tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79987745380049638092024-02-19T18:52:10.110-08:00cellar doorAnd after all
I'm only sleepingMersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-81820268051624106972011-06-06T02:28:00.000-07:002011-06-06T02:31:12.210-07:00david and the albino thieves<!--StartFragment--> There was a bank robbery going on. David was part of it, as were these two albino looking people. I wasn’t in on it, but I was watching the entire scene unfold. They broke in, and David took the money to another location. Then the female albino said to the male albino, “What about the diamonds?” So he went back for them. The safe that they were held in was a giant roomMersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-68287925006999872642011-06-06T02:08:00.000-07:002011-06-06T02:09:04.888-07:00bagpiperSome disaster had occurred, post-apocalyptic even…or that’s how things felt. I was with Logan and we were in a camp. Strangely enough the scenery was bright and actually looked like the booths at carnivals. Then this man appeared in the crowd. He looked like a Rastafarian but he was playing bagpipes. Everyone stared at him, which was his desired effect. He stopped playing the bagpipes, Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-22107760782013806592011-03-27T18:14:00.001-07:002011-03-27T18:18:32.156-07:00no words<!--StartFragment--> I was in my Hacienda house again. I was with a group of people, teenagers and children. We were laughing in the daylight, then someone gasped and our attention was drawn to the door. There was someone there with a mask on. It had a female body, but it did not seem human. It had a mask on, a deer mask. It seemed so harmless, but I knew it was so full of danger. Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-4657477006122980952011-03-22T21:10:00.000-07:002011-03-22T21:20:06.544-07:00a strange way out<!--StartFragment--> I was in a house looking for something…as usual. Oh! I was looking for a way out. The house seemed haunted. I checked all the doors and then I checked them a second time; plain old doors, closet doors, cupboard doors even. The day seemed to disappear and the house became dark. I drifted towards a room with a faint light coming from it. My mother was in that room, Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-45249547307644435132011-02-18T00:41:00.000-08:002011-04-24T20:17:55.221-07:00демон волк<!--StartFragment--> A whole lot happened in this one: At first it seemed like I was playing a point and click game. While I was putting some pieces together and then there was this house further back in the game it was very dark and probably evil. I was supposed to go through the house first but instead I went to the top of the roof. I clicked on this branch that was connected to the Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-57389254629447484902011-02-17T18:59:00.000-08:002011-02-17T19:02:35.858-08:00dollhouse<!--StartFragment--> I was with Harry Potter and three other girls. We found this house, opened up the window and saw that the only thing inside was a dollhouse. Then we heard a noise and realized what it really was; well, Harry, one of the other girls, and I knew. The girl with a red ribbon in her hair didn’t and so she was taken. There was this doll with green eyes that would take you, andMersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-54971833106972937192011-02-17T17:46:00.000-08:002011-02-17T18:43:20.902-08:00covers<!--StartFragment--> I was in some sort of dormitory with Ron Weasley, but we weren’t in Hogwarts. I was just there in his bed and every time an adult would come around I would hide underneath the covers. Then all of a sudden we kissed and I said, “What about Hermione?” He told me ever since she went to Scotland they had been drifting apart and he knew there was nothing left between them.Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-51354620377816898272011-02-17T16:59:00.001-08:002011-02-17T17:38:46.558-08:00parcDavid, my brother, and I were strapped together flying around with a parachute. I kept on seeing what I thought to be a floating Ferris wheel, and told them that my mom would have a heart attack if she went on one of those. However, when we got closer to the thing, it turned out to be a sign to this amusement park. We landed and discovered that the park was closed, but the security guards let Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-36756861697318776772011-02-17T16:38:00.000-08:002011-02-17T16:58:54.919-08:00Plane Food<!--StartFragment--> I was in a seat similar to those in an airplane. There were rows and rows of these seats and they had pockets in the backs of them. I looked inside my pocket and there was a packet of syringes with my name on it. My dad was in the seat next to me and I asked him what they were for, then all of a sudden my mom shows up and hands me the drugs that will be injected into me.Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-55005038734709555232011-02-01T13:04:00.000-08:002011-02-01T13:14:35.191-08:00Head Wounds<!--StartFragment--> I was in the desert. There had been feuds going on between the Native Americans and certain white people. Most of them were on the opposing side, but there were also some on the resistance. I was in a jeep getting filled in on what was happening. There was a giant wall made out of those really tall hedges that look like trees. On one side of the hedge were giant rocks Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-87037949561576461742011-01-12T14:02:00.000-08:002011-01-12T15:08:43.418-08:00Man Oh Man Oh ManSensory overload this time. So many details. Highlights would have to be: Getting caught in a TORNADO! I was there with my family and for some reason Marla was there, too. She was sitting next to me and I was holding onto her as this giant tornado, in the woods, came spiraling towards us. We spun around in so many directions and crashed on the ground. It was wild. Everyone was all Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-48130973627318785582010-12-29T16:19:00.001-08:002010-12-29T16:30:18.405-08:00places<!--StartFragment--> I was in my cousin’s house in Rowland Heights holding at least ten balloons. With these balloons I could be lifted off the ground almost to the point of flying. It was pretty exhilarating. Then I was in a desert scene and I could see abandoned, broken down buildings in the distance. But I knew there was danger ahead. It felt kind of post apocalyptic in the air. ThenMersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-88169372049929586602010-12-12T18:13:00.000-08:002010-12-12T18:14:26.394-08:00<!--StartFragment--> “Even though it’s so beautiful, you have to leave an island sometime” Throughout the dream I could hear Natalie Portman say this. It was like a chant that would resonate throughout my mind and all around this vast land of the island. On one side of the island was an infinite desert and that’s where Natalie and these explorers came from. On the other side was an infinite Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-64849436383012530742010-11-26T13:59:00.000-08:002010-11-26T14:06:11.836-08:00broken blue banana<!--StartFragment--> I was running late for something. Later on I learned I was running late for a deadline for some class I was in. It wasn’t an art class but the thing I had to do was a bit artsy. I wanted to grab something to eat before I did that so I started walking towards…somewhere. But then I ran into my roommate and this girl takes my laptop and starts looking through it. Then Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-22814067148551766542010-11-16T21:27:00.000-08:002010-11-16T21:30:08.279-08:00_<!--StartFragment--> I remember there was a peacock, in a very small room, in a very high apartment complex. There was water below, like a seaport. I wanted to free the peacock by throwing it out the window because it could actually fly, but I knew it was weak and couldn’t stand the danger below. There were many evil creatures dwelling below in the water and some were flying creatures but Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-79776946559487474112010-10-19T17:09:00.000-07:002010-11-16T21:30:22.101-08:00the animals<!--StartFragment--> <!--StartFragment--> In the end: There was this sea horse creature with what felt like an octopus tentacle as a tail. It was dying and I had to save it. It had swallowed a load of sand and it was whimpering and getting fainter. I turned it upside down and dumped all the sand out of it. I had to wait and pray for it to live. I was so sad. There were a lot of Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-39987938700007136492010-10-15T11:26:00.000-07:002010-11-16T21:30:48.922-08:00...Emily dreams of dead Japanese generals.One has a samurai mask and a great white mane.The other is seems to be from WWII. he is always following the other.They show up as ghosts in the window at night. They disappear by the time she gets there.All they do is look out the window, one with the exaggerated face and the other with an emotionless one.And they walk around the room, waiting for Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-82823959774808270692010-09-30T00:56:00.000-07:002011-04-16T17:19:31.567-07:00Lucifer<!--StartFragment--> More in the beginning there was a man, a blue truck, and I. We found a squirrel and named it Lucifer but there was no connection to the devil, it was a tame squirrel. It was just the squirrel’s name. Then somewhere along the path of this dream I ran into Lulu bird and she was playing with the squirrel. Then at one point I was back at school, back at the dorms, sort of. Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-70592591307490813492010-09-13T08:59:00.001-07:002010-11-16T21:32:01.120-08:00<!--StartFragment--> Lately, when funhouses or things that are related to childhood, are involved in my dreams, they usually end up dangerous. The same goes with this dream. I was at some sort of museum where there were these interactive robots {like in those pioneer towns, in the saloons and what not}. A lot of the exhibits were fun to look at {but I admit I don’t remember them}. Then I wasMersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-84543488109738398532010-09-13T08:58:00.001-07:002010-11-16T21:32:10.320-08:00glass and gravel<!--StartFragment--> I was on this enormous bridge. It had been damaged as if there had been an earthquake or something. There were holes, broken cables, glass, and gravel everywhere. I was running on it because I had to get to the end to get something. Then it seems like my niece comes out of nowhere. When she appears she falls into one of the cracks of the bridge and I reach out to grab Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-53916151638073919052010-08-25T14:57:00.000-07:002010-11-16T21:29:45.691-08:00<!--StartFragment--> 1: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 Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-87443181500538463162010-08-24T19:53:00.000-07:002010-11-16T21:33:41.356-08:00hipster hostel<!--StartFragment--> 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 Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-44355724356300362262010-08-20T13:42:00.001-07:002010-11-16T21:33:33.623-08:00separationThere 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 toMersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-10583516778162529582010-08-20T12:52:00.000-07:002010-11-16T21:33:55.647-08:00lady in pink<!--StartFragment--> 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 Mersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998774538004963809.post-41036429259237572032010-08-01T00:46:00.000-07:002010-11-16T21:34:08.750-08:00frustrationfrustration frustration 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? DissatisfactionMersaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03723282061686729234noreply@blogger.com0