Lucid Dream!

I just had a lucid dream from taking a nap! I think a bunch of stuff happened before the part I remember but I'll post that up later if I do. The part I remember is pretty brief.

Stairs to Chloe's Room? I Don't Think So, Dream.

I was lying in bed (like I was doing in waking life) when I heard the voice of my dad and two other people downstairs. I think I thought they were painters, which I didn't remember (in waking life) my parents talking about happening. I went out into the hall to hear them better, when I glanced over at Chloe's room. There was a flight of carpeted stairs down to her room, and it was really bright and sunny in her room (it's gloomy outside right now.) Now I realized something wasn't right! I ran into the bathroom, closed the door and hit the light switch. I looked into the mirror and saw I was wearing this LRG shirt I have with a giraffe and a snake on it (I went to sleep wearing a "class of 2000" mc ginn shirt) and it was shifting between color and black and white. As soon as I was certain I was dreaming I got this intense, almost electric body high like I was tripping really hard. The lights in the bathroom started going crazy and I began to float and turn horizontal, facing the mirror. My image in the mirror was also really distorted, again, like I was tripping hard. I smiled because I knew I was dreaing, but then I felt myself smiling in my bed. I tried to hold myself in the dream but I lost it. =(

I wish I could have stayed lucid, but it was definitely an awesome feeling just to realize I was dreaming in a dream for once! success!

NOOOO SLAVERYYYY!

I just had the weirdest, most fucked up dream! Here's a little fact to understand before reading this dream: the beach doesn't make slavery any better.

Prison Beach Plantation

I don't remember how the dream started or anything so I'll just start with a description of the place. It was a huge, wide open beach with basically dormitories a couple hundred yards back from the water (yeah I know, who knows what a couple hundred yards looks like?). There were hundreds of kids my age or younger with a few older ones too. Each person lived in the dormitory type places with two other roommates (I'm pretty sure Anatoly was my roommate.) And oh yeah, we were all fucking slaves! This isn't Africans brought over here for slavery, these were all American kids forced into slavery for some reason. And I had no idea why we were slaves.

The first scene that I recall clearly from the dream starts with everyone on the beach, doing god knows what. All of a sudden I hear screaming and look back, and these HUGE buff African guys with like turbans and machetes came running onto the beach. I guess they were there to collect slaves or something. Some people just froze in place and others, including myself, began to run for their lives. I remember vividly seeing the big African guys killing people as they were running away. Some people got their throats slit, and this one guy got stabbed through the back and the machete came out his stomach. It was fucked up to say the least. Somehow I managed to run far enough down the beach and hid behind some dune so they didn't see me.

At night I returned to my dormitory/prison building (I have no idea why I would do that) and everyone was like "Grover! We thought they got you!" and shit like that. This is when I began to question why I was even in this slavery program in the first place. For some reason someone had a cell phone, but we had to be secretive about using it. I called up my dad to ask him what the fuck I was doing there, but the connection was pretty bad. All I could really work out was that he was busy and that I had broken some window or something and this was like court mandated. Of course I started to become furious over the terrible connection and the incredibly stupid reason. I called Chloe too but the phone would pick up and it would just be the sound of her breathing as she slept.

That's all I remember from the dream. That was probably one of the craziest one's I've had in a while...

Fuck Mongeese

Last night I think I had several dreams because I kept getting woken up by the stupid fucking tv, but I only remember this one:

Charity + Mongoose = Suck

I was at some empty store in a town sort of like a nicer Plainfield. For some reason I was doing some charity type thing, fixing up the place with a bunch of people. Patimus Prime and this kid Mike from my floor were there too. In usual Grover fashion I kind of just stood around and watched everyone else clean up and patch up the driveway and shit. Then we all went inside the store and stood around, I guess waiting for the director/boss person to tell us what to do. Everyone just started singing this church-esque song, and I felt pretty uncomfortable. I slowly backed out the door when no one was looking and walked down the street, I think to get some food.

On my journey down the road I passed a Rita's, but I decided I wasn't in the mood for Italian ice and kept going. One block further I saw a baby deer lying down in a hammock. The hammock wasn't in someone's yard though, it was in the grassy area between the road and the sidewalk which I found weird. I just smiled at the fawn and kept walking, but then I decided I should get a picture of it and went back. When I pulled out my phone to take a picture it rolled onto its other side so its back was facing me. I laughed at the 'tude it gave me and kept going down the road.

(this is when it got weird) For some reason I decided I should hunt and eat a mongoose. I found a yard that I thought would be a good place to hunt (i don't know why..), but it had a bunch of fawns standing around in it. I stood at the gate to the yard and stomped and yelled so they'd leave and they all kinda just walked slowly out the gate like they resented that I was making them leave. And then... the biggest, meanest looking mongoose in the world followed behind them. I was so scared. When he got near me he turned like he was going to attack but the fawns gave him a look like "Let's just go, it's not worth it" (I'm not sure if I was able to read their minds) so he turned to leave. That's when I thought "Wait... I wanted to eat a mongoose..." It must have been able to read my thoughts because it turned back, pissed as ever!

Then I woke up, the end.

Last night Pat was talking to me about how he loves musicals and I told him I think they're weird and unnatural, so that might have something to do with him being in my dream and everyone singing. I have no idea where all the fawns and the mongoose came from...

Boooo

I haven't been remembering any dreams lately and it's making me sad =(
I had one I don't remember when and I was really ripped. It was freaky, I probably willed it out of my memory...

I also have a shit load, of thangs due all within two days of each other and it's making me cry and cut myself and others.

I suck

Here's the deal

Lately I've been trying to improve my ability to remember dreams, and I read that keeping a dream journal is a big help with that. I figure if I keep it here I'll be more motivated to remember and I'll improve faster. Iff anything interesting is going on in the real world, I guess I'll give it a mention here too. Also I'll seem like less of a creeper when I read other people's blogs...

Let us begin..

Stupid Easter

(When I woke up this morning I thought I didn't remember any dreams and I was disappointed, but then I remembered some of it while I was taking a shower. Can't remember it in exact detail.)

My parents had gone away, to Long Island I assume, to visit my grandma for Easter. I invited the regular crew to come over my house, but it wasn't really my house, it was more like a mix of my grandma's house and my house. Only Sean and Dave were over and they went outside to do something while i took a nap on a fold out bed in my grandma's TV room. When Sean came back in I heard some stomping around upstairs and asked Sean what it was. He told me it was "the rest of the people" with that guilty Sean smile on his face. I went over to look and it was all these people from high school that I either never hung out with or just plain don't like. Needless to say I was not pleased.

At some point my parents came home (I only saw my dad in the dream though), but I told my dad we were working on a project for school and he accepted that for some reason. I went to Chloe's room and found a bunch of people there. Ariel and some other girl were smoking out of pretty interesting bongs, and other people were on my computer. Again, I was not pleased. My dad opened the door to tell me something and I just ran in front of him at the door way, and he didn't notice the clouds of reefer smoke in the room for some reason. He asked me "If you guys are working on a project, why are people playing manhunt outside?" The end.

Not the most interesting dream, I'll work on having some better ones.