There was like an Easter competition.
It involved swimming in a lake in my hometown.
I won.
When I got out of the lake, my skin looked extremely red and irritated, and a bit swollen, too.
My grandma was working at the laundromat, so I ran there.
I went in the back room where she was at, and asked if I could get in the tub if I kept my swimsuit on.
She agreed.
Oh, and during all this, for some reason, I'm a child again. Probably about six or seven years old.
Anyways, I kept talking to her, but she said she still had alot of work she needed to get done.
Then my Mom came in, and my Grandma told my Mom that I would have to leave because I was being annoying.
Then Mom got me out of the tub and carried me home.
Then I looked at my legs, and realized they were no longer red and irritated.
Instead, they'd turned into beautiful scales.
And the skin that could be seen on my stomach, was beautiful, and seemed almost like it was sparkling.
When my Mom came into the room I said "Look Mommy! I have scales!"
And she acted a bit frightened and said "Yes honey, you have scales..."

Then I woke up.

I joined a rebellion group.
Against what, I'm not sure.
But I remember that everybody in this group had extremely hairy chests, including myself.
Then I woke up.

I'm riding a bike through the countryside with one of my best guy friends.
We're traveling through the whole country this way.
When we get to California, we find this "free hotel".
When we ask to check in, the guy says all the rooms are taken but we can sleep in the auditorium.
We meet this old man who's waiting with his wife, to get into the auditorium area.
His wife starts yelling about my necklace.
Then the man tells me a story.
He says every piece of jewelry has a curse, no matter where it came from.
He says his wife had a necklace whose curse made her crazy.
He tells me that I should get rid of my necklace immediately.
But I don't want to.
It's a family heirloom that my great grandma was wearing when she died.
I decide to keep my necklace.
Everybody is sleeping in chairs, so my guy friend and I do the same.
Most of the chairs have wheels on them.
I end up sleeping in a wheely chair in from of the crazy old woman.
I start to realize and accept I'm going to die soon.
A feeling of peacefulness washes over me.
Then I start to think about the different ways I could die.
In the end, I know it will be the old lady hitting my chair and knocking me off the stage that will kill me.
I go to sleep completely content.

(btw, I've never seen the necklace I was wearing in my dream before. It's not really a family heirloom, but in my dream it was....)

I'm sitting in a sort of ski lodge in the mountains.
I'm just looking out the window at more beautiful mountains.
Sitting there, I just feel happy.
Then the scene changes and I'm at school, talking to my guy friend.
Then I go talk to my "best" friend.
She starts crying.
I ask her what's wrong and she points at my guy friend.
Then she explains how he likes me more than he likes her.
She's not used to it, because everybody likes her better than me.
So to try to get her to shut up, I try convinces her that he likes her more than me.
It doesn't work.
Then I'm back on the mountain.
But this time, I'm out in the snow.
I feel really scared and I feel something come up behind me.
Then it feels like a pressure it lifted off my head.
Then I stand up and look down and see my body, laying there lifelessly.
But my head is completely gone, and the snow is soaked with my blood.
I hear a roar.
Then I'm in my speech class, hiding in a bunch of blankets.
My speech teacher comes in with two tall (black) guys.
She's talking about how alot of people have been found ripped apart.
I shudder.
She looks down and sees me.
The other guys look down, and see nothing.
When they leave, I ask her why only she could see me.
She says it's because she has a gift, where she can see spirits.
I ask her what killed me, and she says something that resembles a dragon.
Then I'm off to find my Dad.
I'm crying uncontrollably now, because I know I will never be "real" again.
At least, not as myself (I believe in reincarnation).
When I find my Dad, I lose it even more.
I run into his arms and I'm having a panic attack.
He asks me what happened and I tell him: I died.
His face falls.
Then he just holds me in his arms and tells me everything will be alright.
Then my Mom comes in and asks whats happened.
We tell her, and then she starts crying, too.
Then my Dad is giving me all this stuff.
I tell him I don't need it, since I'm dead.
He tells me that's exactly why I need it.
Then a boat is being prepared.
My body is put into it, and a blanket over that, since I'm headless.
Then all the stuff is put into the boat.
It sort of reminds me of a viking ritual.
My Mom hugs me one last time and tells me everything will be fine.
Then my Dad says he's leading me & everyone else that died into the underworld.
In the dream, my Dad looks like a great viking warrior.
So we get in the line-up and I'm the first boat behind my Dad.
I'm really scared, but my Dad says I will be fine.
We're in a sewer with a strong current.
My Dad tells me to hold onto my boat, so I don't get lost along the way.
I look back behind me and see hundreds of other boats with people hanging desperately on.
I look in their boats and see their bodies, the eyes open, staring blankly ahead.
They're pale and their eyes are purple.
I feel sad and stunned.
I know they've died the same way I did.
Then we stop moving and I realize we're there.
I see a portal and I'm even more afraid.
I cling to my Dad and tell him I can't do it.
But he says I have to, and that my great-grandma is there waiting for me.
That makes me feel more confident.
My dad also says I'll be able to go to the viewing room and watch them if I'm feeling home sick.
That makes me cry again.
Knowing this will be the last time I'll get to talk to him, and that I've had my final hugs.
Then I go into the portal and see my great-grandma waiting for me, but she looks relatively young (for a grandma).
She smiles at me, we hug, and I realize my life's really just begun.

I have a dream I'm at this massive Christmas-themed mall in New York.
It's me and a female friend (but I have no idea who she is, really).
We have to stay the night in a room in the "mall".
We run into these two little homeless boys, so we say they can stay in the room with us.
The beds in the room are just MASSIVE.
There's three of them.
And they're the same Christmas-theme as the rest of the mall.
The beds are big enough to fit like 3 adults in one, and still have room.
The boys each have their own, and there's an extra bed.
But since the boys are so small, we put them into the same bed.
Then I remember something about the third bed has to be used for my "surgery".
Then I immediately know it's for foot surgery.
Even though I walk fine and all that, for some reason I need foot surgery.
Then I'm in the bed being operated on, but I can feel everything.
I can feel them cut my foot open and poke around in there and all of it.
It's like HELL.
Then I wake up.

My teeth keep hurting no matter what I eat, no matter how soft it is.
So I go look in the bathroom mirror.
I look and see my filling is gone, but my tooth looks normal.
I think nothing of it.
I look again later, and my tooth has like, dissolved almost.
There's this big gaping hole in my tooth where my gums are all bloodied up.
It hurts like hell.
I tell my Mom, and she says "oh, that's too bad"
But I can't go to the dentist, because we don't really have one.

Then I wake up.

I'm in like a sort of gypsy camp.
It's really weird....I don't live with like my Mom and Dad...
I live with my Grandparents.
I'm sitting in the tent where I live
And then I get really pissed off, for no apparent reason.
So I go outside....
And then I see this guy that I got kinda romantic with for a night in 2008.
But he's two years younger than me, so I decided I wasn't gonna go there, because I kinda felt like a creep.
Anyways, I immediately feel so happy when I see him.
So I just talk with him for a couple minutes.
Then my Grandparents call me in so I leave.
Then I have some meeting or something with this weird guy.
He's like, one of the most "well-known" gypsies (among our camp, anyways).
And then I realize that my Grandparents are actually trying to set me up with him, even though he's much older than me.
Like, 10 years older than me.
So I run away.
And then I see the guy that I had a thing with again.
He asks me whats wrong.
And so I tell him.
And then he puts his arms around me.
I feel like I really like him.
I try to tell him, but I just can't.
And then I'm woken up.

All the colors were really bright, in the dream.
And, the color I remember most from the dream is yellow.

I'm in my old house that we always refer to as the "Hell House".
I'm in my old bedroom, and my Mom, Dad, Older Brother (OB), and Young Brother(YB) are also in my bedroom with me.
I'm huddled against a wall, with my head between my knees.
I lift my head to look at my parents.
They're holding the door shut.
I'm scared.
They're protecting me, because somebody wants me dead.
I don't know the reason, but they want me dead.
The assassins shoot through the door.
My Dad is gone first.
Then my OB.
Then last, my Mom....
I just sit there watching, stunned.
I don't know what to do, but I don't cry.
My YB is the only one of my immediate family left.
He pretty much picks me up and shoves me in the closet, to try to protect me.
I have a blanket over me, and I'm up against the wall again.
Then a few guys burst in, and I think they're going to kill me.
But then, they tell me they're here to defend me, to save me.
As the assassins burst in, the dudes kill them.
However, as I take the blanket off my head, I notice they're invisible.
Or, at least to me they are.
I don't know about the others though.
Then I can sense their auras.
So I know where they're at, even though I can't see them with my own eyes.
Then the scene changes.
I'm in a little village.
I'm still running from the assassins.
It's fall in the village, and it's completely beautiful.
It looks like something you would only see in a movie...
But I feel uneasy in the village.
And then I see why.
There's a traitor, that's involved with the assassins.
Or so I think.
I end up getting in an argument with her about it, and she tells me the reason I think she's a traitor but she's really not.
I can't remember what it was however.
Then I'm in one of the cabins, with a friend helping me.
This time we're both fighting off the assassins, even though I still only have the freaky aura thing going on.
Then I'm back in that dark little closet.
I've just opened my eyes.
I wasn't really in the little village, it was only a vision, in my head.
The room is dark, and the feeling is depressing and hopeless.
I tell them they should give up, and just let them kill me, since they're obviously exhausted from fighting, and I don't want them to get hurt.
But they won't, they keep on fighting.
And I keep telling them to just hand me over to the assassins.

Then I wake up.

I'm in the house I'm currently living in.
However, the colors are all kind of washed out and gloomy.
I lift up my mattress, and there is a monster bag of weed under it.
Then my little brother comes in and tries to steal it.
So I shove it in my bra.
He wants it so bad he's trying to pull it out by the little piece of bag sticking out of my bra.
Then he goes and tells my Mom what I've been smoking, apparently.
She comes in and she's completely cool with it.
At one point, she says something about actually wanting to join me.
She just doesn't care.
Then my cell phone rings.
I look at it and there's a name, so I must know them.
The name is Onyx. Then his last name starts with a 'B', but I can't remember exactly what it was.
Onyx says he wants to hang out with me now, so I should go over to his house.
So I do.
Apparently he and I are good friends or something, because I know exactly where he lives.
I walk in and there's a big fan in his room.
He's sitting behind it.
Now I'm starting to remember that Onyx is quite a troublemaker, but I'm still not sure about the relationship between us.
Then Onyx tells me that he's suicidal.
Then the scene changes.
I'm out on the street, just walking.
I can see my breath; it's winter but there is no snow on the ground.
I get a phone call from Onyx.
I'm just watching myself talk to him, from outside my body.
Then I'm back in my body again, and I'm rushing over to Onyx's house.
Something is really worrying me, but I can't figure out what, since I missed that phone conversation.

Then I wake up.

Okay, so first you probably need a little bit of background. There's this guy, let's call him "A", and we've kind of always had a thing without it really going anywhere. Okay, enough history.

I'm in this weird room I've never seen before in my life.
I'm wearing this weird outfit.
I'm wearing my ripped blue jeans, but then I'm wearing this shirt that cuts down the middle pretty much all the way to my belly button.
At this point, I'm seeing it from a third-person perspective.
I'm watching the events unfold.
I'm watching myself act kind of psycho.
I rip the shirt off myself.
My friend A walks in and kind of flips out on me then.
He asks me what the hell I'm doing, and forces me to put the shirt back on.
I start to calm down a little bit.
Then he just leaves me.
After that a blue car pulls up.
It turns out it's some of my other friends.
They're making me go fishing with them.
I get in the car, and I'm laughing with my friend B (male).
It's really eerie looking outside, with fog rolling over the water.
Then I get really creeped out, and start to walk away from the group.
Next thing I know, I'm back in that room.
So is A.
He's asking me to go to this Metallica Concert with him.
I agree, even though I only like about two Metallica songs (I prefer Megadeth).
The next thing I know, I'm sitting in my Biology class.
A and I aren't talking for some reason.
That's odd, because we never stop talking to each other.
I feel really awkward, and for some reason slightly angry at him.
It has something to do with his girlfriend saying him and I can't hang out anymore.
Then the scene changes.
I'm sitting back in that damn room.
I'm staring at the Metallica Concert ticket.
I want to go, but I don't want to have to sit next to A.
Then the scene changes again.
I'm looking at A (from a third person perspective), and he's also just looking at the Metallica Concert ticket.
Then I sort of know his thoughts.
He's thinking about how he wants to go, but he's not sure what he'll say to me.
He has something important to say, but doesn't know how to say it.
He and his gf just broke up.

Then I wake up.

So the odd thing is, this morning I logged onto my chat thing, and A told me he and his gf had just broken up. And he sounded very happy about it. I had no idea they were going to break up though because they seemed perfectly happy. 0_o

Okay, so the other day I was sitting at my kitchen table, because I had gotten a bit dizzy.
I closed my eyes and then something odd happened.
I got this image in my mind, of a woman struggling to try to get out of a car.
It frightened me because I didn't know what the heck, so I opened my eyes.
I tried to close them again and everything I could think of, but it did not happen again.
Dream or not a dream?

0_o

I had this dream last night.

I'm sleeping on the couch (as I often do these days since my bed is broken).
I wake up (in the dream).
It's 3:30 A.M.
I hear beautiful music, and look towards the piano that sits next to the couch.
The piano is playing itself.
I feel peaceful, watching the keys move under an invisible force.
Then I hear a girl giggle.
It really is quite relaxing...
and then I realize it's a spirit playing the piano.
Normally people would freak out, but it still calms me...

Then I wake up.

This dream was a while ago, I just didn't have the time to post it.

I'm going to take a shower.
I see a spider sitting in the tub, it's a large, black, hairy spider.
I call my Mom in to kill it for me.
My Mom smashes it into little tiny pieces.
Then the pieces form into other little spiders.
We try killing these, and then they form into bats.
The bats are flying around in a swarm.
I feel the a rage take over my body (as it often does in the dreams I have with these bats in them).
I snarl and start ripping the bats apart with my fingernails.
My Mom is just standing there.
I look at my fingers and there is pieces of bat stuck under my nails.

Then I wake up.

I'm in a little bedroom, in a large bed.

My Mom is to my left, on a computer.

Then I look to my right and I see an acquaintance of mine. We sometimes talk casually, but we're not really friends.

My doll Molly (that I've had since I was four) is in between me and my acquaintance, then I move her to talk to him better.

Then suddenly he rips the blanket off me and starts trying to rape me.

My Mom is just sitting there.

Then my Mom just glances over, gets out of the computer chair, and just starts screaming at him to stop it, stop it.

Then the scene switches.

I'm at my friend's house. My whole class is sitting on her stairs, and there's this other classmate of mine, we'll call him classmate 2. He's in front of us all, and so is his female friend (classmate 2 and I used to be best friends, but he's kind of an ass now).

Then they start doing this weird little dance thing, and they're singing, and the song is basically about me being a whore, and that I never was raped.

So I go up to them, and I walk up to the female friend and say "f**k you!" and then I go over to him, punch him in the nose and say "and f**k you, too!"
And then I just stalk off up the stairs, probably stepping on people on the way.

Then I go into my friend's room, and her and my other friend are standing there smoking a cigarette.

I just start crying, and they come over and give me a hug, the ash falling into my hair.

Then I wake up.

It's winter.

I'm walking with a group of about 5 friends.

We get cold.

We stop at one of the nearest houses and ask if we can come inside, just to warm up.

The man at the door politely lets us in.

We all go inside and crowd around the fire.

Me and my guy friend in the group begin wandering around.

I feel bad vibes coming from the man that agreed to let us come inside and warm up.

Me and my guy friend enter into a room.

There's only a small lit candle in it, no electricity, bigger candle, lantern, or anything else.

We go to a big table in the center of the room.

We see figurines.

Four girls. One guy. The same as the numbers in our group.

They're sprawled on the table. Some have their heads chopped off, or a knife where their heart should be. We realize it's a plan for a murder, and a gory, painful murder, nonetheless. We realize the man's planning to murder us.

We head back into the main room, pale-faced and scared.

The murderer is in the room with my friends.

I do the most stupid thing one can do, and I yell "Murderer!" at him.

He looks at me smiling and starts chuckling. His smile is warm and charming while his eyes are stone cold. However, he does not deny it. He confesses he is indeed a murderer, but claims to have no intention of harming us.

One of the girls in the group asks the murderer if he can driver her home. He says it would be his pleasure. That sickens me.

Then my view switches.

I'm driving a car down the icy road in the winter, how easy it would be to run the car off the road.....

No! I must deliver her safely home. I decide I can always come back for her later, now that I know where she lives. And as for the others, if they are persistent on walking home, I can always just follow them. If I was ever given a good gift in life, it was my stealth.....

Then my view switches back to my own person.
I had been seeing through the eyes of the murder, I guess you could say I was in their head.

When he returns to his house, he asks us if we would like a ride. I politely decline. He insists we let him give us a ride, since it's so cold out. The other 2 girls say they would like a ride.

This is when I realize my guy friend and I must make an escape. Both the girls live nearby each other, which is in the way opposite direction of my house.

After I'm sure we won't be seen, I grab my guy friend's arm and make a run for it.

I'm running faster & faster. The street is quiet, all I can hear is my own panicked breaths.

When we're close to my house, we slow a little, and my guy friend looks as though he's going to cry, saying the murderer must know where we live and is going to kill us. We're inside my house, I feel safe, and I tell my guy friend we're going to be fine.

I smile at my guy friend and he smiles back, still looking terrified.

Then I wake up.