The dream diary topic Options

[Rosetta]

Since it seems we've started a dream diary idea, let's use this topic to describe the dreams we can remember to the best of our ability. Just make sure they don't break any rules and such. Feel free to also post what you think they may mean or represent if that's up your alley.

I'll start with an example dream, the latest one I can remember.

I had a child in this dream, but she was kidnapped and beaten by thugs for no particular reason. I formed some kind of team to take her back, and while we did get her, the damage was too severe, and things didn't end well. Woke up feeling utterly depressed from that one.

[chrishawke]

I was in an auditorium in the right front corner of the classroom (yeah, the auditorium was a classroom) with two of my middle + high school buddies. One of them was an asian guy and the other a black guy, which is pretty weird because I know in real life they've never met each other before (middle + high school was 6 long years). The class was about numbers and stuff, and the teacher was explaining about how she got the numbers 23, 99, and 33 grouped as "chic" when some classroom monitor guy bursted into the room and singled out some two people flirting and kissing up each other in the back of the auditorium.

Oh, by the way, the auditorium is low in the front and begins to raise as you go to the back. The auditorium was half-full with students, too.

The guy went up to them and grabbed the girl from her chair. Turns out the classroom monitor guy knew who this person really was, because he ripped "her" wig off and told "her" to change into proper school uniform. The dude of the couple got disgusted and ran out of the auditorium. The class monitor guy then went down a few rows and pointed out the real girl who was being impersonated. She was tied to the chair and had her mouth shut with… something. It might have been duct tape. I went down the aisle to get to the girl, but not before I snatched some small brush and an electric shaver that you see in barbershops from the desk of the impersonator. I nodded to the class monitor guy as we passed each other (he leaves the dream at this point), and I checked the girl to see if she was alright.

I don't know what my dream-self's real intentions were, but I got her permission to help fix her hair up, since her long hair was cut by the impersonator. It was pretty awkward, though, since the brush I was using wasn't exactly the type of brush you use to tidy hair, so she kept wincing away from my brush strokes. After two attempts, I figured this wasn't going well, and asked her if I should stop. She said, "Yeah." I left. With a brush and an electric shaver in my hands. And a grin.

I went back to my seat and hear my asian friend telling me to transfer to another school with him. He then say, "that's gonna fuck up my GED." I asked him, "GED? What the hell are you talking about?" The dream ends there.

Then I had another dream where I was in third-person, following some skanky chick at a really fancy club with loud music, dimmed lights, and disco balls with neon projections. I followed her up the stairs and saw another chick coming down the stairs. I very briefly saw that other chick flash a flashlight at me (dunno how she saw me), and then the dream shifted to a scene with Steven Seagull riding on a rail cart, screaming out loud. The dream ends there.

There might be more to that second dream, though. I keep having it recently, but I end up waking up not remembering any of it.