Occasionally it is a great relief to wake up and realize a dream is just a dream. I find this is especially the case when my mind decides I am going to be in conflict with someone I really know, as myself.
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Jan 28 2014
My brother and I are going to take my niece & nephew out on a trek outside of the city (this was actually going to happen in real life, except my nephew wasn't coming). Matt is often out of town, and coming back into town all of his good friends want time to hang out with him. In the dream he decided he just had so many people he needed to see that he wasn't going to come. So I take my niece and nephew out on my own. We encountered all kinds of strange creatures and didn't seem to be astonished when they could communicate if you listened carefully. There were little glow insects that hopped and we had collected some to put in a jar to light our way as it started to get dark. One of them was very distressed and asked to be let out, so we did. The little hopper was pursued by a semi-ground pigeon that ran after it, and suddenly shot out a long sticky tongue like a frog, but missed! We were on a warm beach and it was twilight. (In real life we were going out to the mountains, and it is winter!) Suddenly we heard a loud clanging sound and a barrier came down out of the sky between the shore and the water. It was solid but could be seen through. We heard more metallic sounds and saw something coming from inland towards the shore, very quickly a strange metal thing began unfolding and assembling there on the beach and I sent the kids running along the waterline to safety while I went to grab my pack. I managed to get a my money belt (not sure why it was there) but my pack was stuck under part of the metal contraption I crawled in to get a better grip and the thing lurched again and I was stuck! It slowly became apparent that it was some sort of viewing platform or bleachers. Very quickly water started to rise and soon I was nearly covered as people began to take their seats, I couldn't call out and frantically tried to reach someones leg to make them aware of my plight. That was when I realized that I was still breathing. I think this was because one of three reasons, my mind knew I could still breathe, I *could* breathe underwater for some reason in the dream, or I was unconscious and couldn't actually breathe. After that there was a fuzzy scene shift and a vague recollection of lying down in a room and people talking. I think I died and/or was rescued just in time.
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Jan 30 2014
In this dream I got in a disagreement with my roommate Dave, he was
organizing a jam at our house with some relatively big name people and
he was talking about where we could have ashtrays.. At first I was like,
no, they have to smoke outside. The studio smells like smoke and we
don't want our house to have that sort of thing. He was all mad saying
that some of the artists were used to being able to and might not
participate so he might as well just cancel the whole thing! It was very
weird, and I felt bad so I said he could go ahead but that I would have
to go away for it. I woke up very relieved it wasn't real because none
of us would actually be like that.
The other dream I had that night I was not myself, but a character that had
been raised as a servant in a large castle-like place under the care of
gent who was in charge of all of the "in-born" servants. It was also
very strange and sometimes frightening. But the kind of frightening that makes a dream exciting rather than a nightmare.
