Underground Elementary Crime Ring

August 17th 2016

I’m in elementary school again, sitting in class when my teacher comes up to me, pounding on my desk. The principal comes in and I scream out for him to help me. The teacher ended up getting fired for harassment but now I’m worried about what will happen to all of us.  Our secret will be found out and we’ll all get caught.

The gym teacher pulls me  I said, jamming the yellow folder in my face asking what I’ve done. I explained to her that there’s nothing to worry about, no one will believe him if he rats on us, we’re safe. Everyone will just think that he’s trying to save himself from a worse punishment. She ushers me outside saying that my schedule had to be changed because all of our partners are out to get me.

I walk into a kickball game when the gym teacher comes to me and says we’re no longer safe, they’re coming for us. She called the police man to come pick me up and take me somewhere safe since he’s the only one we can trust. She’s giggling as she says, “I just hope it’s not too awkward, he is your ex!”. I wake up…I wonder what the secret is!

But Where Are Your Teeth?!

August 17th 2016

I’m running through a forest when I come upon a big car park in front of what looks like a theme park. I get inside and it looks like a survivor-like obstacle course theme park. I’m jumping and running through tunnels and over hills and climbing ropes and stuff, being chased by something!

I run into the guy I’m seeing and he grabs my hand, ready to meet my parents! But first, we have to go on a roller coaster so he hands me his teeth…obviously. As we go through the final loop of the coaster I drop them! No worries, he said, we’ll just go down and find them.

We get off the roller coaster, against the flow of traffic. The people start looking afraid and then they start running the other direction. We still power through being told that we can’t go this way! It’s okay, we’re looking for teeth! So they let us pass. I find them and hand them back to this guy. He is just so happy and excited, grabs my hand and leads me to my mom, dad and Aunties. It’s like he knew them the whole time, and I completely forget that something was chasing me until now.

To get out of the park we have to tarzan swing over this canyon and water to escape…and we do. No troubles. I wake up.

Escape the Aliens, Get in the Van!

August 10th ish 2016

We’re camping in a giant tent in a camp ground, America style. We’re in a pine forest with campsites everywhere. Most people are walking around, doing camping things. We have our dogs as well, Wally’s just hanging out with me. All of the sudden there’s a huge crash from the sky

A few of us come-to inside a cavern. This thing that fell from above punched us down into some type of massive underground cave. As I look around there are still a few of us and our dogs with our things scattered around. I turn around from my tent and see this huge metal, alien looking cone shaped ship thing. There’s something trying to get out and it’s making some headway, I can see the shape of something punching it’s way through a crack in this alien pod.

A van comes screeching around the corner, the driver yelling at us to “get in, we have to leave now it’s almost too late!”. There’s about three of us including a friend, Katie, trying to make our way in with our dogs and a few things. The driver explains that the crash turned almost everyone into zombies and once the alien gets out we’ll never be able to leave the cavern.

Driving through a dark and foggy night we hit this wall of zombies limping and shambling towards us, arms out trying to eat us. We swerve for some, run over others until there’s a clearing. We drive straight through a shallow stream that shoots right over a cliff, and lands in a nice sleepy little town. We’re looking around at each other, completely amazed that we made it out alive when Katie realizes her dog got left behind!

We start driving back to see the dog running at us, she must have followed us out! She seems like she’s in a trance, though, and wanders into a red farm house with a big tree out front and an old street light lamp in the front yard. We try to follow her inside and coax her out when a booming voice of a woman comes from inside and the door slams. This voice (who strangely sounds like Kathy Bates) belts out this satisfied laugh and says they we’ve just been delivered her key and that everyone’s all doomed! The wind is picking up and clouds swirling around us and I wake up.

Sling-Shotting Through Hell

30th August 2016

I’m sitting with one of my good friends from childhood, we’ll call her K, watching an outdoor movie. She sneaks away into the toilet and I notice she’s gone for a while so I go looking for her. I walk into these toilets and you can tell they were once just really white and clean. Toilets, floors, walls, stalls everything would’ve been a crisp clean white. Now they were all dusty and spattered with dirt and the lighting gave off a really spooky blue-green almost uv-light glow.

I look around for her to see this little cartoon character girl come at me from the wall, saying I must watch her story and help her. I follow her into one of the stalls at the end which turns into this labyrinth of almost hospital looking corridors and passageways, getting shorter and shorter as I go along until I’m sliding along on my stomach following this little girl. I finally come to a crack in the floor that would be just barely big enough for me to squeeze through and there’s water rushing through it.

This is where the little girl cartoon commences her story, and it’s a black and white line drawing of what happened. She was fishing in a river for fish only to turn around and see that her little sister had fallen in and was taken away. She was found dead. The cartoon disappears and this river that I’m looking over suddenly turns a murky dark green, like a swamp. I fall in and see a tiny little doll that the cartoon looked like, old and ragged. I work out that this tunnel was built over this river that used to be the girl’s fishing spot.

I find my way out of this tunnel and back into a the original bathroom stall to find the little girl and she asks for my help. She needs to find her sister. I try and tell her that she died and not to blame herself but she insists that I find her…I find myself in front of a much smaller watery hole looking down. I’m looking through the eyes of a cat, though, and I fall through this hole down and down and down.

I find the sister and ask her to take my hand, we need to go home. She told me that I shouldn’t be here, that her sister had sacrificed so many lives already to try and find her. She gestures with her hand around the room and I see cat skins…heaps of cat skins. I come to the realizations that the cartoon girl turns people into cats so they can send their souls to whatever purgatory hell this is to try and get her sister back. Obviously many souls never came back and their cats waiting at the top have passed away and ended up here.

I angrily ask her how this is possible and how long has this been going on? Years and years apparently. The only way to make my way out is to slingshot my way from cats: there are taxidermied cats hanging in a really spaced spiral formation up and up to the point where I can’t see the end. I start sling-shotting my way from cat to cat, up and up until I catapult myself, barely holding onto the tiny opening in which I started falling. The cartoon girl lifts me up and I see my cat, a white small cat with green eyes just staring like a zombie down the hole waiting for me to return. When I return the girl to her sister the cat shakes it off and stares up at me before trotting away.

I finally hear my friend, K, calling out for me. I find her in a toilet stall in enough time to see her turn into a green bug. She crawls into my hand and said something to the effect of “it’s time for me to go now” or “I’m not meant to be here” or something like that and she folds into herself until she’s the shape of a matchbook. She then turns into a folded peice of cardboard and everything around me gets really dark and scary. Not just dark where you’re lost in the woods or something but supernaturally scary with voices and echos and ghosts coming from the fog all around you.

I’m screaming hysterically, in tears begging K to come back running looking for the door as I wake up.

I’m Kind of a Badass!

August 20th-ish 2016

I’m back! I have a few dreams I’ve written down, might as well take care of them now.

In this dream I’m sleeping in my current bedroom in Australia. In my dream I wake up to someone trying to sneak through my window. My headboard is right against the main window of the room so I was essentially face to face with this person halfway through my window.

He pops all the way in while I’m screaming at him, asking what the hell he’s doing! He continues to explain that he’s from the power company, checking my room and it turns out there’s an electrical fault. Oh, okay, totally fine. That explains why you’re sneaking through my window in the middle of the night. Can you please leave now? He exits through the window.

He comes back and ushers me outside, his name was Turner I think. He tells me that he wasn’t there to test the house but to test me for extraordinary qualities and apparently I was buzzing with them on his little super hero detection wand. He explains that we’re going to a facility with people that have similar abilities so we can be tested. To what end he doesn’t tell me

We get to this massive gym and there’s people of all sorts bursting into flames, jumping super high, running around like lightening bolts. I ask him what it is that he thinks I can do? I’m completely ordinary and have never been able to conjure any sort of ability deemed extraordinary. Turner seems to know more than me and just sets me loose.

There’s a stereotypical tiny, fit, bossy female trainer who is trying to get everyone to hone in their skills. I’m kind of standing in the back thinking that there must be some kind of mistake here and a couple of the girls in front of my start giving me crap. High School style girly shit: “she’s no worry to us, she’s ordinary and ugly we don’t even have to worry about our boyfriends in front of her”. I just kind of thought, “well this is weird, but seriously why am I here?!”. I go throughout the day and suddenly I wake up in a cage with everyone staring at me with a mixture of awe and fear.

Why am I in a cage?! Little fitness woman comes over to me, totally beaming, and explains that I turn into a tiger. A turbo charged tiger. She lets me out and everyone flinches and starts backing away and I catch my reflection: I’m a freaking tiger! It’s at this point that I realize I need to change back and get the hell out of there. There are people wearing all black carrying weapons slowly inching towards me, surrounding me.

I wake up from a sort of daze in my person form to the building in shambles, in my tiger-ness I must have torn through everyone and escaped. I’m walking through a busy street and I see Turner waving at me, trying to be discreet. In a panicked rush he keeps saying “we need to get out of here, we need to catch the train”. He grabs onto me and does the most passionate, incredible kiss ever. We travel down a crowded staircase to what I assume is the train depot and I wake up.

I even woke up thinking holy crap now that was a kiss! ha ha ha

He’s Dead? Fine, But Where’s My Date?

24/12/15

I can’t exactly remember how this dream started, but I was with my mom’s side of the family. Probably because Christmas is coming…

So I’m aside, talking to all the girl cousins. We decide to hit up a party (we’re in Australia by the way) and everyone brings their boyfriends (except me, single and ready to mingle!!! ha ha ha).

AAaaanyway. It’s almost like we’re at a frat house party. There are people EVERYWHERE. There’s quite a few people I recognize from Broome, I’m waiting on a guy (mystery man, ooohhh) and a few cousins arrive with their boyfriends. Not their partners in waking life, but Aussie guys I only recognize in dream life. I don’t think I’ve seen these guys ever. They’re talking about heading out to another party, I lag behind waiting on my date. He shows up, we flirt a bit then he leaves, saying he’ll be back. He doesn’t return.

I decide to leave and follow the group and BOOM! we’re at the Wisconsin farmhouse, but instead of the runway behind the house there’s the river where people are hunting ducks and sending their dogs after them. They swim in and grab these ducks but they’re still alive and fly away. That is, of course, until a hunter send his pelican to scoop up the flying birds!!! It’s at this point that everyone goes back to the party.

Now, everyone is there including my Aunts and Uncles. One of the cousins is without her boyfriend, and I figure out why. A friend, a real-life friend, let’s call him Jared, confesses that he RAN OVER AND KILLED MY COUSIN’S BOYFRIEND! This cousin is dating this guy in real-life, which makes it really strange, they’re the only relationship in this dream that’s actually real.

Jared says it’s an accident and that she knows. I go up to her and she’s handling it well, but decides to leave the party. It’s then that we all start talking about the whole ordeal, and we suddenly remember that she’s pregnant! How is she going to deal with this alone?

I’m kind of wandering around the party at this point, searching for my flaky mystery hunk. I see my sister talking to her date who happens to be mystery man’s co-worker then I see cousin Liz with her date who is mystery man’s brother. I’m basically seeing every person that’s connected to/reminds me of this jerk and it makes me so angry but so sad at the same time that I go on this emotional rampage with a super dramatic storm-off. I wake up as I slam the door.

Scooting in the Rain to a Wedding

15/12/2015

In my waking life, I’ve been giving horse riding lessons/training and just got my scooter fixed, pretty sure that’s why the two played a part.

So in this dream I’m outside a big white old-fashioned barn. The ones with big hay lofts up top and a bunch of stalls at the bottom. It’s cloudy out and the ground is a little mucky but there’s a few of us getting ready to ride. I pull out my horse and try to tie it’s halter around it’s neck but I can’t seem to get it’s nose in the hole, then I get the nose in and it’s not tying behind it’s ears correctly, then it’s upside down. I can’t seem to complete the activity of putting this damn halter on when a childhood friend comes up the driveway.

I push the horse aside, giving up when this old friend says “Hi, it’s been so long” blah blah blah”. She starts explaining that she’s started a new store, would I like to see some of her items? We go inside and I have a look, it’s a bunch of wood and metal statues, shelves, vases…just a really cool vintage looking shop. I have a look around and go to leave, telling her I’ll stop by again soon.

I jump on my scooter and start to ride up the road and it starts raining, then my keys fall out of the scooter and I putter to a stop right in front of this farm. I apologize, feeling like an ass while I put my scooter on it’s stand to grab the keys that fell when the stand just falls apart to a million pieces and the scooter falls over.

I look up and realize where I am, it’s at a guy I used to date’s family farm. I go inside and see people I recognize, asking to use the phone, get a ride, something. I realize I’m interrupting his wedding! All his family is there looking all nice when all the sudden I’m in this really nice outfit looking fine as hell! The sun is shining, it’s all green and lush outside…a perfect day.

I try and skirt around everyone because I’m pretty embarrassed to be there, I’m almost positive I wasn’t invited! He doesn’t notice me at all to the last minute when I run looking like a creep into the bathroom and start panicking that he saw me, he must think I’m such a weirdo!

I come out and start talking to his mom, saying this is a great party and that it really seems like a perfect wedding for him. She agreed, pointing out back saying something like, “I don’t know how happy she is, look he’s already with the boys in the game room.”, I look outside to a small building that has a party raving inside. I wake up.

Allie’s Ghost

25th August, 2015

We’re living in our old blue house that my family grew up in. I’m looking out my mom and dad’s bedroom window and notice a pile of dying horses and elephants in some sticky gray mud. I run out there and try to free them, pulling legs and tails. Eventually I figure out that I can sit on them and coax them out by kicking them, as if we’re going for a ride. I’m able to get 3 out. One is a bay, the other is a tall gray dapple and the third is an old palomino. They’re all safe, eating the tall green grass just next to the mud when I get this feeling that I should run back into the house.

I start getting ready for bed, I’m in our bathroom and I can’t turn the lights on, I’m stuck in the bathtub and the room just gets darker and darker. I get out of the bathroom and go into my mom’s room asking if I can sleep with her, I’m freaked out. She says it’s lucky dad’s not home, come on in. I’m laying in bed on what would’ve been my dad’s side, closest to the door when I see my sister, Allie (little kid Allie, not adult Allie) walk in in her flowey blue night gown saying she has to go upstairs. Mom and I freak out saying she’s not allowed up there!

She walks up a set of windy, blue carpeted stairs that appear up the hallway wall into a small room…almost like the creepy room of the little girl from the ring: it’s almost like a crawl space but for the roof with a ladder to get up to. It’s a small box of a room, painted white with pink carpet. There’s her old 4 poster bed with a canopy and old tattered curtains. We try to get her to come down but she’s saying that Patrick won’t let her, she has to be up here. She looks out at the horses and asks which one I will keep. I wake up.

Est. 1815 with Real Meat Hot Dogs!

24th August 2015

In this dream, I’m in a huge ware house with my dad and cousin Adam. We’re discussing how much we’re going to steel from this warehouse when we realize it’s owned by my other cousin, Eric. My job is to creat a barricade so that we can’t get run over by a huge truck that’s coming in the big garage doors. I decide to place all the expensive TV’s in front of the path, thinking “surely he won’t run over his own products” but he does! He climbs to a higher floating walkway and starts throwing TVs at us, so we run and forget about it. We’re stopped by my Uncle Matt, who says we’re going to pay for this…karma will get us if they don’t find us first.

We run and run down the train tracks that go from the garage until we’re in a nice looking spot. There are flowering trees on either side with white fences behind the trees. We think it’s a really great place to stop and rest until we see an old, antique truck coming in, with the wooden slat’s for walls on the bed of the truck. We hide behind a couple trees in case it’s someone who’s hunting for us when we notice there’s dead bodies wrapped in burlap in the bed of the truck. Dad, Adam and my boyfriend (where did he come from? I don’t even have a boyfriend in real-life) yell “RUN!” and start sprinting down the hillside on the opposite side of the tracks from where I am. I look around and they’re throwing the bodies to the left and right of me…I look a little past these bodies and there are giant, dodo like birds tethered to stakes in the ground, eating the bodies. Finally boyfriend grabs me and we run down the slope and it’s just the 2 of us.

We’re holding hands, walking along admiring the countryside when we feel crunching under our feet. I look down and we’re stomping on a miniature town. It’s super intricate and goes for miles. We tip toe off this miniature landscape only to see an old sign pointing towards a town. All the sign says is: “est 1815” and a big tagline of sorts that says “REAL MEAT HOT DOGS!”. We both kind of laugh at it, thinking about how weird it is but think, “hey, why not?”. As we continue along I remember that I had given birth in the woods and am very concerned about my child. We go to a government like building…it’s an old white farm house type building with old creaky wood floors and a huge round wood table in the middle of the room we’re in. I’m talking to the governor or someone like it about what to do about my baby, since it wasn’t born in a hospital it doesn’t have a birth certificate so technically it doesn’t exist. The man hands me a paper and just says fill it out, we can get everything sorted for you, don’t worry. I wake up.

Wait, So I’m the Crazy One!?

19th May 2015

This one was an ABSOLUTE mind-fuck last night.

In this dream, we’re settled in a huge farm house (as per usual!) and it must be set in the 1800s or something because we’re all wearing poofy long dresses, there’s candles and lamps all around and we have white servants. There was also Australian accents which is a whole other can of worms that I’m dreaming in an Aussie accent and not American anymore. Anyway…

It’s just us girls and we’re sitting in a nice bedroom when suddenly a maid comes in with a pistol and shoots herself in the head. There’s blood and hair and bone spattered everywhere, the other girls are screaming. I see her body on the floor and it just disappears and in walks the same maid as if nothing happened! I breathe a sigh of relief and start looking at the girls who are still screaming, all I can think is that they’re crazy…what are they screaming at? Don’t they realize we were watching some sort of practical joke?

I start convincing them that it’s not real and I’m staring at the maid right now, she’s fine! Can’t you see her? They look at me, bewildered, as I tell them why I’m right and they’re wrong. I get heaps of sideways glances at me but they smile and kind of all filter out, patting me on the back, talking about bed time. I get ready for bed, the lights turn out and my partner comes in and lays next to me.

I start to snuggle up to him, he turns around with his back to me and rolls off the bed, grabs my foot and tries to pull me under the bed. I start screaming, fighting not to be taken under the bed when all the sudden the lights in my bedroom turn on. I’m in a modern house now with lights and everything. Who I assume is my mother comes in and grabs my hand. She’s in a pants suit of sorts and a few of the girls come in the room behind her in tshirts and jeans. I ask everyone what’s going on, how has this happened…I could’ve sworn we were in a different time! They look at me and explain that I’m the insane one, that they play along with my halucinations to make it easier on me and that I get locked in this bedroom all the time. I start to struggle a bit, it can’t be true…when someone grabs my foot again from under the bed and tries to drag me under again. I slam down on my face and am clawing to escape as I watch the women just stare at me, shaking their heads and walking away. I turn around to see this shadow pulling me under the bed.

I wake up to the feeling of my bed shaking as if someone was trying to escape from under it.