Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 4/22/2017
By seascarlet
1: I was in my bedroom at mom and dad's house with my sister. I felt something slimy in my ear and tried to pull it out, but it felt like it was attached to my eardrum. Then I noticed little millipedes on my bed with me and got very upset, wondering if they had anything to do with the thing in my ear. I noticed then that it was getting hot in the room and remembered that when it got hot, the room would start filling up with bugs. I looked at the window and sure enough, there were more millipedes, and black wasps. I accidentally rolled over onto a wasp. It didn't sting me, but it was after me now. I ran from room to room, shutting the door against it, but it would always eventually get under the door. I had a metal spatula now and was trying to kill it. At one point my sister intentionally stopped me from killing it, and so I bopped her in the head with the spatula and ran to another room. Eventually I killed it in my bedroom after it stung me several times. I didn't feel the stings though. 2: I was with a couple of real life female friends, and I was showing them this long soft "yoga cloth" that could float. There was nothing particularly magical about the fact that it could float, and I was more interested in showing them how relaxing it was to wind it around their arms and legs and sit in it. Then I was flying down a river, above the river, wrapped up in it, in sort of swimming mermaid motions. 3: I was on a field trip to a strange place in the middle of nowhere at night with a group of girls maybe in our late teens. I couldn't remember where we were going, but decided to enjoy the mystery instead of finding out. When we got there it was a large warehouse looking place. At first I thought a jail maybe, but then noticed its name on the front was in Arabic. A foreign jail? We got off the bus and the front lawn was covered in random large toys and large stuffed animals. The inside was like a messy arcade with toys and balls piled in with a cafeteria style food counter. I kept squealing for some reason and was the only one doing it. I realized if everyone did it we would have had to been repeatedly quieted like little kids. I wondered if I was being immature. There were maybe three women in there who were not middle eastern as the name of the place would suggest, but white. The other girls remembered them from previous trips. They asked us what foods we wanted and handed them to us in labeled white paper packs. I went with rice and some type of meat and a Dr. Pepper. I thought I ought to take friends here sometime. It was a long drive, but an interesting and somehow quaint place. As I went further down the line there were more toys, and veggies. The women teased me for not noticing my food was labeled to tell it apart. I acted silly and immature towards them, but on purpose this time. I liked that they didn't seem to mind. Then one of the women said one of the others was going to die soon because of pregnancy complications. I thought it was so sad and started crying. Other girls were crying too, but because they knew her. The dream ended with me trying not to cry as I sliced a tomato-like vegetable that was colored and patterned like the blanket I was sleeping under. One of the women was saying there was plenty we could do besides cry. We could talk to her, remember the good times, perform a healing ritual, etc. I felt a bit embarrassed because I was crying so much even though I didn't know her like the others.