I was on some sort of island. It was strange though because the water was cold and it felt like we were in some sort of cave but the sky was open to us. It felt like a cave because there were walls of rock all around us. Some of the rocks looked like bones of giant creatures I never knew of. I was there with people I knew to be my family but the only people who really were my family was my mom and my niece.

The nice part was the fact that my niece was a baby again. The bad part was that there was a shark in the water that wanted to eat her.

The shark could walk on land, but when it did it couldn’t attack. It could only do so in the water, which was steadily rising. I grabbed my niece from my mom and started bouncing on the shark because it was really rubbery. I was trying to see where we could escape. On one side there was the wall of rock, or giant animal skulls. And on the other side I could see a lighthouse in the distance. Both ways seemed perilous, ominous, and devious.

But then I can’t remember the rest.

First of all these were my friends that were in my dream: JP, TB, CS, MJ, JE, and DS

We were all in this oval room where one side of the room rose up like in the Rocky Horror Picture Show except the room was white, not pink, and it was empty, save for us.

JE got this larger than normal dry erase marker, which I remember hating the smell. Then he started drawing funny things on the rest of us, except he was sitting across the room next to MJ. It felt like it was digital, but cartoonish at the same time. What he was drawing showed up on our faces or above our heads. It’s really hard to explain.

So then all of us started drawing on each other. I was sitting next to CS and we were drawing on JE and MJ. I drew rabbit ears on JE and CS drew a too fitting, white top hat on MJ. It was real fun but the smell was bugging me.

Then I don’t remember but we all became very cartoonish, where we could stretch our bodies and stuff like that. And then there were cakes. I couldn’t explain where they came from. Then behind this curtain there came this robot made out of ice cream. The ice cream was chewy, though. I started to eat it and I could hear it dying like when you have a toy that plays a song and when the batteries start to die the song gets deeper in tone and the tune stretches out longer.

Everything was delicious and I think the floor was made out of candy, too.


hipster hostel

It felt like the beginning of a new dream. I really felt like I was aware of the transition.

I felt that the environment was like my room now where my sister is just next to me. But it felt more like we were in some other house on this hill. And the house was open faced. It also felt like a hostel because there were all these people coming into our house.

I was in the bathroom, which was upstairs, and then this woman (or was it women, because I always saw one when I saw the other) wanted to use the shower. The two women were in there 50s or 60s; they wore black eye make-up, and wore corsets. They were very large in bust and hip and well everywhere. But they had small eyes. One had raven black hair and the other had bleached blonde hair. So one of them (or was it both of them) wanted to use the shower.

I got out of the bathroom, went downstairs, and looked around our house. There were all of these people in our house and it felt like it was some sort of hostel, except all the people there were hipsters.

The first person I talked to was this guy. When he walked by I touched his shoulder and the fabric of his shirt felt really nice so whenever he would pass my way I would touch his shoulder. It was weird of me to be doing that but I couldn’t help it. He hated me for that, though.

There was this other person there that I remember. She was from South America I think and her ears were really weird. When she would turn her head the back and bottom of her ears were shaped like a squiggly orange balloons.

I couldn’t understand why all these people were there. It felt so crowded in my dream. Trying to remember is hard and it’s all starting to fade now. Oh well.



There was this man. He was cursed. That I know for sure.

There were evil things after his soul and life. What was strange was the fact that they didn’t try to get at him until some specific predetermined time. It was known that if anyone tried to aid this man they evil entities would go after that person and kill them.

The more people that try to help this man, the closer the Evil would come to take his soul.

The man was running. He was always running.

Then there came another man. He was going to try and help him but then the Evil sensed this. The Evil pulled the two men into a sort of shadow world, where they ran amongst reality but no one could see them, or what was after them. When they enter this state of existence they’re almost like ghosts.

Not only were they lost amongst the real world but they were lost amongst each other. The Evil seemed to render impenetrable walls and hallways. Almost like a labyrinth. The walls were invisible and the people from the real world would pass through them, but the two men couldn’t.

The two men ran. Today was the day they would die.

The second man felt as if he was being chased by hell dogs, although he never saw them. But could hear them and feel their breath and heat.

The first man was still running, thinking that although They were after him, he was still far away from his doom day. He was wrong.

He felt it all around. It seemed to trigger all his senses at once, and turn everything dark. Some demonic thing was there, watching him, pursuing him. This was such a strong force that the people in the real world could feel it. They could feel a colder thing, too. That was the man. And when those two things would pass the people, they felt afraid, but then they would forget when the feelings were gone.

The Darkness told him that it had been apart of him all along and that it was just waiting to be released. The man was running franticly, trying to get out, trying to live. All the while the Darkness swarmed and grew nearer and nearer.

And then I woke up.

lady in pink

Don’t remember what happened before. I was at this show for Lykke Li and the location was weird. It seemed like we were in the back of some building like where the dumpsters are at but instead of dumpsters there was a stage. It actually felt more like it was in between two buildings. It also felt like night and day.

Anyways I was there with my boyfriend and then Lykke Li jumps from the stage and starts dancing all weird like she does in the crowd. She was wearing this really puffy pink number and her hair was up.

Then she starts dancing in front of us and it just feels like we’re happy and but we don’t quite understand what’s happening. I was surprised I wasn’t star struck or anything like that. She felt familiar like a friend and yet so distant at the same time.

It’s a real complicated emotion to explain…




I can't seem to get what I want. My goals are never reached. I'm constantly jumping from dream to dream occasionally waking up to what?