This was just weird. I remember being in a house both strange and very familier and for some reason I was watching a really cheesy horror film with some friends. In the film this girl was trying to get something out of the freezer when something grabbed her from above and dragged her over the top of the fridge. She was being dragged through this really weird green light and snow stuff. I remember looking over my shoulder at someone (didn't see) and laughing saying this was stupid because it used to scare me silly when I was younger.
The next thing I remember was being in the basement of my old house looking at a tv (it faced towards the back sliding glass door) watching something. The person on the screen mentioned being watched and looked directly at me! That made me freak out and scoot away from the tv. He said something about the Eye of Ra glyph and I had no idea what it was. Then he pushed against the screen and it flexed out a little scaring me further. From there I continued to watch as someone was getting mauled by a mob and decided to reach in and I managed to grab that person. I don't really remember what happened after because I ended up waking up.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Jumble
I guess I had more than one dream this morning, and not all of them continuous.
This first one took place in a store/warehouse with really dim lighting. I knew some of the people working there because I used to work with them before I got my current job, but it was kind of sad because it was like I was forgotten. In all fairness though I had kind of forgotten them too.
The second one I was dropping something off to a friend I haven't seen in years. The weird thing about this though was everything was elevated, his house, his yard and what looked like a big wooden shed or barn thing. But his parent seemed gratful. I got the feeling that my friend was looking to make the shed some sort of room. Right after that I found myself in this sort of class room and we were working on some sort of quick project. The poster board I had held 5 different things a drawn couch and then another construction paper cut out of another couch overlaying it in the upper right corner and in the lower left for some reason was a vahjay (with that word ringing in my ears for some reason).
This third had me with my parents going to either a family friend's home or a family memeber's home and it was huge. The house screamed expensive comfort and I remember walking from the back yard- greeting family memembers and scooting around to get away from an ex-uncle into the house. From there I somehow went to the second floor and turned into a room where a teen was in the far corner playing some sort of video game. I didn't get a good look at the kid because there was a dresser and a bed in the way and I caught a look at him the side, my focus seemed to be straight to the game monitor and then the window. I said something about good game and then I woke up.
This first one took place in a store/warehouse with really dim lighting. I knew some of the people working there because I used to work with them before I got my current job, but it was kind of sad because it was like I was forgotten. In all fairness though I had kind of forgotten them too.
The second one I was dropping something off to a friend I haven't seen in years. The weird thing about this though was everything was elevated, his house, his yard and what looked like a big wooden shed or barn thing. But his parent seemed gratful. I got the feeling that my friend was looking to make the shed some sort of room. Right after that I found myself in this sort of class room and we were working on some sort of quick project. The poster board I had held 5 different things a drawn couch and then another construction paper cut out of another couch overlaying it in the upper right corner and in the lower left for some reason was a vahjay (with that word ringing in my ears for some reason).
This third had me with my parents going to either a family friend's home or a family memeber's home and it was huge. The house screamed expensive comfort and I remember walking from the back yard- greeting family memembers and scooting around to get away from an ex-uncle into the house. From there I somehow went to the second floor and turned into a room where a teen was in the far corner playing some sort of video game. I didn't get a good look at the kid because there was a dresser and a bed in the way and I caught a look at him the side, my focus seemed to be straight to the game monitor and then the window. I said something about good game and then I woke up.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Changes
So I've decided to change my theme for this blog. Mainly because I find I don't really have a ton of time to write, but to make up for it I have a lot of time to dream. Daydreaming and normal dreams in particular.
The average person dreams anywhere between 10-15 minutes, but you'd be amazed at some of the details that come out from them. I mean, for me personally, I remember a ton of details and sometimes whole sentences.
For example, yesterday morning my dream had me packing up on the last day of some trip I had taken with my younger sister and brother. I remember stopping for a moment folding a beach towel that wasn't mine, but I knew belonged to my family and couldn't recall seeing my siblings. I had gotten concerned and got up, trying to locate them, and from in front of the open door to where I was something ran by. I didn't get a good look at it, but for some reason I chased after this thing. My dream supplied me with Fox (that's what it was called) and whatever it was hit a door in the middle of the wall and disappeared into the keyhole in a blinding light. Call me crazy, but I continued to run after this thing and slammed into the door knob as well, but there was no impact. The next thing I know I'm stumbling to a halt inside this smooth stoned courtyard that looked like either pale gray or white marble, it reminded me a bit of a park actually. The next thing I know is I froze up and I hear someone shouting "Run Alice". I start running and I find this girl running next to me and then, we split directions. I skid around a corner and try crawling under a stone bench that didn't have more than 10 inches of clearance, but suddenly I become a small white kitten thing and I curl up facing a wall corner like "you can't see me" and then I woke up.
And then today was just as weird: I remember doing something with my family and then all of a sudden I'm shoved into this back room with someone hiding under a huge pile of laundry/blankets. I'm not entirely sure why, until I sneak out a back door and try to make my way to a van we had been using. Oddly enough there were people dressed in these white storm trooper armor with orange vests pulling random people. I kept thinking I needed to sneak into somewhere when I got grabbed from behind. I don't remember who grabbed me, but the next thing I know is I'm where I'm supposed to be, but to get to another place I had to sneak past a couple of people and I couldn't. It was like me and those who were grabbed were supposed to be slaves or something to our captors and for some reason I couldn't think myself as unremarkable enough to get to where I needed to be. What kept coming into focus for me was my odd hair coloring (which is exactly as it is now a couple of natural blond streaks in the front and lightened bangs)- like I would be remembered for it. Somehow I managed to get past a group of people and then I panicked and woke. It was really strange.
Amazing....hmmm. I know I have a hard copy dream diary, but I've lost it. And that makes me sad, because I've been having vivid dreams since I was a child and for some reason they were always important and special to me. Thankfully, this sort of gift contiues to flurish and gives me something to express myself and now I have another "safe" place to store them.
The average person dreams anywhere between 10-15 minutes, but you'd be amazed at some of the details that come out from them. I mean, for me personally, I remember a ton of details and sometimes whole sentences.
For example, yesterday morning my dream had me packing up on the last day of some trip I had taken with my younger sister and brother. I remember stopping for a moment folding a beach towel that wasn't mine, but I knew belonged to my family and couldn't recall seeing my siblings. I had gotten concerned and got up, trying to locate them, and from in front of the open door to where I was something ran by. I didn't get a good look at it, but for some reason I chased after this thing. My dream supplied me with Fox (that's what it was called) and whatever it was hit a door in the middle of the wall and disappeared into the keyhole in a blinding light. Call me crazy, but I continued to run after this thing and slammed into the door knob as well, but there was no impact. The next thing I know I'm stumbling to a halt inside this smooth stoned courtyard that looked like either pale gray or white marble, it reminded me a bit of a park actually. The next thing I know is I froze up and I hear someone shouting "Run Alice". I start running and I find this girl running next to me and then, we split directions. I skid around a corner and try crawling under a stone bench that didn't have more than 10 inches of clearance, but suddenly I become a small white kitten thing and I curl up facing a wall corner like "you can't see me" and then I woke up.
And then today was just as weird: I remember doing something with my family and then all of a sudden I'm shoved into this back room with someone hiding under a huge pile of laundry/blankets. I'm not entirely sure why, until I sneak out a back door and try to make my way to a van we had been using. Oddly enough there were people dressed in these white storm trooper armor with orange vests pulling random people. I kept thinking I needed to sneak into somewhere when I got grabbed from behind. I don't remember who grabbed me, but the next thing I know is I'm where I'm supposed to be, but to get to another place I had to sneak past a couple of people and I couldn't. It was like me and those who were grabbed were supposed to be slaves or something to our captors and for some reason I couldn't think myself as unremarkable enough to get to where I needed to be. What kept coming into focus for me was my odd hair coloring (which is exactly as it is now a couple of natural blond streaks in the front and lightened bangs)- like I would be remembered for it. Somehow I managed to get past a group of people and then I panicked and woke. It was really strange.
Amazing....hmmm. I know I have a hard copy dream diary, but I've lost it. And that makes me sad, because I've been having vivid dreams since I was a child and for some reason they were always important and special to me. Thankfully, this sort of gift contiues to flurish and gives me something to express myself and now I have another "safe" place to store them.
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