Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 9/11/2019
By miisguiided
So this one was definitely a whirlwind of dreams mixed together, probably conspiring from thoughts Iām having but either A: forget about B: dwell on too long or C: thoughts I truly have coming to light. So enjoy! So the dream starts off from what I can remember, I was in this grand theatre almost like some ghost hunters looking shit but in the daytime, and there was supposed to be a TON of music starts playing! (This part of my dream correlates with real life because I won radio concert tickets the day before) Well I was sitting in a bunch of random seats throughout the show and I remember there was some times confetti blasters going off so there was confetti reflecting everywhere. A lot of people I know were there just scattered throughout the theatre, itās like Facebook constructed the event because a lot of Facebook friends were there that I havenāt spoken to in years. One part of the dream I left to go to the bathroom and met up with some of my friends from camp, and we took selfies. One of them was wearing like a Kylie Jenner pink blazer outfit, and we took silly pictures in the bathroom mirror. Then for some odd reason our makeup on our faces changed to like clown makeup? Idk we took pictures then too. Then we went back outside and sat down and this girl who betrayed me (in real life) was there too, trying to set up my Kylie Jenner looking friend by putting something in her purse. I have no clue what she was trying to put in there but to me it looked like she was trying to put perfume in her purse? Maybe counterfeit? Maybe stolen? Idk how you can set someone up with perfume but ok.. So of course I overhear these schemings of sorts and tell my girl cause I got her back, and she proceeds to dig through her purse the rest of the time. Fast forward to another real life dream indicator that Iām dreaming about stuff Iām thinking: My mother. So second part I remember was very rough. Very upsetting when I woke up thatās for sure. In this part of the dream all of my stuff was packed and my mom kept trying to open my shit basically. (This part of the dream from irl stems from my mom moving, and she still has some of my stuff) She kept digging through boxes and moving stuff around and lifiting shit up and I kept yelling at her to stop please fucking stop like blood curdling SCREAMING at her to stop messing it up. When I looked in the boxes everything was put in a certain place, it had fit in the box perfectly, every single box was packed like this, everything tucked away confidently like a game of winning Tetris. (This part stems from irl, because my doctor told me I may have signs of OCD) But for some reason I could not stop screaming at her as much as I didnāt want to yell, nothing but yelling came out. So yeah thatās my dream, pretty crazy. This one was long tonight. But Iām back on the map. So hopefully I can spit out some more crazy shit for yāall soon. Peace āš½