Running After French Pranker Guy

I see this large bag at a store for only $5.00! It is definitely worth a good $50.00. The entire shelf is filled with expensive bags for this cheap sale price. Everyone is going crazy. I instantly find one I like and plan on buying it when suddenly we all find out that this is just a big prank. This French guy has pulled this prank and will soon get into a lot of trouble. All the higher authorities in the area are not happy with him and are planning to incarcerate him as soon as they can gather evidence and put him on trial.

Even though the higher authorities are not happy with this French man, they are allowing him to pull the prank again. He changes all the prices of the bags one more time and just like before, customers swarm the area. I watch without giving away the big joke. I find him in a hall and talk to him in French. He says that he has to go. He is going to run away from the law. I desperately ask him, "HOW DO YOU CALL 911 IN FRANCE??" "WHAT ARE THE EMERGENCY NUMBERS?" He is my only contact person and I need to know this ASAP before he leaves me. He starts running away without telling me the numbers. Suddenly he is much much farther away and I start running after him. He is about 20 minutes in front of me and I have no clue where he is going so I just start running casually. If I don't sprint I will be able to run forever. I'm running down a sidewalk. I feel a sense of freedom. It feels good to run. It's a sunny day and there are lovely trees and beautiful green grass lawns. I see Lex up ahead and he is running too. I intentionally bump into him and pass him as if I don't recognize him. He notices me and I start to laugh. We are running side by side and it is nice to see him. I haven't seen him in awhile. I tell him I'm looking for this French guy and blah blah blah I wake up.

Underground Society Beneath the United States

I'm trying to find my cousin James. He disappeared about a year ago and no one has heard from him since. He was living as a bum with some government food stamps and living allowances but chances are he even lost all that. My aunt knows where he is though and since we've been talking a lot, she is letting me in on their secret. He is doing okay, alive nonetheless, and living underground, beneath the United States in a secret society. This is what my aunt tells me though I don't believe her entirely because she is prone to lying. Soon enough, I am there in the underground society. The lights are a bright but yellowy toned. I don't see James anywhere, nor do I expect him to be there. My aunt tells me he is working but I highly doubt it. He probably quit and is living on the streets beneath the land, rotting away.

I am with my aunt and several others conversing in a building of some sort. Outside there is a large driveway that runs up a pretty steep hill. It's a dirt road with green grass along the side and several trees scattered alongside of the road up towards the top of the hill. There is suddenly something chasing us all. I do not have time to get in my vehicle and drive away from this THING chasing us. It is an unknown thing but I have to get away fast or else I'm done for. I start sprinting up hill because I feel like I can get there faster than any other method of travel. I'm running and running but the weight of my body is slowing me down. I can't seem to go fast at all. There are several rocks and pits in the dirt that I keep getting stuck in. Eventually the scene changes but I am holding on for dear life to another person. Either the other person or I am getting pulled by this machine/thing. I'm holding on so tight. I'm not really scared even though it's bad.

There is more to this dream that I can't remember.

Back With My Grandma During Her Last Days

I am with my grandma. She is alive in my dream but going through cancer treatments still. Her hair is still gone/ slightly growing back in. She is not doing so well. We are in a room, where she is laying on a couch. Some nurses come in to check on her and ask her if she can swallow her pills. She acts out that she can't swallow the pills very well. The nurses are going to grab her and give her something to pass out so they can fix the problem and ensure she takes her medicine. She mouths my name in extreme terror. She is so scared. She yells it but it barely comes out because she is "loopy" from all the pain medications. She yells it twice and I see her fearful eyes staring back at me. The nurse grabs her head and shoves a needle in her forehead. She instantly passes out.

I can't handle all the pain. I don't want her to suffer like this. This is so unfair. I don't know what to do. Somehow I know the nurses are doing what is best for her even though they injected her with such force. :/

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My other grandma is comforting me in my dream. I have tears in my eyes. I wake up.

Crossing The Lake at Midnight

There is a large, lake that I have to cross for some reason. It is midnight and hence, very dark outside. It's pitch black. It is kind of scary for some reason. There is some type of high school activity going on in a lit up warehouse type place. It is either a football game after party or school dance. It's like a pole barn with a huge light outside. I'm wandering around outside. I walk past several teenagers and then decide it's time to cross the lake. I start swimming and suddenly someone I know is swimming across with me. I see a dolphin swimming up next to us. It's really exciting until I become afraid. I have a terrifying feeling the dolphin will turn into a shark and attack us. I feel like I have seen that in a movie or on the discovery channel. I try my best to block it out and we eventually make it to the other side. I climb up a dark brown ladder up to a dock. I see a large group of homeless children shivering and huddling together in a corner of the fence. I instantly run over and scoop of the baby and let the small kids wrap their arms around me. For some reason, I am not wet here. I am warming them up because they are so cold. I don't know why all these kids have been abandoned but I am not letting them stay like this. I decide to sleep there with them and in the morning I will figure out what to do. I wake up.

Trying To Move In With French Guy

I am in a place that is very similar to the Grand Place in Brussels, but I am in France and not Belgium. I want to move here permanently since I am only visiting on vacation. I have no life anywhere else so it is perfect. I love France. I love speaking French. I meet this attractive, blond haired French guy. He shows me his apartment and jokes to me that it is for rent. I respond with serious interest.
"I would love to check out your place!" He opens the door and I see everything neatly organized. There is a lot of black and white. It is very fancy in here. I don't even think about the fact that it must cost a fortune to live here.
"I was just kidding. I'm not renting out. I still live here."
"Do you need a roommate?" I persist on. "Tu t'appelles comment?" I continue in French try to make my American-self worthy of staying in his country. "Tu viens d'ici?" I try and ramble as much French as I can remember. His friend is walking nearby us and is teasing me in all my effort. We walk through the Grand Place and head out somewhere... Who knows where... BECAUSE I WAKE UP.

Husband is Beating Me

My husband is beating me. I'm huddled into a corner feeling helpless. The light is somewhat dim and yellow tinted. The walls might be yellow. I can't move because I'm frozen in pain and fear. He has stopped but I feel a strong sense of being defeated. I have no more will to fight for my own life. I will obey everything he tell me to do. I wake up.

Can't Remember My Dreams

The purpose of this blog is to try to gain dream recollection by writing down my dreams quickly after waking up... or if I'm lazy, later in the day. (But then I miss several details.) I haven't been posting because well, I haven't remembered my dreams. Lame. So I just wanted you all to know that I am here... waiting to go back to sleep and wake up with a dream to write down! :P