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Amber Gayle Last Dreamt 4/26/2025
Note: The table of contents are listed from the latest to the earliest dreams, whereas the actual dream accounts below them are listed from earliest to latest.
2025~
2024~
2023~
2022~
Before 2020~
It was night. The colors were very vivid, more intense than any colors I’ve ever seen on earth. It was hyper-real, more real than any time I’ve ever been awake, and yet the logical part of my mind knew this wasn’t real, especially because of how the sky looked. I looked up at the night sky and saw galaxies and shooting stars coming at me, almost like I was in a wormhole, even though I was still standing fixed on an endless field of grass, which was very green, longer than normal, rolling as if wind was blowing on it. I kept saying, “This isn’t real,” and crying because it was so beautiful and frightening at the same time. That’s when an old man caught my attention. He seemed familiar in a way, almost like a teacher or guardian of sorts. It felt like I knew him from my past. The old man said it was real, but I kept saying, “No, it’s not real.” He grabbed my hands and started to spin me in a circle. The motion from spinning was blurring the surroundings and was causing my body to vibrate, making it feel like my soul was separating from my body. It was too intense for me to handle. I couldn’t take it anymore, so he stopped. After that, we laid on the grass and looked up at the night sky, and it was like our eyesight was a telescope zooming in the nebulae, galaxies, and stars shooting by our heads. I kept crying, saying, “It’s not real … this isn’t real” in disbelief of the beauty and awe of it, though now I wasn’t scared at all. He kept saying, “Yes … it is real.”
I was in my grandma's old apartment that I remembered from my childhood. Everything was the same as I remember: yellow on the outside, burgundy red couches, the smell of cigarette smoke, and even her cat Domino was there. I was by myself and had a sense I'd always be by myself in that apartment. The TV was on a news channel, warning everyone of an alien attack, which was in progress. I felt so scared all by myself. I bolted the front door lock, kept the hall light on, went to the living room and made sure the blinds in the living room were closed. I then backed myself into a corner and waited. I kept focusing on the hallway because I felt that is where they were going to come from. When I heard them breach the door, I heard weird clicks as they talked to each other. Three gray aliens started to attack me, grabbing my ankles and dragging me down the hallway. I felt despair, and the last thing I saw before I woke up was Domino sitting on the arm of the couch looking at me with indifference.
I pulled up to a beach with my kids in my car. There was also a man with us, but somehow I never got a good look at his face. When I got out of the car, there was a shack that had crabs available for your convenience. These were crabs that you could sit on, and they could whisk you away to a spot of your choosing on the beach. On this day, I was particularly lazy. As everyone else wanted to walk down, I thought something like: “Nope. I shall plop my fat butt forthwith on the crab and be escorted away to a location of my choosing.” You would think that at least one crab would be allotted for each butt cheek, but no this brave soul of a crab bore all the weight of my big booty self. I recall not feeling uncomfortable at all. I felt like it was a normal thing to be riding a crab. I did tip the crab for his well-deserved efforts. :) Once on the beach, my kids started running everywhere, and I couldn’t catch up to the youngest, so I got frustrated and teleported to where he was. I felt very awkward doing it (but definitely not awkward having ridden a crab), and people were staring because it seemed I was the only one who could do that. Then I woke up.
I was looking at myself from a third-person perspective. I had died and was being judged in an Egyptian afterlife in the middle of the desert with pyramids all around. It was also at night with very bright stars with nebulae of different colors. I could sense souls all around me. My body was buried in the ground but something compelled me to awake, causing my prone body to rise out of the sand, which fell off like water from all sides of me. There were at least ten other bodies that were undergoing the same phenomenon. I felt I was in agony upon awakening in my body. Then Anubis (the Egyptian god of the underworld) came down the center of a path. He was all black with gold jewelry and holding a black staff. I reached out and said in desperation, “Please … it is it my.time to be judged?” He stopped and stared at me, which made my whole body feel cold. I got no answer, started to cry, and then saw my body begin to rot away. I looked to my left and there was a woman moaning. She said that she had been waiting a lot longer to be judged. I was in eternal torment. I knew there was a lesson that I wasn’t getting. The sands started to shift as the blinding sun came up, which was beautiful. As the sun continued to rise, I started to scream as I was being lowered back into the sands. I woke up screaming.
It started with Hannibal (the psychopathic murderer in the TV show Hannibal played by Mads Mikkelsen) who was pissed off and standing by a lake of fire. I was Starling (the female character in the show) and had broken his heart, and because of that he wanted revenge. There was ring or something that he threw in the lake that meant something to us, but then he dove into the deep water to grab it, after which he then resolved to do something about this whole situation. The dream faded into the next scene, where he pulled up to her/my house, which was made entirely of glass with many framed windows. I saw him in his car, but he disappeared out of my view, though I am not scared at all for some reason. While I was walking outside, I was on the phone with a woman and said, “I’ll call you back.” The phone slipped from my hand and fell, and then all of a sudden I turn around and he was there right in front of me. I said to him, “Never ever come to my house!” I looked down and saw a fountain pen in his hand. He then grabbed me from behind and stabs me quickly with it once in the heart. He supported my body as it went limp and stabbed me in the neck. He then began lecturing me about love and how I broke him. I am rather calm, despite how there was blood everywhere and I knew I was going to die. In the next scene, I was in a dark wooden room with red walls. He now had me tied up on an X-shaped cross. He then slit my wrists and opened up one of the wounds so that the blood came out faster and used clamps to tie off some vessels to get to the main one in a surgical manner. I got the impression that he was disappointed in me. Blood continued to pour out like fountains at unnatural quantities, rising almost to his ankles. The dream faded to me being in a wheelchair at a big formal dining table. I was tired and nauseous but still somehow alive. I looked to the head of the table and saw a past boyfriend of mine and then looked beyond him. I was confused and realized I was in a daze. Then I looked to the side of the room and saw myself standing there out of my body. I knew I was dead. I glanced back at where my boyfriend had been but now saw that Hannibal was sitting there. I snapped back into my body on the X-shaped cross and saw him covered in my blood in front of me. He then passionately kissed me … and then i woke up.
Water started to leak from two spots on the ceiling of where I lived. I was on the phone with my mom wanting to talk about something important, but I was too focused on the water that was going everywhere. I kept mindlessly talking to her while eventually discovering that the water was coming from a secret room, specifically an attic with a washing machine that I didn’t know was there. It was dark, and I felt scared to look up into the attic. I noticed that near one of the leaky spots in the kitchen there was a door panel. I slid the door and saw a gigantic room, almost like another whole house. I kept sliding the panel open and shut as my mom kept chattering in my ear, and I finally snapped saying, “This is important … shut up!” I kept compulsively opening and closing this panel obsessively. In that other room, I saw dolls on the dusty ground and an old staircase. I kept trying to see more but couldn’t stop opening and closing this door panel. I was getting frustrated, and I was beginning to get scared of what was in this room. Then I heard something coming down from the staircase to the room and getting closer to the panel. It sounded like a rusty bouncing mattress spring but it also felt like it was a person … and it was getting closer. I remember trying to scream because I couldn’t let go of the panel door … and then I woke up screaming.
I was in front of my house, and my mom’s crackhead friend named Mark pulled up in his truck (to paint a vivid picture of crackhead Mark, imagine a trailer park version of Argus Filch from Harry Potter on meth … that’s Mark … true story … back to the dream …). He got out of his truck and wanted to fight me. Why? I have no idea. I managed to push him a few times, but then my dream fortunately morphed into me as a young kid. I was on a random beach, where there were a few guys who were angry at me for some reason, and I got the feeling they were going to hurt me. My only option for escape was to run for the water. I knew a trick that made it possible for me to stay underwater for a long period of time. But they jumped into a small boat and were trying to spear me while I was under water. I did manage eventually to get away. It seemed like I was swimming for days. One night I approached this massive whirlpool that seemed like a black hole in the ocean. The sky was very vivid, and the stars were very bright. The moon made it possible for me to see the massive void ahead of me and the water that was being funnelled in. I was getting sucked in no matter how hard I tried. I clung to a rock, but eventually I knew I couldn’t hang on much longer. I gave in and let go, falling into the abyss. That’s when I woke up.
My boyfriend and I were in a sky rise condo, along with his roommate and my kids. My boyfriend had made me breakfast (which makes no sense since he famously cannot cook anything and barely knows where the kitchen is … anyways …). For some reason, he put my food in a dog bowl, and his roommate laughed at me as I ate it. After that, I went to the window and was struck by how beautiful the colors were in the sky. Then all of a sudden, a big mushroom cloud appeared in the distance, followed by an approaching tsunami wave. I yelled for my kids and had a feeling of impending doom that we would not make it, but I knew I would try anyway for my kids’ sake. With that thought, we all rushed to the elevator, even though it probably wouldn’t work due to the wave having short-circuited the electrical system. Somehow, however, we made it to the ground level. The water was only waist-deep. We got out to the front of the condo, and an old lady was walking her dog which had hair curlers on its head, and I thought that was kind of odd. Everyone was panicking all around, except this lady and her dog. Then I woke up.
I was at a big university campus surrounded by skyscrapers. It seemed like a peaceful utopia, except I couldn’t help but notice there was a guy with super strength and speed who was on a rampage, smashing through buildings for some reason. I found it uninteresting and walked away, eventually finding a strange water tower that had a kind of force field around it. Since I couldn’t get into it because of the forcefield, I ran to the front of the school and to my surprise, I found the Greek god Zeus there. He was trying to recruit people to join him. One such recruit was named Pluto, as well as Hera and others. I think there were seven in total. It eventually dawned on me that all of them were very large like titans and almost looked robotic in a way too. I didn’t want to join them, and just said, “meh” and went back into the school building. Then the dream morphed, and I found myself in a cave. I got the sense that I was a test patient being kept here against my will. There were other patients in cells like mine. We had to learn to sleep on tiny hammocks that were each mounted on thin strings, one end being attached to the cave wall and the other going on indefinitely toward an ocean horizon. I was always worried I’d tip over on the hammock and fall down the cliffs into the ocean. I remember often waking up in this environment because of stormy weather. There was a flying black cat who would sometimes sleep next to me for comfort. Then one of the workers broke the rules and did something that made it to where I wouldn’t tip over. He was whispering to me and showed me two photographs. To my disbelief, one of them was of me surrounded by dolls in a kid’s room or something. There was another person in the other photograph. When he asked who the other person was, I looked at the photo and realized “something” else was in the photo, almost like a ghost with a creepy blank face. He then told me to act asleep because a guard was approaching. The guard scolded him, asking why he was giving me special treatment. Then I woke up.
I was in a drama class, attempting to do some improv where I was supposed to convey different emotions (sad, angry, happy, etc.), but I was getting no reaction from the other people in the circle, except judgmental looks. I kept trying and trying but couldn’t express any emotion, much to my embarrassment. The dream morphed into me making a taco salad. When I finished making it, I had a bowl of it in my hand, but I unconsciously put sour cream on it (in real life, I fucking HATE sour cream). Every bite was slathered in it, causing me to gag and spit it out. No matter what I did, it would somehow end up on my spoon, and I would eat it. After that, the dream transitioned into me being lost in a city at night. I was running and trying to hide from an unnatural beast of some sort. Weirdly, however, I was able to jump crazy high, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, almost to the point I could fly, though I wasn’t enjoying it but rather utterly terrified as I heard the creature get closer and closer, until I woke up.
I found myself in a bleak and eerie bog at night with fog all around me. It seemed as if this was one big lake on top of which was a patchwork of mossy overgrowth that could act as cold, wet, and soggy ground. Some bridges of different sizes and styles connected one patch of moss to another. I was in a boat with my legs hanging off the edge because I knew my feet always had to be in water or else I would die for some reason. I saw something in the dark that scared me, causing me to get out of the boat onto the mossy land (it turns out I did not die from not being in the water). When I looked back, the boat had sunk, which threw me into a panic. I could see the evil eyes of dragon-like snake monsters swimming under the water, which were coming closer to me, moving from one exposed part of the lake to another from under the moss. I ran to a structure, on top of which was a man with long black hair and Native American features. I was trying to talk to him, but my voice was muted, and he couldn’t understand me no matter how hard I tried. I then instinctually began looking for a spear to survive. I made the motion of throwing a spear to indicate to him that I needed one. I would feel the monsters getting close and about to consume me. He pointed upward, and I looked and saw that the sky, in contrast to everything else, was amazingly vivid, streaked with several shooting stars. Then there was a flash of light that almost blinded me and startled me awake.
It was Christmas time in downtown Hopkins, Minnesota. It was snowing heavily at night, and a Christmas parade was going to happen. The streets were busy. I was there because my boyfriend had to supervise his students. Eventually, he tried to kiss me but then had second thoughts doing it in front of the students but then pushed me against a stone wall under a street light and kissed me anyway. He said he wanted the night to be perfect because there was something he wanted to ask me, but then a bunch students started a snowball fight. He didn’t want to leave, but I insisted he go and participate in the wintry battle. He then nailed a kid in the face with a snowball who started crying. He went down the street to help the student, but then a crazy rush of people started pouring from every direction like a flash mob because the parade was starting, and I lost track of him. I panicked and was pushed by the crowd onto a train that didn’t seem to have a roof driven by a female conductor who looked like the mother of one of my ex-boyfriends. The train eventually stopped off at a strange post-apocalyptic city. There were a few people moping around like zombies. I had no money and I was starving. A little boy I didn’t recognize at first approached me and offered me some of his food, and after a awhile I recognized him to be my youngest son. I started to cry hysterically, feeling very deep sorrow, and said, “You are the only one offered me anything.” He put his hand on my head and told me it was okay. Then, all of a sudden, an invisible force grabbed him and pulled him away until he was out of my sight. The dream morphed to a cave in a desert, which was being excavated by a group of people. They didn’t find anything in the main chamber so they kept drilled holes in the walls. Whatever it was, it was very important and they all knew it … but then I woke up. In the same night, after I fell back asleep, I dreamt I was hosting a birthday party with a big pool in my backyard. My consciousness seemed to briefly hover above the water, seeing a multitude of dead bugs floating on the surface, which annoyed me. My consciousness was sucked back into my body, which was in the kitchen by the huge birthday cake on the counter. Someone did a huge cannon ball, causig water to go everywhere, and the cake was all ruined. I was getting upset because I didn’t know what to do next because it was a special order cake. I got so angry that I woke up for good.
I only remember fragments. Everyone on earth had a map in their hands and were searching for some kind of treasure. I was among a small group of people who, unlike the others, were not trying not to murder anyone. We were traveling in a huge truck and eventually came upon a gaping pit in front of us. Lots of cars and dead bodies were down in the void because they had tried to jump it and failed. We decided to block the entrance of a nearby gate so no one else would perish trying to get across it. Another group of people came and started to get angry at us. I was fearful they were going to kill us, so we moved the truck to the side, which unblocked the gate. They all started to die … thousands and thousands just mindlessly trying to jump the void, each of them failing. I remember hearing the horrible sound of people dying one after the other … their screams of pain. I covered my ears, and that’s when I woke up.
I was with a guy I knew from my past, and we were in a two-level house that I lived in when I was younger that I was pretty sure was haunted in real life. He led me downstairs to the basement. The stairs was rickety and seemed to go on forever, even though I knew in real life it was only a two-level house, but it felt at least ten stories. After a while, we finally reached the basement. He was holding my hand the entire time and warning me that the downstairs was haunted. I looked to my left, seeing a huge Victorian fireplace. He pointed to it, saying that a man was buried there before the house was built. I seemed surprised because no one ever mentioned that to me when I was younger. We walked to the far end of the basement, and there was a narrow spiraling staircase going up to an attic. We went up the stairs, finding a bed and some candles, but it was still very dark … and cold. He warned me that there was a little girl who haunts this room. I felt very scared, so he said we could cuddle. This part of the dream seemed super real. We laid there in the bed cuddling, and I remember pulling the blanket over my head and knowing that if I looked out, I’d see something creepy. Nonetheless, I decided to pull the blanket off anyway, and I saw a little girl’s outline and her face off in the distance, which made me scream. The ghost went in the direction of the bathroom door. I tried to ignore the creepy feelings, but every time I’d open my eyes, I would see her. At one point, for some reason, I got out of bed and went to the window and was making mashed potatoes in a big bowl. At one point, he said, “Lay back down.” I got back on the bed, and then the bed started to shake and rise off the floor. He said it was being caused by the old man who had been buried under the fireplace, but when I looked at the center of the bed, there was a weird blob that appeared. I wasn’t scared but just felt sad and sorry for the blob. Finally, I told him that this is too much for me and asked why we couldn’t just sleep upstairs. He said we could, so we proceeded up a series of more stairs. I remember I was in a panic, and the little girl appeared again and was guiding me through a maze of corridors. Finally, I walked to the upper level and was hit with memories of my childhood. This living room level was filled with the same furniture I remember from my childhood. He mentioned this level was haunted not by evil spirit but by good ones. I turned around and saw the spirit of a Native American. He seemed nice and we shook hands, chatting about how he was from the Nez Perce tribe. Then I went outside where there was a barbecue of sorts. A Native American child came up to me, asking me to dance with him. Then I woke up.
My boyfriend and I were in an old tavern-like bar that was full of people, who were very gloomy, giving me the impression that there was a famine of sorts going on. When I looked at the table in front of me, I had a big bowl of black hair dye and was proceeding to put globs of it on my hair. The cook lady was yelling out, “Time for dinner!” and then everybody broke out in song, singing, “Take a potato and pass it around!” (reminiscent of “Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall”). While I’m still dying my hair, I’m watching people grab a potato from a bag while watching them give a sort of Broadway performance with some people doing a choreographed dance. I proceed to go to a water pump in the bar to rinse out the dye out of my hair (which makes no sense) and then go back to sit next to my boyfriend. He is getting frustrated because he wants to go to the kitchen window to get our daily ration of food and eventually yells, “Good gravy!” I remember holding a raw potato, questioning what to do with it. We finally went to the kitchen window to get our ration, which turned out to be Jo-Jo potato wedges and a biscuit. When we sat back down, the swinging wooden tavern door burst open, and confederate civil war soldiers came in and dragged someone out to the front of the bar, which was a corn field, full of other civil war soldiers, who then marched away.
I was in this mall that had multiple levels. At first, the colors in the dreams were very muted blacks and grays. The mall was sparsely populated, but those who were there were running around in a panic trying to get away from something that was hunting and killing them. I remember at one point I was going down to the ground level on these side stairs and this lady who looked diseased was coming up. I was clinging to the side of the stairs because I was afraid to get whatever illness she had. She had boils and puss all over. I noticed on the ground level wind was blowing and things like newspapers and trash were swirling around. I heard what sounded like photograph clicks, and then things became hyper colorful. I looked up at the top of the mall and noticed that the ceiling had become so high that I couldn’t see the top. The scenery of the mall was reminiscent of Alice In Wonderland, very whimsical with a mix of steampunk. I saw huge gears turning everywhere and then heard a clock starting to click very loudly. The sound made my skull vibrate. All of these things seemed to happen at once, and it made me unsteady at first. I grabbed out for something to steady myself and felt something with silk. I opened my eyes and looked up to find a weird jester laughing at me. It made me scream. I started to run away. That’s when I noticed these huge wooden rocking horses everywhere. They seemed to randomly move on their own. I was trying to avoid being crushed by them because they seemed to be the size of a five story building inside the mall, which made no sense. Then I found myself in this corner where a wooden horse got trapped in a gear in such a way that it was destabilizing a dome that was collapsing overhead. I got the sense that it was going to cave in any minute. I started to run to the left as I heard the creaking of the wooden horse continue to jam the gear. All around me, wooden shards were falling. As I was still running for the little space of light I could see, I then woke up.
The dream started with me on land separated by a river. It seemed that I was on the “good side” of the river, whereas the other was the “bad side,” where people were suffering and there was chaos. I was looking down from a high perspective (because I was on a building?), watching a flood that was several stories high that was mysteriously blocked by an invisible wall, revealing the layered cross-sections of the water. It was full of debris of things it picked up, including tons of bodies, which kept spilling out here and there. Someone behind me was freaking out about these bodies and was crying. I looked down on the town it was about to crush and saw my son was there. I freaked out. I jumped from where I was and started falling. I got to him, but then it seemed the building I jumped into was crumbling. As I grabbed him the structure caved in. I had a feeling all was lost and this is how we were going to die. We couldn’t move and all around us was rubble. Then I saw some light peaking through, and I told him to start climbing out. We ended up on a bridge that was on a river between the bad and good side from the beginning of my dream. We hid because there was a patrol out looking for people from the side that we came from. I heard one guy say they were going to blow the bridge. I suddenly noticed that behind me was a whole bunch of kids, all dirty and taken from the rubble. So I told everyone to jump in the river. The angle of my dream panned out like from the view of a camera lens. From up up high, I could see the whole group of us floating for hours in a time lapse. Then I was sucked back into my body and noticed a weird spiny whale swimming under me, which seemed friendly and talked to me telepathically, putting an image of a Tudor queen in my head. It made no sense (though I got the sense that this was my destiny). Then all of a sudden a parasitic worm seemed to me stuck on the roof of my mouth. I started pulling at it to get it off, but while in the panic of doing so, my dream morphed into my boyfriend and I walking into a new church. It seemed to be a Catholic one but different somehow. I felt uncomfortable being here. Everyone was looking at me differently. We went to a front pew. Mid service a priest pulled the both of us to the back. I was confused why they could do this. They separated us. I was then escorted into a room with four priests who were enclosed in white partitions (and one priest was in a hospital bed) who demanded to hear my life story. Having had a bad childhood in real life, I said this might take awhile. A little after that, I woke up.
I vaguely remember the dream started in the house I used to live in with my uncle (incidentally, an uncle who appeared in the show “wife swap” in real life). In that house, I lived in the upper room which seemed like an attic. My oldest daughter was there and seemed to be a baby. I was having an argument with my aunt over whose kid was the cutest. I, of course, kept saying mine was. I was holding her up and was saying like, “Duh , come on, just look at her!” and kept kissing her on the cheeks, saying, “She is just the cutest.” I was getting really annoyed at my aunt … almost ready to fight her Tyler Durden style if she didn’t shut up. After a while, I went upstairs and my youngest son, who is eight years old in real life (even though he’s younger than my daughter in real life, which makes no sense here) was ready for bed. Instead of reading him a bedtime story, I showed him this huge chart on the wall. It was covered in stars and planets and was interactive. Apparently I was going to be on a space mission soon. I asked him if he remembered where I was going, and he said “ Jupiter?” I corrected him and said “No, why on earth would I go there? No, silly boy, I’m going to Ganymede.” (after waking up from my dream, I looked that up and learnt that Ganymede is a moon of Jupiter in real life). He then used a pen and started clicking on random things on the chart that popped out and turned into three-dimensional animations. After a while, I told him it’s time for bed and tucked him in. Then it seemed to be the next day in the dream. I was standing at the launch pad in a uniform. It was fairly hot out and I was getting annoyed. There were a lot of people just standing around, staring at me. Then, all of a sudden everyone broke out in a broadway type of song. They were kind of dancing and snapping their fingers. They kept saying, “Everyone is holding …. holding a cat … Yeaaah … Everyone is holdinnnnng … holding a cat!” in a broadway musical fashion. I was just standing there dumbfounded. Like WTF? Is everyone crazy? Then I felt something tug at my belly button. An invisible force grabbed me from behind and started to pull me towards the sky. My viewpoint then seemed to switch to a movie camera perspective. I could see myself being dragged through space until I was slammed on the ground of what seemed to be a cold moon, where I shattered to pieces because my body had become frozen. Then my dream morphed to me being in this huge house. It was at night and a storm was happening. Someone kept banging on the door. I wouldn’t answer. They tried a different door. Finally, I opened one of the doors slightly and asked what they wanted. Some guy said he was trying to deliver this cupcake since yesterday to some guy named “Jack.” I said I didn’t know a “Jack.” He said he didn’t care. I looked at the cupcake and it was all soggy and falling apart. I said what was the point now because it was all gross. I said it was an “ex-cupcake” and that “it ceased to exist.” He said, “Well, yesterday, it was a cupcake.” I responded annoyingly, “Yeah, but now it’s just mush. It doesn’t resemble a cupcake at all. So is it a cupcake?” We debated for what seemed to be a long time about this. I eventually woke up sweating from this dream, thinking to myself, “Was that a nightmare? Having a philosophical debate about a freaking cupcake?” It was reminiscent of semi-philosophical debates my boyfriend and I have about “being” that I feel that are nightmarish. Shaking this thought off, I got up from bed in real life with some annoyance, realizing I still had that cat song stuck in my head while I got my coffee.
The dream began with me falling from the sky down toward the Amazon River. However, my main concern was the poisonous flat leaf spiders all around me falling alongside me. In my mind, a mini-documentary was playing in my mind, explaining to me that the flat leaf spiders are only poisonous if you get bitten on land because if you get bitten while falling, the impact onto water neutralizes the poison. I thought, "Cool, I got this because I'm going to be falling into the Amazon River any moment." Lo and behold, I lightly (somehow) splashed into the Amazon River. As I'm trying to swim to shore, I'm panicking because the spiders were still alive and now there was no way to neautralize the poison with a water landing impact. As I climbed onto the shore, I grabbed a huge branch, and my instinct was to start swinging it clear away the spiders as well as their webs. While I was walking, I found overgrown ancient ruins and also primitive huts. I entered one of these huts and started sweeping the area with my anti-spider branch. I then popped my head out of the hut and noticed there was an older man who looked like he was a native of the area, as well as his son beside him. I also noticed huge hobbit-like feet but they looked like they were made of stone. The elder gave me a large half of a highly decorated clam shell and invited me to a banquet to smoke cigars. I got the feeling looking at this shell that I was supposed to smoke with it somehow. As I'm walking down with them along a path, I kept trying to put the shell in my mouth and it kept getting stuck and as soon as I dislodged it, I would compulsively do it again and again for some reason. We reached the banquet in a clearing where there was a huge table, and I sat next to the elder. My perspective in the dream then shifted to a camera persepctive like I was a camera man looking through the view finder toward the elder. I then noticed that the person next to him was Anthony Bourdain (the famous travel show host/chef). I then assumed I was him the whole time before this moment. They started smoking cigars, and food was brought out. As I'm observing the scene, I notice a medic crew around Anthony Bourdain draw out vials of blood to check he didn't catch a disease while on this trip. He was then getting agitated and annoyed and then says to the elder, "My stupid wife is insisting I get tested so I don’t get sick." He then starts pulling the line from his arm and packing up the vials angrily and repeatedly apologizing to the elder. In response, the elder held up his hand with a serious face ... and then I woke up.
I was walking in a corn field with someone who seemed like my father (it was at least a father figure). I was younger, probably like 6-ish. He was carrying a shotgun and dressed for hunting. The colors all around were very muted. We were making our way to a hunting area that had a very old broken down house. I seemed very happy to be there with him. Then a group of men were approaching. He seemed nervous and told me to go hide somewhere, and I found a corner in the house to hide. I heard yelling and hitting. Then two guys came into the house looking for me. They seemed angry. Eventually they found me. I remember hearing a gun shot. Then it seemed almost like my soul left that body. At first I seemed to be floating back from the scene, feeling sorrow for what was happening. I felt an incredible yearning to go up, and then I heard faint chanting like a church choir. I was being pulled up at a fast rate. Logically if I was being pulled up to the sky and out of the house, you would assume I’d be in the darkness of space , but I somehow was pulled into another dimension. The colors were intense, bright, and vivid, and had a color scheme of whites, golds, and some baby blue. Things also seemed to sparkle, almost with pulsing light. I can’t remember what happened there. My eventuially dream shifted to the start of my dream, but now I was in a different kid's body, and the father figure seemed sad this time wwhen he was taking me to the same broken down house. I almost got the sense that I was his other kid after the death of his first one. However, the same things happened happened in the same order. I was attacked by the same men and soon pulled out of the body once more. I seemed very sorrowful that it happend again. And I was worried for the man, sad that he had lost two kids. I was pulled into the same place up high, except this time there were trees all around in this dimension, not green ones or ones that even had leaves but very old oak looking ones. I seemed to be drawn to them. I was almost floating from tree to tree, running my hands on the old bark. They seemed almost petrified and smooth like marble. I also remember feeling a presence like someone was watching me. Then I heard my name being called, but I was confused because I knew I wasn't that person anymore. I looked over my shoulder ... then woke up.
The dream started with my boyriend and I looking for a parking place at a huge shopping center. We finally found a spot behind a Walmart that was next to a forest. Being in a bit of a rush, we both got out of the car and realized we couldn’t get into the building from the back, so we walked around the side to the front, only to discover a random set of doors that led into a mall. It looked like a movie theater from the 1920s. I kept looking at all the decor but my boyfriend kept pulling me along, not wanting to waste time, eventually leading me through another door that was pitch black inside. Next thing I know we both had stepped off an airplane and were now basically skydiving. We released our parachutes from a higher altitude than you normally would, and that's when the debate happened ... dun dun duuuuuun ... My boyfriend kept saying we need to get back to our car. Looking down and to the right I pointed out clearly the area where it was. He said, "No, that’s not it. It’s over there to the left." He seemed very confident, but I knew he was a Minnesota driver and his sense of direction wasn't always shall we say ... reliable. I was trying not to be a “back seat driver,” but I said again with my own confidence, “No, it’s over here. We parked behind a Walmart by trees." I pointed to the right again. He still didn’t seem convinced. I was like fine. Frustrated, I pulled out my phone (yes, it didn’t fly out of my hand from the windy descent). By this time, we probably would've landed but were still in free fall. I pulled up the location app on the iPhone, and it showed his location circle as well as mine. Then, for what ever reason, it also showed where the car was as a red circle. I looked over at you with a triumphant smile and a bombastic side-eye while holding up the phone so he could see since he didn’t believe me. He said “Sounds sketchy," like he needed more proof!? I said "Whatever" to him again, "I know I'm still right though." Then we braced for landing. We landed and unhooked the parachutes. I convinced him to walk to the right. We spotted the Walmart, and at this point neither he nor I seemed to care that we unknowingly got put in an airplane to skydive to same point where we started. As we eventually made it behind the Walmart, lo and behold ... the car ... exactly where I said it would be. I did the side eye again at him and he looked over, saying, “Okay, okay, okay ... guess you were right. But I never said it wasn't to the right. I just said I’m sure it’s to the left." Then I said, "Wait, wait, wait ... what?" You then proceeded to have some kind of philosophical discussion about it. At this point it turned into a nightmare in my subconscious, so I woke up.
The dream started out with me at my boyfriend's house during Christmas. All his family was there, including his cousins. His mother was busy wrapping presents, and I was helping her. She was expressing her frustration about having to buy gifts for her children's significant others. It made me feel bad because I was such a person and told her that she didn't need to buy me any gits, but she insisted (although I was glad that I eventually received a cool kitchen appliance ... yay, me). It was around this time that I reached up to my head that realized I had a huge gaping wound. I felt blood and was able to pull a flap of my scalp back, exposing part of my brain. I was freaked out but other people didn't seem to notice or didn't think it was abnormal, so I put the flap back in place. I also noticed that in my mouth was a golfball-sized chunk of my brain. This also seemed weird. What was also strange was a veiny-type cord that was attached to this piece of brain and went down my throat to somewhere. I knew that if I swallowed this chunk, it would be gone forever, and I could not put it back in my brain. I also tried yanking on the brain chunk but it was held back by the cord and would only go as far as the tip of my tongue. This was obviously frustrating, so I knew I had to keep it nestled at the back of my mouth for safekeeping, until I could get help. Throughout the rest of the dream, in fact, I was constantly pulling the brain piece forward, so that it didn't go down my throat. Also, as a result, my words were very muffled whenever I tried to talk. I remember vaguely that I went to see a doctor after this, but they said there was nothing they could do and that there's not much wrong with me. This made no sense to me because I knew this wasn't normal but others were seeing it as perfectly fine. Then the dream went back to the Christmas gathering. I was frustrated enough that I said I was going to call an ambulance to see if they could help me. I went outside to wait for the ambulence, and my boyfriend's sister came out to tell me that she's glad that I getting help and that she hopes I get better. Then I woke up and found my throat was dry, and I was coughing. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was just a dream.
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