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submitted December 1, 2000

I have this dream maybe once a month or so. Someone or something is holding me under water, and they press on my back knowing that it hurts, so my back starts to spasm, and I'm quickly losing air. So I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath in, but I don't suck in water, I suck in air. I'm able to breathe under water. And my heart starts pounding with relief and sometimes I'll cry, and even in the water I can feel the tears. But instead of water, it feels like I'm just floating around, but the surroundings tell me it's water, there's fish and seaweed. And then it's like someone's having a conversation with someone else, but it's in my head and I can't get it out. I feel like I'm going crazy because the voices won't go away. I can't understand what they're saying, but I start to get mad that they're talking, I'm assuming it's about me. I start shaking really bad from being so mad(in real life I have a horrible temper), and that's usually when I jolt awake.
 
 

submitted February 14, 2000

The first part of my dream is I was at home, yet it wasn't my home. My roommates and I have been talking about buying a house together and so this was "our" home. I went outside and it was kinda dark, probably early evening or twilight. I went outside to find out my neighbors are my ex-boyfriend's family. So i was talking to his mom, whom i adore, and his youngest brother came out and we talked for a while. Then I was inside hanging out when i saw waterballoons fly across my window. They were splashing across the window of my ex's house. I went outside and his youngest brother was standing outside. I "believe" he was the one throwing them, although at his own house i don't know why. I was looking up to see where they had landed and they had hit an upstairs window which was partially open. I kinda yelled at him about it. That's when I woke up.

The second part of my dream came when I went back to sleep. I dreamt I was sitting in my car driving. I was driving and I was also sleeping. I awoke in my dream to find that i was driving really safely. So I stayed awake and hit some traffic. All of a sudden I was standing outside of some meeting that had just gotten out. The man who was in front of my in traffic was there and we were talking. Then my ex-boyfriend's family was there again. They needed a place to stay while their house was being fumigated. I, of course, offered my house since i lived next door. The guy who was in front of me in traffic was also another neighbor. So we all decided to go home and I gave some of my ex's younger brother's friends a lift back to the house. We went back to the cars and there was a group of cars all parked very closely together. I noticed my car was ome of the old cars my family used to own. Some guy who parked behind me parked so close it looked as if our bumpers were smashed together. So I got in my car with two girls who were friends with my ex's younger brother and i drove them home.
 
 

submitted November 10, '99

I don't remember all of the dream because it was maybe 5 months ago but I do know that I was in a type of snow covered battle field with crucifixes scattered all over it. There were people screaming in the background and blood was turning the snow red. The overall color was a redish-brown and the sky was red. Out of nowhere, one of those little remote-control cars drove around in 3 circles, and I followed it into a locker room (like the ones they had in high school). There was a girl in there and she was crying blood. The feeling and color of the room was dirty, painful, and brown. A couple other girls came out and were trying to stop the girl's crying and then I woke up...
 
 

submitted December 3, '99

i was standing in my frontyard with my friend underneath a tree. it was fall and all the leaves were pretty fall colors. the whole dream looked like an oil painting, it was beautiful. i reached up and pulled a leaf, about twice the size of my hand, of the tree to give to my friend. I said it matched his eyes or something stupid like that.  But as i was  handing it to him it began to change colors, it went from green to red  to yellow and then it dried up and went brown. then he leaned down and  kissed me. and that's all i remember, very nice dream i would have to say.

#2
i went back to my old middle school but i couldnt' find any of my old classes, and none of my new stuff fit into my old locker. My papers werent' hanging up on the wall anymore, it was the new kids. It was kinda depressing.

submitted July 29, '99

July 28

Setting : World War II
Place : soil colored brownish red, palace hall, chalet house made of unstructured form common area for captured women

Palace Hall

Theres a lot of women palace I can describe them as a whore they dressed up in an old English clothes - bodice, corset and garb with some feather on their hats with extricate decorations their skin so soft and full of cosmetics. Ive seen the man in uniform just like a general approaching to two women, he went to a coach with two women he got some blanket and laying down on it together with them, seems just they want to make fun of it. He covered the women’s half-nude bodies and they started to play. As I can observe and see them playing I just got almost feel what they are doing.

Chalet

As Ive been transferred to this house im starting to have a role of housekeeper I keep all place spic and span but nobody care to help me. I know that this place is just like a concentration camp I can see some wiring that inhibits all the areas I can viewed it as country land. Looking by the window I have a greatest fear I saw battalion of tanks and trucks passed by there are rifles and soldiers on it.

As a man in uniform entered the place I saw a underwear which was blooded and one of women told me that it was her first time with him. I entered one of the room and I’m very afraid of what I have discovered, the man in uniform followed me and I always frightened with his gestures I got a feeling that he will rape me. He keeps on asking a question as if I’m in interrogation. Still keep on looking in the windows if this man will attack I have a plan to escaped in that window but the window seems so small that only my frail body can enter. Finally he left.


 
 

submitted July 21, '99

My Wierd, Scary, Wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night Dream: I was in high school and taking a Holocaust History and Literature course, and we were always reading true accounts of prisoners and the like in the concentration camps. The details of these stories were so graphic, they were working themselves into my subconsciousness, of course without me even realizing it! In middle school, the game four-square was really popular as an activity during the lunch period. There was a balcony above the lunchroom/gym that had four 'courts' on them. Well, in my dream, I found myself standing, waiting, on a never-ending stairway up to these courts, where my doom would be determined. Hitler himself (and I'm not a Holocaust zealot in any way) was there, with all his army, killing everyone. But his final challenge was passed through the grapevine, the people awaiting their death on the endless journey up the stairs to the four-square courts. It was even more complicated because so many people I've been associated with throughout my life, people who I never even thought about, at least in years, wandered into my dream, standing with me on those stairs. And we all started a heated debate about the least painful way to die. I forget now what the three choices were, but obviously none of them seemed really great. I woke up then, and I never found out what I'd decided and why. And from the time I had that dream I've always wondered what I would have chosen and why this dream was so realistic and what it all could have meant. I'm sure there are many interpretations, but I'm curious to see what others would say.

 
 

submitted June 28, '99

I keep having the same dream about my wedding. I've had it since the beginning of January at least 4 times a week. I can see my brother and best friend and everyone I know is there, except I don't see the guy I'm marrying but I know who it is because I see his parents sitting with mine where the groom and bride's sit.

 
 

submitted May 10, '99

I was at my teacher's cottage at a lake. We were in the water and wanted to get back inside the cottage. The door to get in was on the floor of the lake, so we had to push the water aside to get to the door. Suddenly we could hear a boat in the lake. We looked up and my boss was in the boat holding a sign. As he drove by we got upset because the wake from the boat would enable us to open the door. Suddenly we looked up a saw a huge tidal wave from the boat's wake. We knew we wouldn't be able to survive the wave so we swam to the middle of the lake where a tree had grown in the middle of the lake. We held our breath and climbed down the tree under the water and held on as the wave went over us.

My friends father had just died.

We were at this condo and I asked Christos if I could meet his father when he arived. He said he'd wake me up when his father arived. I went to sleep and woke up around 5 am. I woke Christos up and asked if his father had came. He said yes and looked in the room his mother was sleeping in to see if his father had left yet. He was just getting his clothes on and came out and began making all the relitives breakfast. His uncle asked him where he had gone when he died. He told us he didn't go to heaven. (Christos's father didn't believe in god) He said he was in this other place that wasn't bad but he jsut had to do this little job and then he was able to move onto heaven.Then someone else asked if he still ahd his legs, and he started laughing and the dream ended.


 
 

submitted May 7, '99

In my dream there were all sorts of people crowding around me and I didn't know why. So I tried to get up but I couldn't get up. Then I start to faint and when I wake up I am in a garden full of slaves they forced me to get up and make the bricks for the patio. Then I woke up.

 
 

submitted November '98

#1 I was at a friend's house and we were going to sleep when I walked over to this 3ft tall cabinet trimmed in blue and opened the doors. It was raining inside of it and dripping down the shelves. Suddenly, I was outside my apartment in Chinatown but it was desolate and the buildngs were much cleaner and spread out. There was this high brick wall to my right and above it I spotted a swarm of bees. I was with someone (but I don't remember who) and we were running through the streets dodging the swarms almost like running for a touch down. Then, the bees got me. I was paralyzed, fell to the ground and covered in wealts. Suddenly, a flock of black birds or crows came down and started plucking the bees from my body as well as the welts, leaving quarter sized, yellow holes all over my legs.

#2 I was out side the house I grew up in. I turned away and looked down at my hands. They were turning purple and red. They didn't hurt, they were simply changing color. Bewildered by this, I wandered into an ice cave and looked into a mirror (yes, there was a mirror in the cave) and my gums turned a dark, cobalt blue and my tongue was white.


 
 

submitted June '98

It's night and I'm running down the street towards Josh's house. When i get there, all of a sudden it's daylight again and he's outside playing basketball. For some strange reason, I'm taller then him and wearing really cutesie clothes and my hair is longer. When he sees me, he says hi and gives me this huge hug!(Josh is a big hug person, at least for me) Then after we hug I'm wearing this cute, purple, sexy dress, and my hair is short again. He's wearing this purple suit.(purple is my fave color) Then we're kissing, inside his house, just like we did the first time we ever kissed, and when we stop kissing, We're wearing what we were wearing that day. (me: cargos and a light blue tank,Him:a white tank and navy cargo shorts) than i woke up.

 
 

August '96

I was kidnapped and being held in a warehouse, but wasn't scared. I was just sort-of going along with what was going on. They kept me for so long that I eventually began to wonder if I'd ever see my family again. Then, the guy who kidnapped me moved me to a house with this lady and her kids (who were actually the people from the TV show "Second Noah") I stayed and pretended I was his kid for a while, but finally I couldn't take it any longer. I told one of the girls, and she promised to help.

Then, I was at this swim meet/basketball game (it depended on what part of the dream I was in.) I was watching the swim meet when these three cats came in, sniffing around. I knew they were looking for me, and I watched them sniff the guy who kidnapped me. So then I'm watching the basketball game when the cats come by me. "I'm the one you're looking for!" I said quietly. The leader cat looks at me and says, "No you're not." The guy sees me talking to them and begins to come over. I can hear the cats talking about me, and I don't want him to hear, so I start to sing really loudly. Everyone starts looking at me, and that's where the dream ends.


 
 

submitted 12-6-97

You may need a little bit of background info to understand my dream. Me and "Jenny" were really tight friends but since last April I've become very annoyed with her as a person. I can never tell her when I am annoyed with her so the annoyance festered inside me and grew with everything that she did that bothered me. Lately I feel repulsed by her, I just want her to get away from me. Now for my dream.

I'm standing on the stage of this coffee house that I always go to. I am at the microphone and I have my journal in my hands. There are at least five thousand people in the coffee house, I can't see when the people end. I'm reading my journal entries about "Jenny" and everything that bothers me about her. Then she walks in the room, sits right in front of me and stares. I start reading my entries again. Everytime I mention one of her flaws or something that she does that bothers me she pulls back in pain as if I am hurting her physically. After about twelve times of reading my journal she stands up and trys to destroy my journal.

I yell at her and tell her that my feelimg and my journal are unbreakable, they wont go away. She pulls out a glass magic wand and again trys to destroy my journal. I grab the wand and she screams "Don't break it, It bears my soul!" I throw it on the ground and step on it and do everything in my powers to break it. When it's finnaly broken she shrivels into a small blond (she is blond) rat with a very long tail. Then I'm walking down my street and I see a dead rat with her name burned into it.


 
 

submitted 10-19-97

My dream starts off in my bedroom. My friend and I are debating on whether or not we want to sneak out. Well we decide we want to and as I'm crawling out my basement window, I look up and the surroundings aren't what they are supposed to be. The outside of my house is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. It's a tropical environment with a waterfall and plants and flowers. (The colors are so vivid also) Where the waterfall gathers in a deep pond like water well, there's a very large rock, these people, who I have never seen before in my life, are jumping off the rocks into the water. They notice us and some of them come over to greet us. They are only talking to me and not to my friend, which I found rather odd. They say "Hi, Sarah. It's about time you come here. Would you guys like to join us?" We gladly accept.

My friend runs off with them while I am still standing there enjoying the scenery. I start to go in the direction the others went in but someone calls my name. It's a voice I recognize but haven't heard in a long time. I turn around and it is my best friend who died in a car accident a few months before this dream. I look at her in awe. She starts talking to me and she asks me if I like this place. I said Ilove it. She said "Good, I'm glad you like it. Sarah this is the place we will all meet when the time is right." That's all she needed to say. we both looked at eachother and gave a loving smile and started to walk toward the others.


 
 

7-9-97

I'm feeling very uncomfortable. I know that there is something wrong with my body but I don't know what it is. I go into the bathroom and lift up my shirt and look into the mirror. The exposed skin is completely covered with bumps. The bumps are very pronounced and look as if i had covered my body with glue and rolled in red hots but _it is my skin_. I peel off my shorts and shirt and hear a "tick" sound as bumps dislodge themselves and fall onto the tile floor. I'm horrified by all of this and feeling a bit faint so i sit down on the toilet. I look back at the mirror and am again horrified to see that my head is about twice as large as it normally is AND i have no hair on the top of my head. I see my reflection reach up and feel the balding area and see the look of terror and misery on my face. I say to myself, "This is terrible. This must be a dream." I wake.

 
 

8-2-83

I was going to be a crystal singer and was on my way to a satellite to begin my career. The spaceship looked like a little car and there were some old men in it with me. We drove along a street until we saw a break in the clouds in the sky and then we took off. While we were flying, I saw that the pilot was Mrs. VanEtten. She was taking us to the beach. We arrived and landed on a small strip of island. I saw some friends and we talked for a while. I was back on the spaceship that was headed for the satellite but then it was a speed boat. I saw a shark fin in the water behind us. We went up in the air to escape. A rope was hanging down from the boat and the shark rose up out of the water and hung on to it. But it wasn't a shark. It was Batman, wearing his black cape. We shook him off and he fell on some people below. We continued on.

 
 

2-19-91?

For reasons unknown I am killing my brother, Darrell. I have a vague notion that I already killed my sister, Jaki and now I am repeatedly stabbing Darrell with a pen. He sits at the dining room table in shock and looks more wearied with each stab. In my mind I know that Dad is outside working in the yard and I think about how I will dispose of Darrell's body. After approximately 15 jabs, he's still not dead so I go to the bookcase and grab a pair of scissors. I'm crying at this point and I even think that Darrell tries to push me away. I scream that I'm sorry and that I wish I could reverse the whole situation and then I stab him with the scissors. He slumps over in the chair. I take his body out into the backyard and place it next to the garbage cans. I cover him with dirt so that Dad won't see him. I bring the body over to the brook in the backyard and release it to float downstream into the tunnel. While it's floating I notice that the body is that of my father, not Darrell. Dad is floating downstream and he opens his eyes, gets out of the water and goes back to work. I quickly get Darrell's body and let it float downstream. I guide it into the tunnel and then it gets stuck on some debris. He's covered with blood. I feel really bad but I push it through until I see it float around the bend.

From Peggy Vickers, "The Home Book of Fortune Telling:" "To dream of killing someone or something, or being a witness to the act, signifies success in dealing with great emotional problems which are about to arise."


 
 

6-18-97

I had purchased a spoon and decided to have it engraved. I was told, with great emphasis, that once I decided to have the engraving done I could not change my mind. I thought this was a bit unusual but assured the clerk that I wanted the spoon engraved. The receipt was stamped and signed and I was told to read the "Engaving Agreement". I discovered that if any mistakes were made in the engraving process a new spoon would be selected and the price of the new spoon would be charged to my credit card. I protested, saying the engraving process was their responsibility. There was nothing to be done, I had signed "The Agreement". Suddenly I was in a very dirty shop, resembling more a wood shop than anything else. The spoon was locked in place and the engraving had begun. I remember re-assuring myself that the store had a good reputation and all would 'hopefully' be well. The engraving tool slipped and the damaged spoon was thrown away, it was the third one.
 
 

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