Bee Stings & Moving to Alaska

I am going through this manmade plastic tunnel with my friend Candy and suddenly start to feel stings on my arms. I realize that the tunnel is filled with bees. We rush out as quickly as possible to find a scientist waiting for us at the end. He asks how many stings we have. I tell him about six or seven on my arms. I don't know the purpose of the study.


I find myself hiking up a hill with someone. We are about to move and find a house to buy. We are heading to Alaska. I agree to move there as long as we are near the ocean and/or by mountains. Up ahead there is a large hill/cliff where people are laying on the edge. The people represent their houses. We walk up to them, up the steep mountain and the land turns vertically, making us fall off.

Stunning Apartment for Rent

Someone is moving out of an affordable, college type apartment. A friend of mine is looking for a good place so I suggest we go look at it together. (This friend changes back and forth between two friends. Julie & Janet)

We walk in and it is the most stunning apartment that I've ever seen. It is about the size of a single wide trailer, with the narrow living room but above are two levels created just for magnificent displays of nicknacks and glass... or whatever! There is a spiral staircase that leads to a second floor. The apartment keeps getting bigger. It was supposed to be a small, one or two bedroom apartment but it is turning out to be huge! On the first floor, we walk to the right and find a huge room with a guy laying in bed. For some reason, I'm led to believe it's her husband that has passed away. I feel like she just can't move on from it. Then suddenly, the man jolts awake and looks towards us. His bed is luxurious though there are piles of junk and clutter surrounding him. The lady who lives didn't really explain much about him.


We walk up the spiral staircase. Everything is so beautiful. She shows us her bedroom. Once we climb up the staircase, we have to also climb on a rickety ladder to get up.

We go to the basement and it is a huge farmer's market filled with fresh vegetables and herbs. The market is made for the tenants disposal. The tenants have no need to go grocery shopping because all the food they could ever want is produced in their basement. It's amazing.

Lucid Dream- Flying & Telling People I'm Dreaming

I'm at a friend's house. Her house is haunted by a scary ghost. I walk upstairs into her bathroom and look in the mirror. There is blood running down, all over my face. I am so scared.

I think to myself, I don't want to be this scared. I hate this feeling. And instantly, I realized that I was dreaming because this is too unreal to be true.

Now that I'm not scared anymore, I try to think of something cool to do. I can do whatever I want because I know I'm only dreaming. The only thing I think of is to start flying. I fly around and it is so cool.

Then, I am getting a piggy back ride from a stranger. I like the closeness. It's somewhat romantic. Instead of feeling romance from this stranger I decide to change him into my husband. I can instantly tell he is my husband just by the back of his head. I get off his back and he turns back into the stranger. He is mad that I did this. While running, I yell back at him, "This is only a dream! We are dreaming! YOU are dreaming! It isn't real!" He does not believe me. I keep running and then he is gone.

I run into my friend Deeve. He is trying to talk to me but I keep flying up above him. I tell him that we are only dreaming! I tell him over and over that this is a lucid dream. I want him to remember this in the morning. I realize that it's only my dream but I'm curious to find out if he will dream about this too. I tell him again to remember this dream.

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I wake up and email him. Still waiting to hear back. :)

Wedding Drunkenness

I'm at another wedding. Doug is here too. I don't want to make a fool of myself again so I am not going to drink this time. Last time I blacked out and danced with him twice. I only remember dancing with him once...

The dancing has been going on for a couple hours now and people are starting to feel their drinks. I run into Doug outside of the dance floor and he is completely drunk. Last time he barely took a sip. He has vomit on his shirt. It's pretty gross but I ignore it.

"I drank way too much! I feel so sick!" He drunkenly stumbles towards me and I tell him that he will be alright and give him a hug.

"Do you want to dance?" The music slows and I have to help him keep his balance. We dance and I feel bad that he doesn't feel well but much better about myself now that I know he didn't judge me for my drunkenness at the previous wedding. We are once and for all equals.

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I wake up to receive a message I've been waiting over a week for to redeem myself from wedding drunkenness. (A message I assumed I'd never get.)

Sight Reading Music at Performance

At the festival, I'm expected to play in my high school band again. Everyone else seems to have practiced their parts but I just get my music and French Horn and we have to perform. The lead French Horn is playing a different instrument so I will be playing the only French Horn part. I'm nervous but everyone says I'll do fine. I guess I'm an okay sight reader.

Sex with Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl

Chuck & I are a thing. It's a good thing. I doubt it's a real relationship but we are always finding places to have sex. And it is good sex. In the shower... behind curtains at a festival... everywhere. He is sexy. He says he never went down on a girl, but he did for me... in the shower. It was amazing, especially with the water dripping all over his sexy, muscular body.

Evil Presence: End of the World

The world as we know it has ended. Most people have died due to starvation and disease. I'm with a small group of about six people and we are constantly moving forward, trying to find something or someplace to survive.

We wander through a forest and come across many vacant manufactured homes. I go inside a small camper and find a fridge full of unspoiled food. I grab us all granny smith apples and we leave. There is a dead man lying in the back bed. It should be very creepy but we have seen a lot of dead people over the passed months. We deal with the deaths by ignoring them and moving quickly on.


We reach an opening in the forest. I see what looks like to be a small, thriving village. There are fields of crops and even some businesses up and running. This village does not accept outsiders like us. Every since the first person made eye contact with us, they've all been giving us evil glares. We do not belong here. I can tell they want to cause us harm. We need to leave as soon as possible. It's so hard to just walk away though because we didn't know this many people existed still. We've been alone for quite awhile.

We walk along a dirt road until we see a small farmer's market store. I go inside and find a piece of food to steal and shove into my pocket. I can feel an old man's feelings towards wanting to cause us harm. We need to get out of here. I quickly walk out of the store and we all head through the city. I see that a crop field has been harvested and suddenly I have my hands on some spaghetti noodles. I toss the spaghetti noodles in the field, claiming the field as mine. The noodles are supposed to grow crops. Instead of staying, I find myself being chased by someone briefly.


It is night time. We make it onto the edge of a mountain side where we are on the outside parts of the village. We can see the whole village from our view. We make our way through a field of clothing lines with tons of clothes and blankets hanging to dry. I grab three blankets for us to hide in and share while we get some rest. There is a house with lights on nearby but we are all really exhausted. We try to sleep but can't because we fear being caught.


Throughout this whole journey, there is an evil presence that does not like us. We have to keep moving in fear of being caught and harmed. At one point, there is a man who has power that I come in contact with. I find out that my daughter is not mine and that she must be "dealt" with, meaning gotten rid of. First, I am ordered to beat her with a baseball bat but instead I realize that I can adopt her. Even if she isn't mine, I can still keep her by the adoption process. [wtf]