It’s You (October 25, 2012)
I had a feeling that I would have a nightmare last night and unfortunately I was right.
It started out in what looked like an underground cave. There were tunnels throughout it, and it seemed to be some sort of city. I had just arrived there (or come back?) and I was strolling through the tunnels.
Everyone seemed to know me. Every person I met, which wasn’t a lot, knew me for some reason, which was strange because I couldn’t figure out why.
I was walking behind three girls. They were all talking and laughing, but they never turned around. I was also holding (and swinging around sometimes) a white cane for some reason. It was just kind of there.
I walked past a woman who was hunched over and walking in the opposite direction. After I walked a little past her, she turned around and said “It’s you!”
I turned around and said “Me?”
She repeated, “It’s really you!”
I then turned back around and walked away, but she followed, repeating “It’s you! I can’t believe it’s you! It’s really you!”
I didn’t understand what was happening or what was significant about me. When I turned to the woman to ask her, I saw that her face looked very strange. It shocked me, and I stopped. She kept on saying “It’s really you.”
I blacked out when I stopped walking, and the profile of a man with a prominent nose kept flashing in my head and a horrible laughing was all I could hear before I woke up.
Not related to this dream, but I’m in marching band and this year our show is called Dreams and the last number is called Nightmares. I find it really ironic.
(Source: someordinarystranger)
Drowning (July 30, 2012)
I think drowning dreams are pretty common. I had one last night, but I didn’t feel very panicked in the dream, and I guess it’s because I can swim.
I was with my grandmother, my little brother, and my two dogs Coco and Skittles. We were in a house, it may have been my house, but it was smaller. I actually think the house could move or something, because we were moving in it. It was more of a cabin, actually. In the middle of the woods, and then moving towards a cliff. The cabin was completely furnished, but as soon as we fell off of the cliff, it was just a box.
A box with two opening. One opening at the bottom, where water was rushing in, and an opening at the top that we could swim out of. I was calmer than I should have been, what with part of my family being submerged in water. My little brother swam out first, which was odd because he’s not a very good swimmer. Then my grandma made her way to the opening, which was even more odd because she can’t swim at all.
I was helping Coco and Skittles get out of it. I’m a very good swimmer, so I guess that’s why I stayed behind. I’m not sure if my dogs can swim because they have never been in water deep enough to. Coco was doing a slow paddle to keep herself up, and I made sure to direct her to the opening that was slowly getting smaller. Skittles is my older dog. She wasn’t swimming at all, and this is when I panicked. She was just letting herself drown, and I dove under the water with my hand on her so that I could bring her to the surface. I remember distinctly touching her snout, and then grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up. We got to the surface, and I pushed Coco out of the opening and swam through.
The rest of the dream consisted of something to do with school, in my French class, and some old friends coming back from Chile. Ricardo and Sebastian were knocking on our door, but we didn’t come out. Their sister, Angela, didn’t come out. Then there was something about someone named “Chikaler” or something similar to that. I don’t remember the second part very well.
I think this dream expressed my worries about my older dog, Skittles. We’re not sure of her age because we took her in off of the street when she was already fully grown. We’ve had her about ten years, maybe. She’s had white hair for a few years, and she’s been getting slower and lazier. Lately, though, she’s been going to the bathroom wherever she is. She doesn’t come to us like she normally does when she needs to go outside, she just goes and lays in it. She’s getting incontinent. I’m worried she’ll pass away soon. I know it will happen eventually, but I’ve had Skittles my entire life.
Water Spirits (July 24, 2012)
I had this dream last night, and this led to my decision to make this Tumblr. It’s an interesting dream, but kind of confusing.
I went to the mall with some friends, not sure who. For some reason, we couldn’t go through the front door, so we decided to go in through the back. The back of the mall looked like an office building. It had lots of hallways with cubicles. I walked down the main hallway and into this area that looked like a waiting room. I tapped the walls in a certain combination, and they opened up to the mall. I don’t know what happened in the mall, but I recall big fountains being everywhere. When we left (out the front door), I remembered in the car that I had left my phone somewhere in the mall. Maybe in the office building? My friends drove back so I could retrieve it.
I went in through the front door, and as I walked through the mall trying to locate the wall that opened up into the waiting room, the water in the giant fountains came to life as water spirits or something. They looked like giant fishes and dragons. Everyone was running, while trying to not get caught by the water spirits, and I was looking for the wall. As I was about to try out a wall, a boy opened it for me from the inside and pulled me in. As soon as we were in, a robot (I think?) started following us. We hid in the cubicles until the robot passed us and a man found me and took me down a different hall and up some stairs. We went into a room with two other woman in it. I laid down on a bed and went to sleep, which is when I woke up.
This dream was really odd. Who were the men and the women? They acted like they knew me from somewhere.
