Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/6/2018
By ffbbail
PROLOGUE: This took place on November 16, 2017. The time I slept was between 18:20 to 20:45. This dreams combines some of my worst personal fears, and some random events. Usually, after my brother was done with his rec lacrosse season, the coaches would throw a end-of-the-season lacrosse party. I’ve attended every lacrosse party for the past three years, and they normally occur at Salmon River. In the dream, the party was held in someone’s backyard. It was a beautiful evening, just the right temperature, a nice breeze, and no pesky mosquitos. It was almost set up the same way as my Uncle Lance’s backyard . It was a decent sized backyard, with a large, blue underground pool in the middle of the yard, surrounded by faded pink tiles that laid separate directions and pool chairs on top of the tiles . In the right back corner of the yard, was a small bridge over a fish pond to a square, tan gazebo. The rest of the yard was filled with perfectly cut grass. You can hear crickets chirping from every direction. Of course, I showed up late with my mom, and as soon as I walked to the back yard, my jaw dropped and I almost dropped the container of freshly cut watermelon. My eyes wandered on one of the most beautiful girls ever. She was about fourteen, had long, wavy brown hair. She was talking to a group of younger girls, and I saw her crack a smile, and that made me chase her, I wanted her. Her dark brown eyes twinkled as she glimpse her eyes at me quickly. I instantly looked the other direction, trying not to get caught staring at her. (At this moment my dream faded out for a few minutes. Then, it faded back in. The next few scene are quite random, and none of the parts in the scene are in a sexual way) As the dream faded into play, I was walking down the hallway to my parents room and she was in front of me. Apparently, her dad got stuck in an accident at work, so we “adopted” her for a few hours. For some reason, I didn’t even ask for her name during the whole day, and that was a mistake. One of my personal weak spots is asking for people’s name. I usually ask it when I meet someone, but I wanted to get to know her a little more before I’d ask for some reason. When I ask for someone’s name, I usually try to link the name and the face together. Most of the time, I don’t remember their name, and I don’t want to ask them again because I don’t want them to think that I wasn’t listening to them. She sat down on the bed, and I got a movie ready. I turned around to turn on the light and I noticed that she head about six tiny black specs of black on her elbow where the vein is. Instantly, I thought she used heroin, but I wasn’t certain. I was so uncomfortable to ask but I said to her, “Okay look, I’m not making assumptions, or judging, it’s your decision in life. But by any chance, do you use drugs?” after I asked her this, she cracked a beautiful smile and let out a cute giggle. “No Silly, It’s something in my religion,” she said and I instantly thought, oh no, religion, and I was wrong, this isn’t going to go well. She continued on, “This might sound a little weird to you, but in my religion, when you turn two years old, the priest takes an eyelash wand, dips it into ink, heats it up, and burns the ink onto the skin where your vein on your elbow is. Don’t worry, I get that same question a lot.” When she said that, I instantly felt like an idiot and I regret asking. But, on the bright side, I got to know her a little more, and now I know she doesn’t do drugs. I hopped in bed and we snuggled and watched Finding Dory. I found Dory in the first few minutes. I don’t know why people watch the whole movie because in the first few minutes, she appears on the screen and if you think about it, you completed the task. Apparently Disney thought the audience wouldn’t see her. But, during the movie, we talked for a little and we exchanged Snapchat usernames (no one exchanges phone numbers anymore), and that is how I got her name. As we were talking, I felt an instant connect. A connection so close and strong it was like an iPhone right next to a dual band 2.4Ghz/5Ghz router on the 5Ghz band. In addition, I felt the hotness radiation off her, she was drop dead gorgeous. Every time she smiled, it was like rainbows and unicorns appeared around her. Also, she had a cute accent, a light Britain/Australian accent. After about an hour passed, my belly started to growl, and I asked her if she wanted anything to eat. She wanted the chicken florentine pizza, and I did myself, so that makes two chicken florentines. I excused myself and walked into the kitchen. My mom and brother were talking about lacrosse in the living room, and I wasn’t surprised. I open the box and pulled a slice of a white, saucy, doughy chicken mess onto a nice, ceramic plate, and I did that to both plates. My hands grasped around the two plates and I carefully walk into the room, and she was nowhere to be found. I was utterly surprised, shocked, and angry all at the same time. By the way she looked, talked, smiled, and her humor, I thought she was the one. This brings up fear number two, someone I like just leaving, without notice, or a care in the world. When I was in the kitchen, she didn’t walk behind me nor in the living room. The only way is out the window then, but the blinds were still down and intact, and windows closed. (This is where it gets a little hard to follow, and just a tad bit random :) ) Apparently, she teleported into her dad’s car. Also, she said she said goodbye. It was probably just a hole in my dream. (In my dream, cars were set up different. The driver and passenger seats became the back seats. The original back seats, were rotated and faced out of the back window. The driver side was on the right and the shotgun seat was on the left) I walked outside to finish talking to her. She was in the back and her older sister was in the shotgun seat. When I walked up to the gray Land Rover, I noticed that there was no driver. About five minutes of talking her, their dad walked behind me and got into the driver seat. As soon as I looked at his face, I noticed who it was, it was my dad in real life. Apparently in the dream, it was their dad, not mine. I introduced myself to him and asked him where they lived, and he replied with Newbury. Okay, there are 169 towns and cities in Connecticut, and I assumed that Newbury was the 170, the non existent one. I looked it up on Google Maps and I gave them directions. I said my last goodbyes, kissed Shanyce on the cheek (as a friend) and they pulled out and turned around the corner. As soon as they pulled around the corner down the street, I walked up my driveway and I heard a very loud noise and felt a breeze behind me. When I turned around, I saw a 1988 Pontiac Formula Firebird fly into the air onto a building and get stuck on the pitched roof. The building was set up like an apartment, but there was no hallways inside, there were outside. It was a small building. But, the car got stuck on the pitched roof. Why is there a pitched roof on a hotel? Don’t ask me. There was a loud thump and a bang, it was like the structure just got nuked. Everyone ran out, looked around, looked up, and gasped. The car stayed up on the roof for a while, then it fell down and shot across the road, hitting and killing one person. It ended up on a pitched roof on a house this time. Then, everything went black and I woke up.