I was living in some sort of group home or hospital, and there was a woman there who was due to have ten kids. I guess near her due date, doctors decided that she wasn’t going to be able to have that many kids, so she had to somehow have other women birth some of her children for her as surrogate moms. I was chosen to be one of the surrogate moms, and I had no say in the matter. The procedure of placing one the babies inside me took place in a creepy bathroom with a green bathtub and tiled walls with a sea green, light green and black section. There were little windows at the top of the walls and outside it was beautiful, springtime maybe, and sunny. The light switch was broken and all I can remember thinking was that it would be unfortunate for the kids to grow up with the broken light switch. During the procedure, I also got my nose pierced, but it was pierced in the wrong spot. The girl who pierced my nose was one of my bosses from my old job, and it was actually her birthday today in my waking life. After I had the baby in my dream, I had blood spots in my underwear and I was freaking out, but I wasn’t allowed to leave.
I was visiting Cape Town to see friends of mine that don’t actually live there. I was particularly excited to see one of my friends, and I met her at what was apparently her house, just before she had to step out for some reason. While she was out, there was commotion outside, so I went to see what it was. It was my same friend, apparently her heart had failed and she was barely alive and was being taken away on a stretcher - completely emaciated. My friend turned up later, the way she is when she’s fine and healthy, as if nothing had happened. My friend in the dream was one of the friends I made at the hospital.
In my dream, everything that happened to me last Spring - me living at a residential inpatient hospital, missing school, missing prom - was all stuff EVERYONE in my school knew about. Really, only a few people know, but in my dream everybody did, and they asked me questions frequently about my wellbeing. I went to talk to a teacher, but he had a class, so I went across the hall to another teacher’s room, to be “open”.
I was catching up with people I know who were tide pooling in the Atlantic Ocean, dropping valuable things of mine in the water as I went, and eventually decided to leave them. I emerged from the ocean and went into a store or a mall of some sort, where I saw a boy with his mother and father asking a clerk if they carried something in particular. They did, but it was expensive. Apparently it was going to be his birthday present. He went to the window, looked out to the ocean, and said “I just want to go on adventures.” I asked his parents what it was that he wanted, and they showed me a large mask-like or fossilized face, one that would have belonged to a giant. The face was a man with a rough beard, almost like baleen. Part of his beard was missing, and that’s what the son wanted to buy for his birthday - it cost either $342 or $346. Apparently if he completed the face, he would be able to have some sort of control or power over “adventures” he could have. The parents told him “no” because it was too much money for them to afford and he was upset. I told them if he wants to go on adventures, they should buy him books and sketchpads. They agreed that this was a good idea/way to have adventures.
More happened afterwards involving my car/being too tired to drive, but I can’t remember it that well.
I was famous for a photograph I took of a dead bird and I was married to the character Rogerson from “Dreamland” by Sarah Dessen. I was extremely talented when it came to pulling the trigger on a gun and carried a double barrel shotgun over my back. I used cadaver heads as practice and often shot them up the nose and watched their heads blow up. I had a group of friends, one of them loved working with cars. I was pregnant, and when I had my baby I named her Fene, but I passed out and couldn’t meet her. When I was stable again, I’d learned that my husband and a friend of his had took Fene with him to India (which was apparently a desert land) to adventure because he always dreamed of taking his daughter with him there one day. When they returned, they drove up to me in their blue car (without Fene) and I got in, and they told me we were going to meet all of our friends down at the beach. When I asked about Fene they looked grim and didn’t say anything. I was so mad at them that they weren’t telling me, I would have jumped out the car if it hadn’t been moving. Then my husband handed my a blue slip of paper that said “We’re just fooling you. Fene is safe at home sleeping and I didn’t want to wake her up.” I felt better knowing that. As we drove, we noticed the full orange moon so we pulled over to a place where there was a gap through trees to get a better look and take pictures. There were three moons, and were all very close to the earth. It was apparently a rare event of the moon turning so we could see the other side of it, and the two other moons were just projections of different angles we couldn’t see of the moon. When the moon turned around, it had a big blue eyeball staring at us and we began to drive away because it was chasing us. We tried to go get Fene but I woke up.
Can’t really remember a lot of it due to the fact that I woke up a lot so my dreams sort of spun in different directions of other dreams, but first I dreamt about a girl I used to be friends with when I was little. I dreamt about her last night too. Last night, I dreamt that I was at my “parents’ store” and expecting friends to show up. I was starving so I stole a tomato.
Last night I dreamt I was overlooking her, she was living with her dad at their old house, she had a big ribcage and I could see it through her translucent skin. The rest of her body was quite disproportioned. Her dad and her were close, almost in a weird/creepy way. I remember the basement. There were apparently demons down there but I went anyways, it turned into my own house. My friends that I were “expecting” (from last night’s dream) were there, it was kind of an illusionary version of when they actually did come by yesterday. I was falling asleep in my dream, and before I went to bed, my friend was performing some sort of prayer on me to “get the spirits out”. I could feel myself getting pulled away from my body. It was very scary. My energy and my molecules felt like they were getting sucked from my physical body. It sounded horrible, it sounded like what being lost in a horrific dimensional hell would be like. It reminded me of the color gray. I woke up and everything inside me came back into place, and I realized that I was dreaming in tune with the thunder and lightening outside.
I was “at school” with my friend (but the school was where our town library is), and it was late afternoon. I guess in order to get home, we had to take a plane, so we were sitting on the plane. Each seat of the plane was like a comfortable pillowed bedded area, and my friend and I shared one. In the seat in front of us were two of our old friends. They were completely shitting on me to the point where I needed to get off the plane. My friend was giving them shit for saying such horrible things to me. I guess that night there was apparently a town fair, and after the commotion, two people were missing. The police found them later that night in a barn near where the fair was. It was a man and a little girl; the man was dead and the girl was still alive, but just barely, and she was acting psychotic. Someone had kidnapped them and attached them by sewing each others bones over their skin, sort of like making them Siamese twins. They were horrifically disfigured and disemboweled - a miracle that the girl was even alive still. It was a full moon in my dream.
I dreamt we were in South Africa in the summertime - everything was so green and luscious, it was very hard to believe it was even real. The radiance of the grass and sunlight was just unreal. We were walking through the bushveldt later in the afternoon, but the sun was still up. We were walking around mountains, stepping through crevices and eventually coming to rope stairs that were unstable, but necessary for us to cross if we wanted to continue the walk. A part of the stairs was completely straight down, I remember holding on tight to the right side of the rope to level myself on each wooden plank so I wouldn’t tumble down and fall.
There was a family close ahead of us who had a toddler, and they made the toddler walk down the rope stairs itself - and miraculously the toddler made it down fine. We told the family to watch their baby but they wouldn’t listen, so we kidnapped the child and reported the incident to the police.
I dreamt I fucked my teacher and there were unwanted guests parked at the end of my driveway and we were meditating with candles summoning happy spirits and looking at somebody’s “art from a past life”
I dreamt that I had a baby when I was seven or so, I knew this because I knew in my body what it felt like to have a baby in me - either that or when I was seven I was most in tune with a past self that was a mother - weird dream composed of those sorts of feelings.
We we traveling through a unexplainable subliminal world proximal to an enchanted forest. There was fauna and flora, mushrooms and bird life, mythical creatures. There were groups of people I knew in different “true” forms scattered about among camps of each other. I remember seeing my boss there, and surrounding him were groups of people I knew from work. He was there with his apparent wife - she had white skin and white hair, odd complexions, and her name was “Corrin” (the letters spelled this out around her aura). Everyone honestly admitted that they didn’t like him, therefore they didn’t like his wife. Every time she placed her palms to the ground, this white vegetation grew there. She was actually a very thoughtful, kind being with helpful qualities.
We were sitting in a shallow lotus pond with a man who was revered to as the most helpful of everyone there. We bought weed from him and he smoked us up because he liked us and thought we were nice/funny. Eventually everything was big around us; the mushrooms, the tea cups, the caterpillars, the birds - until we shrunk into microorganisms and we couldn’t been seen anymore.
I haven’t been documenting my dreams as much lately due to the fact that I’m extremely busy lately and I simply don’t have the time to.
Last night, I dreamt I was at a grocery store with my parents, for simple foods like bread, milk, meat, etc. The store was unbearably crowded with people trying to get staple foods so that they could get home soon. The ground outside was crumbling and the sky was like a vortex, mist enveloped the atmosphere. We got home and everything seemed okay. My friends were there, and we were sleeping in the attic that night. The attic had an altar in it of some sort. That night, I was dreaming (in the dream) so intensely that I simply vanished into that dream, and my friends couldn’t find me. The storm outside was picking up, and these green, repulsive, behemoth phantoms with large teeth and mouths that gored your physical body and swallowed your soul to hell were infesting the attic where my friends were.
In my new dream, I was trapped in a whiteout snowstorm. I could make out thousands of other people frantically running around, so freezing cold, when suddenly these entrancingly crafted beings, glimmering, used their long, spindly fingers to guide us all to the top of a hill (random bit of my dream: there was a man, who in the midst of everyone screaming in the cold, was building things out of the snow. He left them all behind to go to the hill). As we all moved to the summit, and all around in the air and the ground around us was still white, the cold air and wind stopped. The ground was melting and radiant green grass began to break its way through the snow. We had apparently been “chosen by God” to reside in heaven, and everyone who were on the hill were absolutely overjoyed. I frantically searched for people I knew, looking for a parent, a friend, anyone I knew who was there with me…
My dream changed, and I can’t remember the process of it changing. I guess I was outside my home again, trying to tell my friends about what happened, and they weren’t listening, so I put my face on the ground and cried because “I was so emotionally moved by this”.
Other people and I had moved our way to another, warmer climate after that, and we were traveling through a dry, hot village. Somebody with us was shoplifting, and eventually, I found it in me to shoplift too. I wasn’t caught, but I felt bad. The necklace I shoplifted was carved interestingly, with moons and designs and an eye and a stone, and it was very pretty. I put it on.
I dreamt that I was on the school bus to school, and we passed a field where there was a drug bust. My dream switched to overlooking that. There was a young girl with black hair and she had a blonde son who was about seven. The police had discovered that she was growing marijuana. There were about seventeen plants that they were confiscating from the scene. Her son was being taken into custody of the state, and she was under arrest. Newscasters surrounded them, and she was being arrested by the president of the United States himself, who in my dream, was depicted as George W. Bush. As he made the arrest, he read her the Miranda Rights, “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.” And concluded, speaking to the camera, “Behold now, the worst mother in America.” He walked her into a courtroom, then I woke up.
I was in a store at an auction, I can’t remember what I was trying to buy but I do know in my waking life I was anticipating buying a car that week. The sky was overcast and the doors to the store were open, suddenly everyone rushed outside to find that a man had been murdered. After lots of commotion, a man with a mask on who was apparently the “optographer” removed the dead man’s eyes to see who had killed him. Days later, he said a young girl had murdered him. My dream switched to the life of this young girl, who must have been six or seven. She wore little turquoise blue platform shoes and had gray skin. Apparently, she was not in a right state of mind because her body was being occupied by demons. Her mother broke down when she found that her two other children were dead, drowned in the bathtub, and the little girl standing next to them with her hands casually behind her back. I didn’t see her face.
I dreamt that the moon was waxing, when it’s actually waning in my waking life. In my dream it was a waxing gibbous moon; it shone large in the sky and the sliver missing was in my pocket. I dozed off in the yard, but mustered the energy to carry myself into my house and up to my bed, where the roof was gone. There were two warm energies in the room, like two other souls. They were quiet, but good, I could feel that. I have glow in the dark stars and planets on my roof in my waking life, which might have induced this detail in my dream, in a way. I woke up in my bed. It’s dreams like these where I don’t understand the difference between my waking life and my dream life.