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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I Committed Murder

Last night, I dreamed that I was playing a game, but it was deadly.  My team against theirs, and the goal was to survive.  We had grenades, shotguns, rifles, automatics... And we used them.  I knifed one guy, who was about to kill my teammate.  There was also a girl on the other team, but I liked her, as a person.  I didn't want to kill her.  So when I came across her, I just threw my gun at her.  She pointed her shotgun at me, and I said, "I could have killed you, but I didn't.  So run!"  And she ran, leaving me on my knees in the dirt. 
Sometime later, she joined up with us, and I was protecting her, when one of her teammates from the other side snuck up behind one of ours and was going to knife his throat.  I grabbed her sniper rifle, aimed down the sight and fired, blowing the guy backward.  They both collapsed onto the ground.  But my shot was poor, because the other guy sat back up, so, again, I aimed down the sight, and this time, I aimed for this forehead and fired.  And I killed him. 
He was the last kill and we stood around looking at each other when I realized we could be brought up on murder charges.  My teammates wanted me to get rid of my guns, but I was afraid to, because my fingerprints were all over them. 
I ended up throwing down the guns I had and running with them anyway.  As the sirens blared louder, coming closer to the arena.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

A Giant Bug

Last night, I dreamed that I was living in my parents' old house in Chesapeake, Virginia and my friend Liz was over.  We discovered two large bugs that resembled stink bugs, but their backs had these knobby ridges on them and they were an iridescent pink and purple.  One was smaller than the other.  We were able to shoo the smaller one back outside, but faced quite a challenge with the large one, which was about 8" from nose to butt.  Liz managed to get it into a medium-sized box, and we tipped it sideways to see its underbelly.  It had pincers and then a row of sharp teeth, and it made motions with its pincers at us.  Liz closed the lid and we left the room for a few minutes.
When we came back to dispose of it, the lid was off of the box and the creature was gone.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

I Was Fired

Last night, I dreamed that I was fired and the Monday after, I completely forgot and showed up for work anyway.  I stood in the hallway outside our office suite and couldn't find my access card.  My former boss and colleague just stood there, looking at me like I was crazy.  Then I remembered, as I was digging through my purse, that I didn't HAVE an access card any longer, so I stepped aside and let them in.  And I stood outside the doors, peering in through the glass to a world in which I no longer belonged.  The elevator doors opened behind me and I turned to look at them as I stood there, and I knew I had to get on them, and they'd carry me away from this place and I would never be coming back.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Offending A Friend

Last night, I dreamed I made inappropriate gay jokes in front of my friend, who is also gay.  As soon as the joke left my lips, I felt bad, and I kept stealing glances at him, wondering if he had overheard me, since we were with a group of people.  He had been offended by others before, so I was genuinely worried I had hurt his feelings.  He briefly paused in his conversation with someone else, and then turned to me and started talking about something else, completely happy.  I never was sure if he heard me and dismissed it, or never heard me at all.

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My name is Jennifer and this is my dream diary. You'll probably think my dreams are weird; I know I do! I have been having very vivid, clear dreams my entire life, some which I still remember from when I was a child. I always dream in color, and frequently, though I don't update this blog as frequently as I'd like to.

Of note: I suffer from very mild depression and anxiety disorder, so I'm sure both have a lot to do with that, especially the latter. Death or near-death appears to be a common theme.

I hope if you take the time to read this, you find it interesting at least. I decided to begin documenting my dreams to figure out why I remember them with such clarity and others do not. Please feel free to comment and leave feedback!