally-recurring factor of some of my dreams (but not these) is certain words in my subconscious's vocabulary being replaced for the course of the dream. Below are 7 examples that I thought of off the top of my head, sorted roughly from most to least fitting in the situation. With the exception of the Genesis/PlayStation ones, no two of these are from the same dream.

- "Genesis 29" instead of "PlayStation 1"
- "Genesis 30" instead of "PlayStation 2"
- "Wii Remote headphones" instead of "iPod headphones"
- "If everyone were oranges, we shouldn't talk about apples" instead of something along the lines of "We've been talking for too long"
- "AUTHOR CANCELLED" instead of something along the lines of "You are hereby banned from playing Mario games"
- "Boobs" instead of "Dido". Yes, despite the fact that I prefer using the word "breasts" instead of "boobs", and despite the fact that my favorite thing about Dido is her voice rather than any aspect of her physical appearance, this still happened. Then again, this could also be a reference to a much earlier dream before I even knew what Dido looked like, in which she was represented by Booberella from The Simpsons instead.
- "Diglett" instead of "meet". Yes, one of my dreams somehow made my subconscious replace a common verb with the name of a Pokémon.

Does anyone else have that happen in dreams?

The prophecy has been fulfilled in stereo

Sat, 16 Jul 2011 22:43:34 GMT

The night before July 5 I had a dream that I accidentally broke my iPod headphones (which I referred to as my "Wii Remote headphones" in the dream...Wii Remotes definitely don't have headphones!), and on July 6, I actually did. Good thing I had an extra set...

Sun, 10 Jul 2011 02:24:30 GMT

Two dreams over the fourth of july

Warning: mentions of insanity and death in the first dream, a non-descriptive death in the second.

Been awhile...

Fri, 01 Jul 2011 19:08:57 GMT

My dreams have gotten so fuzzy in my dreaming fits that I haven't recorded the random "Chance and I in a room" Deal. But got a really good one today. Well, good as in detail and a plot. I guess some would see this one as nightmarish. I have some others backed up in my journal I'm going to back date them as well, feel free to peruse.

A dream of an inhumane jail.

First dream with an irregular time that becomes completely normal

Mon, 13 Jun 2011 21:14:50 GMT

As I've mentioned here before, one of the occasionally recurring themes in my dreams is irregular times such as 7:97, 5:192, 9:77, or 6:66, and in most of the dreams, I'm scared of how it will attempt to display the time once the minutes reach 100. (Strangely, 5:192 is the only irregular time in my dreams where the minutes were already in triple digits, yet I wasn't scared of it at all.) Also, the time rarely changes in the dreams, but when it does, it either:

a) increases normally but the minutes don't reach 100 within the course of the dream (such as one dream where the time went 8:81, 8:82...8:88, 8:89)
b) skips ahead to another irregular time that still has less than 100 minutes (such as one dream I haven't posted here yet where the time jumped from 12:60 straight to 12:66), or
c) jumps back and forth between various times, both regular and irregular, randomly (such as one where the time went from 3:67 [or maybe it was 3:76] to 3:59).

My dream last night, though, was a completely different case. In it, my computer's clock read 6:60 at first, then it skipped to 6:69, then to 6:99. Even though this was the first instance of an irregular time in my dreams ending in 99, I wasn't scared of how it would rollover at all, and indeed, the next time it changed to was 7:00.

I wonder what it means? I did graduate from high school 15 days ago (wait, 15?!), so maybe it represents that the graduation ceremony was nothing to worry about after all?

Then again, the 12:60/12:66 dream I mentioned above was fairly recent, and I'm not sure, but it might have also been after graduation. There are, however, some interesting parallels between these two dreams: both of them had irregular times on my computer's clock, the first times from each dream are 6 hours apart (12:60 and 6:60), and the second times are almost 6 hours apart (if they were, it would be 12:66 and 6:66; the latter was probably replaced with 6:69 as extra symbolism of there being nothing to worry about).

water dream

Mon, 13 Jun 2011 14:10:26 GMT

Another dream tonight.

http://cthulhu-hungers.livejournal.com/4629.html

Thu, 02 Jun 2011 20:22:00 GMT

Haven't really posted here in a while, not because I haven't been having any nightmares, but I haven't been having any really interesting ones, or they were interesting but I' could only remember a few details. But I had a bout of insomnia last night and a long dream that I could remember, so here it is.

http://cthulhu-hungers.livejournal.com/3884.html#cutid1

Ooh, another Schrödinger's Celebrity?

Tue, 31 May 2011 22:04:47 GMT

Y'all remember my posts about dreams involving Schrödinger's Enya, right? (If you haven't read those, you'll need to in order to understand the significance of the bolded numbers I mention later in this post.)

Well, last night, even though I have yet to meet anyone on LJ who may or may not be Sarah McLachlan, I had a really vague dream in which all I remember are the words "Schrödinger's Sarah McLachlan".

Considering how much my original dream about secrets on enya.com (which didn't even mention SE at all) seemed to prophecy, I have a feeling that I will, in fact, eventually meet a Schrödinger's Sarah McLachlan. In fact, I played around with Gematrix and the Gematriculator and found these interesting connections:

- "Sarah McLachlan" in Jewish Gematria = 306, which is 206+100. Interestingly, "SSE" (acronym of Schrödinger's Sarah McLachlan) yields the same result in English Gematria. (EDIT: Oh wait, I meant SSM, because SSE does not stand for Schrödinger's Sarah McLachlan. And yes, I double-checked to make sure it was SSM and not SSE that equaled 306.)
- "Sarah McLachlan" in Simple Gematria = 114, which is 113+1. Also, in the Gematriculator's system, "Sarah McLachlan" = 366, which is 367-1.
- "McLachlan" in Jewish Gematria = 126; 126 days after Sarah McLachlan's birthday is June 3, or 6/3, and 63 is half of 126. Note also that I met Schrödinger's Enya on 12/6.
- "Schrödinger's Sarah McLachlan" = 253 = 252+1.
- "Schrödinger's McLachlan" in Simple Gematria = 206. Interesting that the same number should be associated with two Schrödinger's Celebrities!
- "Schrödinger's Sarah" in English Gematria = 1116; one of the times that I saw when I glanced at my alarm clock at various times this morning was 11:16. Additionally, 1116=1114+2.
- "Schrödinger's Sarah" in Simple Gematria = 186 = 93×2.
- "Schrödinger's Sarah" in the Gematriculator's system is 726, an anagram of 762.

Very interesting indeed...or at least it is to nerds like me :P

Bloody Bathtubs.

Tue, 31 May 2011 10:53:31 GMT

I was walking through what looked like an old school (long hallways and staircases). every six feet or so there was a different style bathtub. All contained water and all contained fake blood. Some contained people (or very life-like dummies). All were naked and bleeding. One was decapitated and convulsing. In my dream I was walking through each of the hallways looking into each of the bathtubs. My impression was that it was just a display, an art show that was put on by member of a group in the city. Some bodies looked for real though and I didn't know how to tell the difference.
My feelings in the dream were definitely more curiosity than fear. I wasn't afraid of what I was seeing but more intrigued by a) how someone could actually do this to themselves (if it were real) and b) how different each one looked.

Mon, 23 May 2011 12:51:52 GMT

Another nightmare tonight.

http://cthulhu-hungers.livejournal.com/2582.html

Fri, 13 May 2011 15:24:36 GMT

Not just one dream but three from last night:

Latter I'll put up the drawings of the creatures, the voodun priestess, and the contraptions.

At some point I shifted and slept on my neck funny, and now I have a crick in my neck. jeez.

(Edit- now with pictures.)

House dream 5/11/11

Thu, 12 May 2011 03:27:30 GMT

I'm in a house with white clean walls. It's a multi-level house that I'm familiar with in the dream. (Not in waking life or previous dreams) I go up stairs to the next level, to the right, there's a balcony indoors with railing going somewhere. I go straight down a small hallway where there are bedrooms. There is a little hidden door that I know about and I frequent it several times throught the dream. The hidden door leads to a small attic type room, roughly 7 feet by 15 feet. The door is on one end of the room and on the oposite end (on the short wall) there is a small window, 2'x2'. Every time I go in this room, it's empty. Except for the last time when I decide to hide some poisonous plants that I aquire. I plan to put them up on the window sill there. When I open the door, there's a family of 3 camping out, of sorts, in the room! I ask them what they were doing in there and they are suprised to see me there and reply that they didn't know anyone comes into that room. I tell them that I frequent this room quite a bit since it's usually empty. The child asks about the plants I'm holding and I reply mentioning that they are poison varieties and point out the deadly night shade. As she looks at it the parents quickly gather thier things and usher her out. I continue into the room to place the plants on the window sill. I wake up.

Wed, 11 May 2011 13:07:45 GMT

Another dream last night:

This one had darth vader in it, that's something I guess.

Car Dream

Wed, 11 May 2011 04:44:33 GMT

Ty and I were driving around in a place similar to Santa Clarita, California. On this main stretch of road, there was an, usually, empty lot. (Like the old empty lot where the Ihop currently stands in Canyon Country) This day, there was a wierd car show. Cars were up for auction and there were green ones and there were blue ones. There were different makes and models, just the colors were divided between the two. I think there were other colors as well. The cars were neatly parked in rows and colomns like they would be at a dealership and they were sparkley clean. Ty and I went in, looking for a car to buy. We came in when the lot was in the middle of their "showing." This consisted of a sort of demolition durby with the cars. The classes were the colors of the cars. In the dream I conciously wonder how the hell are we supposed to buy a car if they are getting beat up in the durby. We start looking at the blue ones, I get woken up by our cat before we get to even choose one let alone see what happens at the showing.
I wake up slightly confused and annoyed at the cat. I really wanted to know what happens to the cars any why they are being demolished!

Tue, 10 May 2011 12:49:52 GMT

the dream I had last night; also, me trying some over-the-counter sleep medication.

nightmare

Tue, 10 May 2011 04:59:42 GMT

I've always had severe nightmares and insomnia since I was very little, and since I have some free time I've decided to start keeping a dream journal, or rather a nightmare journal. Hopefully I can find some pattern or something that will help me reduce the nightmares and have good dreams, something that I can't remember ever having.

The nightmare I had during my nap today.

If anyone has any advice on getting rid of nightmares or insight they could offer, I'd appreciate it. They don't seem to have any sort of root cause or pattern, and they rarely repeat. My recent ones have been taking on something of a comic book tone, though.